I just checked a website that one of my students used for a research paper and found an ad for live psychics—on camera, waiting for my call, drinking off-brand colas, hollering over a shoulder to someone in another room, surrounded by statuettes proclaiming someone The World's Best Mom.
All I had to do was click on the image and I could have signed in, gotten news from the Universe.
The thing is, I don't think I want to know.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
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