Edvins has always been one of my favorite kooks. Here's a nice,
bizarre rant from him.
He's also selling breast pumps on the pregnancy newsgroups.
On Apr 22, 1:42 pm, Ed Augusts <edaugu...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> THE ROOMMATE FROM HELL
>
> I rented two bedrooms last year to two separate ladies, women that I
> did not even try to form any kind of closer friend****p other than a
> 'room mate' one, especially since as soon as I said I wanted to rent
> out some rooms, and I might as well rent to females, MY FRIENDS jumped
> in and warned me, "You'd better not have any idea in your mind that
> you're going to develop this roommate situation into a personal
> relation****p, 'cause that's not likely to happen, all you'll do is get
> yourself in trouble," etc. So from the very start, I didn't even look
> twice at these women, no matter how they cared to dress or prance
> around the house or melt a little too comfortably, hugging the sofa
> and loveseat like slices of processed cheese.
>
> The one rental, to a vivacious woman in the music industry whose Venus-
> Mars conjunction in Leo not only puts her on stage but trines my
> Jupiter in Sagittarius, (amicable, financially successful, etc.,), has
> gone well. The other one, a room adjacent to the first lady, plus also
> having the 'run of the house' was rented to a talented artist, has not
> gone well at all! I rented to the artist without looking at her
> chart. In fact, I didn't even get her birthdate! We had some mutual
> artistic and literary interests that came up during our first few
> conversations that seemed good enough for me to just let her go ahead
> and move into the house without even finding out when she was born.
> NEVER WILL I MAKE THIS MISTAKE ... OF TRUSTING SOMEONE BASED ON MERE
> APPEARANCES .. AGAIN!
>
> The day she moved in, I helped move her stuff from the other side of
> town. She asked for this help, which I was glad to provide, otherwise
> she didn't have a way to move all her stuff into my place. Doggone
> it, though... I couldn't get the rear 'gate' of my SUV open, it was
> jammed. It had always been difficult to open, but now it was frozen
> like 5 feet of ice. We needed to get it open to take some of her
> bigger stuff... So after trying this and that, she got in the back of
> the SUV on her back on the floor, and lay there and kicked, with both
> feet, at the rear gate to try to pop it open. I was standing right
> behind the door, pulling at the handle, just as she was kicking. About
> the 3rd or 4th kick, the glass rear window shattered into a thousand
> pieces and spattered flying blue-green tinted glass in all
> directions. I was wearing a short-sleeve ****rt and got cut by broken
> glass in 6 or 7 places. Over the next few days the process started of
> getting estimates on fixing this glass. A glazier came out and was
> about to put in a replacement, when, again, he couldn't (and I
> couldn't) get the back door open. It turned out that in this
> particular model SUV you could ONLY put in a new pane of glass IF the
> locked door was unlocked, but the key would not open the lock... So
> the glazier went back to his shop and took the pane of glass with him.
> I ascertained that getting a locksmith to come out and get the lock
> open would cost a minimum of $60, maybe $75 to $90, that's what
> locksmiths charge now to come out to somebody's house. So, rather than
> get into a stressful situation by putting this matter up to my
> roommate for discussion, I put a sheet of plastic over the hole, held
> down tight with duct tape, and put off the project until another day.
>
> A few weeks later, this roommate had borrowed my computer to download
> some art files from the Internet. She did not ask to use the
> computer, I simply found her sitting there. "Oh, it's in a public
> place, so I figured it was okay if I used it." She was right, the
> computer table was a big metal affair with 2 computers and a printer
> on it on one side of the living room, it was MY mistake for not moving
> all my computer stuff into my room as soon as I rented the other two
> rooms... Her downloading these art files made me feel very
> uncomfortable when I realized she was loading 100+ megabyte art
> programs, six or seven of them. She'd put them into a tem****ary file,
> then from there onto her CD, to take back to her own (non-internet-
> connected) computer. But I begged her NOT to do this, "Those files
> are too big, Don't break my computer -- please?" but she sighed and
> said, "Don't worry so much, it'll be okay." But it wasn't okay! She
> logged off all her art stuff, and when I tried logging on again, I
> couldn't get past the black DOS screen. Windows had crashed, and I
> found out, so had the Hard Drive! All of my files and collected e-
> mails and stories and book inventory and Kodak sofware program, and
> much more, was gone, and when the "Nerds on Wheels" 'expert' came out
> to the house, he swore on a Bible that he could retrieve my lost
> files, but all that came back in exchange for my $400 cash was a new
> 186 gig harddrive, and bits and pieces of Windows-installed software I
> never used anyway. All my personal files were gone. Now I did sit
> down with m y Roommate from Hell and had a chat about this. She
> refused to accept responsibility, claiming my computer was old, (it
> was about 3 years old), and: "these things happen, goddamn it, stop
> whining, grow up!"
