Me: Is today going to be a good day?
8B: Outlook not so good.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, was I right and you were wrong? Today was a good day.
8B: It is decidedly so.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, am I going to die today?
8B: It is decidedly so.
Me: Am I really going to die? Can I trust you at all?
8B: My answer is NO.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Journal entry for May 27, 2012 (Magic 8 Ball forecast)
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Journal entry for May 26, 2012 (Magic 8 Ball sessions, continued)
Magic 8 Ball continued
Me: Magic 8 Ball, what's up?
8B: It is certain.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, are you for real, man?
8B: It is decidedly so.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, are you fulla shit?
8B: As I see it, yes.
Me: Is it because you are Maya?
8B: It is certain.
Me: Did I get that last one right?
8B: Outlook good.
Me: Are you feeding me a line?
8B: Reply hazy, try again.
Me: Are you feeding me a line?
8B: My reply is NO.
Me: Ok.
8B: Better not tell you now.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, what's up?
8B: It is certain.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, are you for real, man?
8B: It is decidedly so.
Me: Magic 8 Ball, are you fulla shit?
8B: As I see it, yes.
Me: Is it because you are Maya?
8B: It is certain.
Me: Did I get that last one right?
8B: Outlook good.
Me: Are you feeding me a line?
8B: Reply hazy, try again.
Me: Are you feeding me a line?
8B: My reply is NO.
Me: Ok.
8B: Better not tell you now.
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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