3 Psychic Hotlines Put to the 'Ghostbusters' Test
Like you, I want to have advanced knowledge of future events that I can exploit to enrich myself financially, sexually or nutritionally (if I can get a heads up on where to find a McRib, I am on that mother).
Despite doing Kegel exercises regularly, I’ve been unable to hone my own psychic prowess, so I figured I’d have to turn to experts; people who charge several dollars a minute for access to their mysterious gifts. But could I trust these people? I can’t abide charlatans, so I’d have to run some tests.
In order to save money I’d have to get my psychic friends to run a five minute gauntlet of psychicery to prove their worth. The challenge? In that time, I would ask them to tell me what I had in my hand, what I had for breakfast and give an answer to one more or less preposterous and wholly fraudulent question like a more naked Dr. Peter Venkman (oh, right, I'd be naked). It’s on!
TelemediumThe Telemedium website had me hooked right off the bat. To start they were only going to charge me $1.69 per minute. Sixty-nine is hilarious on the Internet, I’m sold! Plus, there’s a long list of psychics I can choose from, it’s not even some random wahoo with specialized knowledge of unknowable events, it’s my choice. And what choices!
Tim there looked promising, and if anyone has seen the astral plane it’s gotta be this guy but alas, he was offline. Luckily they have about 90 psychics to choose from so I also ran Costanza here up the flagpole;
My final choice was this charming looking lady, because I was hoping for some psychic phone sex as I assume she already knows what I like (mostly degradation and threats).
Unfortunately she too was offline, so I had to settle for a middle-aged lady whose picture wasn’t even available. Great. The Test: My new psychic friend was named Claudia and she spoke as slowly and deliberately as any drunk I’ve ever met. I couldn’t decide if this was because she was trying to milk my $1.69 a minute or because she had stroked out just before I called. I didn’t really want to ask. Honestly, she should have known I wanted to know, but that’s neither here nor there. Since I didn’t have time or finances to beat around the bush, I cut to the chase. In my hand was the one item I always have handy when I’m doing research: a boxed set of the
He’s a cop and a robo? This movie really speaks to me.With only a minor stumble that I think was the beginning of a “wha?” Claudia quickly changed directions and explained how she connects with my spirit guides to glean information from me and they show her what I need to know, not always what I want to know. You crafty bitch. I tell her it was all three
I haven’t seen this many greasy meat tubes since I was an altar boy (ba dum bum).The clock is ticking and I refuse to question this woman about my sausage any longer (I had sausage for breakfast, incidentally). I jump right into the big guns by explaining to her my beloved uncle Jeremy was lost at sea two weeks ago while out tuna fishing. Is he OK? Inexplicably this question slows her down even more and I’m positive I’ve wasted over $10 at this point. She tells me she sees water and darkness and it feels cold. She tells me my uncle was definitely in the water and now, wherever he is, he’s lost. He’s partially crossed over but she isn’t sure if that means he has died or possibly in a coma.
This is how they finally canceled Crossing Over with John Edwards.She attempts to explain how the guides are showing her water in a desperate attempt to not have to do an about face to account for my fictional uncle’s fictional demise. I scream “fraud” into the phone and hang up, about $12 poorer but so much wiser.
Psychic CenterAt the psychic center you can apparently get 10 minutes worth of psychic insight for only $1. How do these guys stay in business? The website features a very
My dog’s dink is now on the Internet.My pet psychic hasn’t instilled a lot of faith in me yet but it all rests on the money shot. She missed the bus on Mojo but maybe she can redeem herself with this little gem: My kitten fell into a box and floated down the river behind my home and my pug ran after him and I haven’t seen either since. Are they OK? The Verdict: The savvy amongst you will have recognized my conundrum as the set up for the epically awesome kitten-and-pug movie
It’s a fraud, you silly bastard!Ace Ventura takes it at face value and explains how the two animals have a real connection with each other which is why the pug followed and they know I will be OK without them but that other people needed their love and guidance so that’s why they left. Even though the kitten was in the water he got out OK and the two are together and safe and they’re sending me a message to not worry. This shit’s deep. I mention how I forgot one detail, that I don’t have a kitten or a pug and that’s actually a children’s movie. Immediately the tone becomes icy and she explains how if I provide false information she can’t read the cards properly. I think that’s pet psychic for “you’re an asshole.”
Psychic Power NetworkI had to up the ante because I’ve been wasting too much of my admittedly not-particularly precious time and money on this. It’s time to go for a sure thing. This psychic had to be the real deal. Why? Because she’s got a doctorate in metaphysics, which I bet is a thing you can really get. That’s like physics but on numerous levels and shit. Probably that means she can tell my future and build a perpetual motion machine that runs on faith and smiles.
Nice dress ya got there, Father of Logic.I’m pleasantly surprised to discover this psychic is totally game for my test and in no time she begins scrabbling towards an answer. It’s… something… important to me. Honestly, I can’t tell her she’s wrong. We may be on to something here. Like my attempts to recreate the movie Up in a lawn chair, everything soon comes crashing down in a miserable heap when it comes to the breakfast question. She actually brushes me off by saying her gifts are to help with meaningful questions. Lady, it doesn’t get more meaningful than Pillsbury Toaster Strudel. I used the little packet of icing to draw a dong on it. Then I felt bad when I had to eat it.
Toaster strudel, a gateway to gay.Not a fan of her saucy attitude I try to zing her with my next question: I fell in love with a girl when I was in high school but, due to unforeseen circumstances, I ended up going to prison for killing her dad on a tuna fishing trip. After I got out of prison I couldn’t find her. Will we ever be together? I feel a faint glimmer of hope--not that she has psychic powers but that she may be a reasonable human being--when she asks me if that really happened. I assure her in my most sincere voice that yes, I went fishing with my girlfriend’s father and, quite by accident, negligently homicided him right there on the boat. Like a trooper, the good doctor tells me that my lost love felt so much pain for the loss of her father and for feeling betrayed by me, even though it was an accident.
It made my day when I found out this was a real book.In order to wrap things up, I ask if it would change things if I made all that stuff up and if she feels bad that she has to lie to me to get paid. I go on to explain the irony of me lying to her to get paid and then ask if she’s willing to drop the psychic routine and mix dirty talk with her thoughts on the