>
> There now began a simmering tension in the air. My car had a broken
> window and my Sony PC loaded with its lovely XP Home Edition was
> useless. About a week to ten days later, she claimed that somebody had
> entered her room and stolen $40. She assumed that it had been ME that
> stole from her, but I had no reason to steal $40 from her, I had, by
> the way, just sold 8,000 books, my cheapest, least valuable books, to
> a would-be dealer in California who had driven a 26-foot truck up to
> my garage and paid me more than $3,000 cash for the worst-of-the-worst
> of my books.. I reserved the good ones in my room and living room.
> The point was, I was flush with cash, I had absolutely no need to
> enter her room and take her $40. I thought this was nervy of her to
> claim such a thing, in the face of the damage she had done to MY
> stuff! This also began to affect our other roommate, because she was
> implying it could just as easily have been HER who "stole her $40".
>
> A few days later, relieving the awful tension in the air, the Roommate
> from Hell disappeared for a couple of nights, and this was a striking
> and most unusual event because she hadn't said anything, to the other
> roommate, or myself, that she was planning to be away for a few days.
> My other house-mate wondered out loud if I shouldn't call to re****t
> her as a missing person. She had never failed to come home from work,
> she kept the most regular hours imaginable; she seemed the dull,
> careful, painstaking Saturnian kind of person who never varied her
> schedule. Moreover, she hadn't left a note or phoned us (which she
> could easily have done, since she had both our landbased as well as
> cell-phone numbers) to say she wouldn't be coming home.
>
> So, after another day went by, and a couple of California friends,
> once I told them the story, DEMANDED that I call the police, I began
> calling all the local hospitals to make sure she hadn't ended up in
> the hospital. I then finally called the police and re****ted her as
> missing. An officer called me back a couple of hours later. "This
> woman is known to us, her license was suspended last year... was she
> born 2/25/62 ?" I told him she'd never mentioned her birthdate. "Yep,
> that's her!" So, in this roundabout and totally unexpected way, I
> ended up with her date of birth! I had a note pad and wrote down the
> date of birth as the officer mentioned it... Now I could cast her
> chart, finally, to see what was really bothering me --- WHY had our
> interactions been so damaging? WHY had she hurt both my car and my
> computer? WHY was I exposed, like a sitting duck, and unable to
> extract myself from this situation by either asking her to leave or
> hunkering down in my room, tight as a drum, and avoiding contact of
> any kind with her? After all, it takes "two to tango", or tangle.
>
> I found out an amazing array of planetary information... First, her
> PLUTO was in close conjunction to my MARS, so she and I shared some
> negative potential energies. We would surely vie for space, vie for
> dominance and supremacy, even as nothing but house-mates... But there
> were OTHER aspects, and they were almost all negative, HIGHLY
> negative:
>
> * Her Mercury and Saturn were opposite my Moon, showing she would have
> no sympathy (Saturn) to my feelings of being hurt by her (Moon). As
> well, her mind (Mercury) would not easily understand my moods (Moon),
> nor would I be able to understand how her mind (Mercury) worked.
>
> * Her Mars was opposite my Saturn, which is traditionally one of the
> WORST POSSIBLE configurations between two charts; Saturn destroys and
> kills, and things which are my 'work', my possessions, are indicated
> by Mars. So this specific inter-action is indicated in the natal
> astrology for both of us. Meanwhile, the Martian side of my nature was
> now beginning to eagerly criticize and berate her for being cold and
> indifferent as well as malicious. but this never improved things, it
> only made her more cold, indifferent, and malicious.
>
> There are 3 or 4 other negative inter-aspects which I just don't have
> time to go into here! But if you want to compare charts, mine is June
> 11, 1948, 5:20 a.m, Bamberg, Germany, born in a "D.P." (displaced
> persons) camp, to Latvian parents who fled the Soviets during the
> war. The family spent 1945--early 1950 in the camp, so I was,
> literally, born in a kind of "prison" (12th House SUN conj URA, opp
> JUP).
>
> As it turned out, she showed up on the third night of being missing,
> just HOURS after I re****ted her missing; and instead of apologizing
> to us for leaving without posting a note or calling either of us on
> the phone, she chattered to me and the other house-mate about what a
> nice 3 days she'd had in Sedona with friends who'd invited her up and
> taken her to a consciousness workshop of some kind.
>
> "Gee, I kinda wish you'd called one of us to say where you went,
> because Ed called the police today and filed a "missing persons"
> re****t on you!"
