My Thoughts About Tara and Her Psychic Abilities

In my last entry about her, I think I may have conceded that Tara may be a little more than a fraud or a demi god (because the two are so similar). Since then I have recieved a couple more messages from her, which have caused me to change my mind about her again.

I have come to the conclusion that Tara is, in fact, the real deal when it comes to this psychic voodoo stuff; what she has "seen" in regards to me is uncanny, and unless she happens to be a very good fraudster who actually knows me in person, I seriously doubt that she's just making this up.

Of course, there's still the possibility that she is a demi god ... but she's far less dangerous if I just consider her a common, run of the mill for real psychic.

But just because I have come to the conclusion that Tara is bona fide psychic, doesn't mean that I'm going to rush out and pay for her services; there's still an element of fraud happening here;

While Tara may well be able to "see" people's futures, I still think she's trying to fool the foolish and gullible out of their hard earned: Tara "sees" a person's future improving and then immediately sends of messages to that person informing them that she can help improve his/her lot in life if they pay for her voodoo services, and then claims that the improvement she foresaw as her own work.

But what Tara doesn't realise (and she really should, all things considered" is that mumma didn't raise no fool, nor am I gullible (at least I hope not). And on top of that, I've been keeping a journal and can actually see the improvement in my life. Even without her help, which I'm sure she'd be claiming was all her doing if I had've actually paid for her services.

Oh, and I also have to point out the sense of violation I felt when Tara informed me that she has seen my entire life. Past, present and future.

I don't know why, but this really makes me uneasy. It's my life, and mine to share with those I choose to share it with. For her to just come along and see it all has to be some kind of invasion of privacy.

It was so much easier to shrug this off when I was convinced that she was a phoney psychic instead of an opportunistic psychic.

Target's Christmas Ad

The Christmas commercial for Target this year is actually quite disturbing.



It seems to be that the family has died and gone to Purgatory where they're doomed to spend the rest of eternity celebrating Christmas every single day ... actually, it could well be that the parents are the ones who died and are now in purgatory. The kids with them are a part of Purgatory, which is why they're always so excited to find that it's Christmas day while the parents look bored and resigned to the whole thing.

It also explains why it's just the four of them Christmas after Christmas.

That is why only items like the clothes and cushions change constantly while the rest of the house remains exactly the same.

Which then begs the question, who is Target aiming this commercial at?

Surely not the poor souls trapped in Purgatory. Even those suckers deserve a break from TV commercials.

So maybe the bored and desperate housewives who just want to escape the life they have built up around them. Although implying that a housewife's (even that of a bored and desperate one) life is the same thing as Purgatory has got to be more than a little insulting to someone there. Not to mention what it's doing psychologically to all those bored, desperate housewives; no doubt sinking them further into the funk because there is no escape from it because everyone else feels the same way.

But this commercial does pave the way for a sweet set of ads for next year: "The end of the world is coming. Didn't repent in time, then Target has all of your Purgatory needs with massive savings!"

Tara May be More Than a Mere Pyschic and She Wants a Thank You

At least I think she does. Her latest email implies that she does ... or maybe she just means I'll be able to say "thank you" to the universe, because apparently all my problems will soon be a bad memory.

Although she did sound a little cut that I haven't replied to any of her emails and paid for any of her pyschic voodoo services.

I get the impression that she may well give up on me unless I reply to this email.

There may well be no more updates pertaining to Tara in the future.

Not that Tara is giving up without a fight; all of my problems that will soon just be a bad memory will only become a reality unless I read the information she has given me.

And after reading through some of the information that she has sent me, I can't help by think that Tara isn't a pyschic at all ... which isn't new. I think most of my posts about Tara have implied my sceptism about her and her pyschic powers.

However, if she has the power to manipulate the way the universe so that I can experience periods of good luck the way she says she does, then I am forced to conclude that Tara is in fact some sort of demi god.

A demi god who wants to be paid ... I guess even demi gods have to pay the rent and bills.

Still, since my bad luck seems to be at an end, I don't think I'll be paying Tara to do her voodoo pyschic thing. She seems happy to do it for me free of charge when I don't reply to her emails. So I think I'm going to stick with the way things currently are ... risky with a demi god, I know, but nothing bad has come of it so far.

Still, I'm not a complete fool. If Tara wants a "thank you" from me, then I will give it to her. After all, I don't want to piss off of demi god too much.

So, thank you, Tara. I'm sure you have been a great help to me these past few (or many) months.

Door Knockers Need a Qualification to Door Knock

So I heard a crazy rumour today; apparently people who door knock for a living now have to be properly qualified for the job.

Yes, there's now apparently accreditation for door knocking!

And all I can do is ask "why?"

Why would you get a certificate or whatever in door knocking?

