Monday, February 15, 2010

Future

FUTURE, n. The period of time in which our affairs prospers, our friends are true and our happiness is assured.

2010 Update: The coming era of correct predictions.

Update: Happy Bolludagur, Icelanders passing by. A dismal Ogre Day to the rest.

24 comments:

Jim said...

Woe is me, I am undone. I have no future, all of my predictions have been correct but none have been given any attention.
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Anonymous said...

Doug's Dad says: Jim, I feel your pain. By the way, if anyone cares, I am sitting next to Jim in the picture

TLP said...

Bolladagur sounds like our (PA) Fastnacht Day. Only our Fastnacht Day is on Shrove Tuesday, which is tomorrow. yum, yum, yum.

My future grows shorter by the day. (For the orges among us.)

Doug said...

Jim, your middle name would have been Cassandra, if your folks had only listened.

Haha, dad. A rusty morning in S.D.?

Yeah, TLP. I think Fastnacht sounds pretty close, but do the parents get beaten with sticks? To me, that's the key innovation.

TLP said...

Yikes!!!! No beatings of any kind! Just eatings. Get rid of that "B" and just eat sweet and wonderful Fastnachts. (I had no idea that ogres had taken over Iceland.)

Doug said...

TLP, the ogres are the lawnkeepers and construction workers for the elves.

Thom said...

FUTURE: Barack Obama? I wonder

Nessa said...

So I may indulge in 24 hours of total excess before the attempted saving of my future soul?

Desires

Karen said...

Vanessa. It's your soul. Save yourself.

Karen said...

Is Bistro Ambrose serving cream-filled pastries to non-ogres today?

Ariel the Thief said...

Happy Bolladagur! Happy Ogre Day! I am with TLP, I am going to celebrate anything if there is good food.

quilly said...

FUTURE -- few sure -- that sums it up.

sauerkraut said...

The future is already here... and my fasnachts are half gone. What shall I eat tomorrow? Hmmmm... maybe I'll eat the stock brokers' slips for breakfast. ...

Karen said...

S'kraut:

How cryptic. An explanation is due you in short order. Or not.
~

cooper said...

correct predictions? If only.

Whatever. I'm going back to it. ;)

Karen said...

And you did a 403 Forbidden Error on my URL, Coop ... Obviously, you're not backing any of my predictions.

Karen said...

Buenas noches, SeƱor Perro. Este juego no es divertido.

Mo'a said...

*smiling* Bolla, bolla right back at you...a day late :)

Doug said...

Thom, you're thinking of promoting the president?

Enjoy the carnival, Nessa.

Karen, there are some in the kitchen.

Creampuffs, Ariel. Can you believe a holiday of creampuffs and whacking people? Perfect.

Sure does, Quilly. The way is narrow.

Sauerkraut, I'm not sure they'll be good for Lent.

Karen, I'm not sure what the stockbroker slips are about, either.

Cooper, turn around.

Lo siento, Karen. No te faltas jugar.

Mo'a, I hope your grandson has learned the tradition.

Thom said...

Hell no!

Doug said...

I didn't actually think so, Thom. I read your blog.

Nessa via Weirsdo said...

She would burn. She would run wild and naked through sun drenched fields of wild flowers. She would gnaw on the raw meat of her desires and take in the vital energy to sustain her beyond a mundane world that threatened to crush out the breath of enthusiasm. She would drop from the highest cliff and free fall into a swirling whirlpool of her unknown future.

sauerkraut said...

stock brokers' slips = futures market.

Karen said...

Beware drive-by comments. They portend doom and ruin.