>
> "Oh, my god! You did WHAT?" She went ballistic--at me--for
> re****ting her missing. She immediately inferred that I had "wanted to
> f*ck with her", that I was stepping over the invisible line into the
> area of her private life, that I was trying to MANAGE HER LIFE, as
> well as GET HER IN TROUBLE, which, of course, infuriated me because my
> only intention had been to do the right thing, the neighborly thing,
> and CARE about SOMEONE WHO GOES MISSING. I'd tossed the situation
> around with several good female friends and without exception they
> said, "Ed, do not wait! Call the police NOW and see what you need to
> do! She might be in danger! She might have been kidnapped! Every
> moment counts!" After she came home, I, with my noble and often pig-
> headed Jupiter in Sagittarius OPP Sun-Uranus, expected her to
> apologize for not telling us she was taking off, and making us worry
> about her. She didn't believe we were worried about her, she thought
> we were "f*cking with her life!"
>
> So, what do you do with a person like that? Strangely enough, I still
> thought I had a ghost of a chance to ameliorate the situation by doing
> a comparison of charts for her which would show her all these negative
> and conflicting aspects between her chart and my own, and elevate
> myself in her eyes through my ability in astrology. Now! Here is
> where it gets pecuilar... Knowing I couldn't engage her in a
> conversation because she would freak out and yell at me, I took one of
> my best "Comparison of Charts" books, one written by Lynne Palmer, in
> paperback, a $16.50 title that I'd bought new in an astrology shop,
> and I did a chart-wheel for her, showing her chart and my chart with
> planetary comparisons. Then I had a page of notes which referred to
> pages in the Lynne Palmer book so she could see how 'right on' the
> comparisons were.
>
> I left the house at 7:00 o'clock at the same time as my other roomie
> (the compatible one), and the Roommate from Hell was just starting to
> get up. I got home at 2:20 that afternoon, and the book, the chart,
> the references, were all gone. Clearly, she had taken them to read
> and learn more about astrology. Right? Wrong! When I asked her how she
> was enjoying the astrology book and all the related materials I'd left
> for her to view, she said, "What book? I didn't see a book! I don't
> believe in that stuff anyway." I never did get my book back. And that
> same night, I realized with a shudder, that she had taken a CD Rom
> from my computer tower which was marked "47 Stories by Ed Augusts", it
> was the best collection I had of all the short stories I had written.
> I had been working on it and had left it in the tower when I went to
> work that day.
>
> She had been in such a RAGE that I had dared to do her horoscope (!)
> and compared my planets with hers, (!!) that she must have been
> snarling and fuming, and the only suitable punishment she could think
> for my 'trespassing' was to throw away the chart, the notes, the
> astrology book -- AND she went over to my computer, which I STILL had
> not put into MY ROOM and LOCKED the door behind me to keep it safe --
> I STILL was living in a blissful unawareness that my stuff might get
> trashed again --- and took out the CD, possibly thinking there might
> be something on there about her chart, despite the "short story"
> label. And on her way to work, because she takes the bus to work every
> day, I believe she must have taken all my stuff and thrown it into one
> of the dumpsters on the path to her bus-stop. I looked that night in
> a number of dumpsters in the area, but they'd just been emptied by the
> City, so no luck there.
>
> So, the work of 3 or 4 years of writing, my 47 short stories, was no
> more! I had carefully gotten together all my stories and put them on
> that CD; soon after, she destroyed my hard-drive, so the original
> database of stories was gone, I still had it on the CD; now, she stole
> the CD as well! I was the most miserable person for three or four days
> until I found an earlier CD that I'd done and then forgotten about
> which had 34 of the collected stories, and then a friend in Canada
> sent me copies of stories I'd sent her over the last couple of years,
> which included more of the still-missing ones, so I finally was able
> to breathe a sigh of relief that my database had not been completely
> destroyed. There are still some fine stories missing, but I found
> enough of the ones that I thought were gone forever so that my anger
> passed. I do not hold long-term grudges, it is not in my chart to do
> so. Mars ***tiles Venus and Mercury, there are no hard aspects to
> Mars, that's how I interpret this comparative low level of anger and
> resentment... although this roommate was sure giving me reasons to be
> resentful...
>
> This woman has now moved out of my life forever, and now that she's
> gone I don't wish to ever hear of her or see her again. Knowing her
> once was already too much! I wish her well in her art career, but I
> wonder if she has any idea how much expense, pain and suffering she's
> caused me because of her carelessness (in the case of the broken car
> window and broken hard-drive, neither of which she ever offered to pay
> me any compensation for), and wrong-thinking (blaming me for re****ting
> her as a missing person, when we were all concerned about what had
> happened to her), and then topping everything, stealing my book,
> chart, and invaluable CD to punish me for trespassing into her privacy
> to do her horoscope, I guess! As a guy with this Jupiter-opp-Sun
> +Uranus, I easily cross over boundaries that others would not dare
> cross over, that's why, once I found out her birthdate, I wanted to do
> that chart and share the chart details with her. I never suspected
> she would 'flip-out' as she did!
>
> -----Edwww.edaugusts.com
"Above all other thins, I am a writer."
-- Edvins Augusts
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