Any fool knows how to knock at a door.

Knocking at a door is a skill most people learn at a very, very, very young age.

It seems like a massive waste of money getting accreditation as a door knocker.

What do they teach the door knocker's to be? How to master the special door knocker knock that I could never master during my brief stint as a door knocker?

Still seems like a waste of money.

But then there is bragging rights attached to obtaining a certificate in door knocking; and that is being the only one out of your mates and family to be allowed to knock on a strange door ... or even a not so strange door.

Yeah, still seems like a waste.

Really, door knocking is a bad enough job. So I don't know why they're trying to make it even less appealing by introducing a stupid certificate to be able to work as a door knocker ...

Oh, wait. Now I see why they're making door knockers get a certificate in door knocking. Those cunning bastards.

More Concern From Tara

So Tara is still concerned about me, or say her email to me says.

It's the same old story;

She wasn't planning on working late and was putting away files. She picked up my file and immediately had some kind of premonitory vision about me, and had to contact me as soon as possible so that I can fill in my request for a sensorial vision study and a ritual of ultimate protection.

If whatever she saw was that pressing and urgent, then she would've done the ritual voodoo stuff on my behalf without waiting for me to maybe fill in the request form. The lack of permission hasn't stopped her from doing so in the past ... plus she also has a file on me ... I don't know why though. I havn't actually used her pyschic services.

It's not like I'm going to object to getting some extra good karma sent my way ... especially if it's free good karma.

Tara then goes on with the same old fear mongering she always uses when she wants me to pay for some pyschic reading by indicating that I could become disgustingly rich if I pay for her to do her readings on me. If don't I miss out on becoming disgustingly rich.

Yeah, that old sales pitch. It hasn't worked in the past, and I don't foresee it working in the future ... but then, Tara is the pyschic not me.

But that little sales pitch does really lessen the impression that she's truly concerned about me ... which I'm sure she is: concerned about not getting my hard earned from me!

Ghosts in the House

So last night was pretty windy, which meant that there was all kinds of things going bang and thud in the dark.

At first these sounds didn't worry me too much: it's usual for an old, run down house to make sounds like that. Although it did occur to me that Charlotte and Horry might be adding to the noise as well. But since they're both so incompetent at the whole haunting thing, the presense of the ghosts last night didn't worry me.

That is until I heard Charlotte chuckle.

Suddenly Charlotte became a lot less incompetent and a whole lot more threatening. If she managed to chuckle in such a sinister way, who knows what else she's capable of.

My first instinct when I heard Charlotte's chuckle was to leap out of bed and barricade my door.

The only reason why I didn't was because it was too cold to actually get out of bed. Plus I'm sure that I would've drawn attention to myself with all of the noise I would've made barricading my door. Better to remain still and quiet and hope that Charlotte just passes by without doing anything undue.

And then it occurred to me that barricading my door against a ghost is a pretty futile act. It's not like that's going to stop a ghost from just drifting through my wall or door.

Stockland Wendouree Today

Stockland Wendouree was a place of magic and whimsy today ... at least it was for the less cynical and jaded part of the population. For the rest of us, that just meant a much larger crowd at Stockland ... which meant more people for me to hit up to try and make their houses more energy effecient.

Yes, that's right, Santa Claus was at Stockland Wendouree today!

I don't know if it's a Stockland Wendouree thing, or if this happens wherevere Sanata goes, but not only was Santa present with his elves (disappointingly he wasn't with his reindeer), but he also had (what I can only assume was) a flying angel.

Yes, there was an angel hovering around StockLand Wendouree, waving her wings around, distracting those of us who were trying to work ... although she did disappear pretty quickly after Santa Claus arrived (in a train). So maybe he did something to her or simply just scared her away.

There was also a face painting booth nearby. And until I walked by it on my lunch break, I had simply assumed that everyone who had told me about it were dirty rotten liars, which is probably why I was always told never assume anything. I didn't see a single face painted kid all day, except for the one who was getting his face done when I walked by.

Still, it's not like I didn't get to see my share of magical and whimsical creatures today;

I did see this being who looked like a boy, but had crazy triathlete legs but walked duck footed, sounded like a little old lady and was only about four and a half feet high.

Hmm, maybe whimsical isn't the right word to be used when describing the dwarf old kid.

Actually, now that I come to think of it, there was a large amount of duck footed people cruising around Stockland Wendouree today.

A lot more than usual!

Maybe there really was magical stuff happening at Stockland Wendouree today.

Maybe the duck footed people are linked to the lack of face painted kids despite the very popular face painting booth.

Too bad duck footed people aren't really thought of as whimsical, otherwise today could've been all about them instead of Santa Clause and the angel before him. No body cared about the elves once they had run out of lolly pops and were handing out lame as stickers instead.