nisaba said:
I am in *desperate* need of de-enabling, all of a sudden. Of the kind shown in these first two points, where you point out individual problems with named cards. Can you come up with 76 other such problems, please?
Well, if you're in desperate need, I can probably pull out a couple more
Can't do 76, though. And I wouldn't do it if the whole deck weren't on taroteca, so nobody has to buy the thing to see what I'm talking about.
The Rohrig might be the deck for you if (in no particular order):
The Empress, in your mind, is a glamorous socialite who wears fur around her neck and what look like whole bird wings on her shoulders. I'm pretty sure that if this woman has children, she only sees them when they've been carefully dressed up and admonished to be good by their multiple nannies.
The worst kind of "interference" (8 of Swords) that happens in your life involves being stuck between two faceless and nearly identical women wearing nothing but thongs who are buried up to their thighs in the dirt but are still ten times your height even without their legs.
You like thinking the 10 of Cups is the 10 of Disks every time you see it because of the big CD (you know, compact
disk?) in the middle of the card. Also a breast--but that pretty much goes without saying in this deck.
You think the Wheel of Fortune needs a tiny soldier standing guard at the bottom under the wheel. What he thinks he's guarding against is unclear, since very little else in this deck is at his scale. He's probably dreaming about climbing a breast someday.
There is nothing more disappointing in your life (5 of Cups) than a giant stone block in your path, which could be easily walked around.
You think of the Prince of Cups as someone who lives in his parents' basement and does nothing but read porn. Come on, I dare you to come up with a different interpretation of the man whose head is full of breasts, penises, and a naked female torso.
You think the Queen of Disks should look like she's about to cry. I'm not sure what it is about her face, but it always has that effect on me.
(Between the socialite Empress and the depressed Queen of Disks, by the way, you'll notice there is not a single depiction of a happy motherly woman. Somebody warn the pregnant Princess of Disks!)
When you think of virtue (3 of Wands), you think of walking along a highway with a giant flower-thing sprouting out of your head. Looks uncomfortable.
You think the Ace of Cups is secretly a fire card. And apparently ecstasy or whatever is supposed to be depicted here involves your limbs dissolving. But you didn't want them, right?
When you think of swiftness (8 of Wands), you think of telepathic communication--but you can't tell if the man you're communicating with has a mustache or not. It's like Schrodinger's mustache, both present and not present.
And I have to admit, I had remembered the 2 of Cups wrong. The penis is probably only about 5 feet tall, not 6 as I said earlier.
Anybody still want this deck? And have I entertained nisaba enough now?