Sunday, November 25, 2007

Can you read my mind, Supe....you?

I'm thinking of a number between 1-55, take a guess at what it is. No, seriously, before you read on, think of a number.

Can I just say, that watching TV along with a full school schedule and a job at a TV station is not such an easy task -- in fact, I've only kept up with ... counting ... I've only kept up with four shows. That is Desperate Housewives, Brothers and Sisters, Grey's Anatomy and (drumroll) America's Psychic Challenge (I know, right?).

Maybe this show is totally bogus, but it's great! The premise: 16 psychics from around the nation (ojo: conveniently located within the Los Angeles area) compete four at a time in tournament-style competition. JolĂ­n!

Last Friday, the remaining four psychics competed in the semi-finals. A gay-empath and a ditsy-Blondie went home leaving Michelle, who says she comes "...from the light," and Jackie, a voodooist, who affectionately calls herself the White Serpent.

Even though Michelle says she "...works in the dark way," Jackie is my favorite (new meaning to bowl-cut!). How can you not LOVE a character who carries animal organs in her purse, constantly refers to herself as Ms. Jackie and, when touched, gets angry and mumbles, "I certainly wouldn't piss off a voodooist!" Plus, she kind of reminds me of Penny Marshall!

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Click here to read more on the White Serpent.

I've only had a close encounter with one so-called-psychic. Her name was Tina Lee, a squat Hispanic woman who told me in a free-reading I'd have a long life on either the East or West Coast (I know, SPOOOKY-specific) and that I needed to balance-my-life through meditation holding crystals that only she owned in her shop on Massachusetts Street.

The first time I met her, I was scouting-psychics with a couple friends for a Halloween Event. We walked into her shop and she asked if she could help us. Pausing ever so slightly to see if she'd "read my mind," I was disappointed when I finally had to relent.

She gave my friend Mary a private reading in a cubicle in the middle of the bright fluorescent room while her kids watched Elmo on a big-screen, and I sneezed from the sage-incense and Mary Mother-of-God votive candles burning nearby.

She said Mary (my Mary, not the Mother-of-God) was an alcoholic in a past life. Her fee? $500/event. That's a lot of cash for a lot of clap-trap and oye, even though I got every one of the challenges wrong on America's Psychic Challenge, I think I should start reading!

By the way, the number I was thinking of was 26. If you got it, (or were in proximity) contact Lifetime now to participate in next season's competition. And don't miss the finale this Friday (or catch episodes online)!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

I guessed your number exactly, Taylor.. EXACTLY... It was a bit spooky, really.

x -- gloriousnumber1

Anonymous said...

Nope, you didn't get my number. 16

--Susan

Anonymous said...

I guessed 45. :P

--Mark

Anonymous said...

44.

You're like Craig T. Nelson in POLTERGEIST who waits for Zelda Rubenstein to read his mind after she asks a question. Maybe that pyshic, like Zelda, just doesn't like "tricky answers."

--Matthew

Anonymous said...

I said 28. That must make me a little bit psychic.

I always get those little challenges wrong on the show, though.

--beth

jnutty said...

oh my i was eleven off. maybe you know which way?