Provocative Planet

First Post Of The Year - 2006

It's 2006... and I'm sure that there is some Sci-Fi movie or show from the 50's that depicts us having huge foreheads and communicating without vocals anymore, but the future is hardly ever what you predict. I mean, according to Back To The Future II, we are all going to have hover-cars in less than 10 years from now (also, future Biff's grandson will eat genetically modified cow manure... and dislike it, just as past generations have.) No, things are what they are, though... and they've progressed a lot in the past 10 years. I look forward to this coming year with optimism and hope.

Fickle Finger?
This past weekend (starting Thursday) I took a trip to Branson, Missiouri with my brother to pick up a car he'd won on E-Bay. He is now the proud owner of a 1974 Plymouth Duster. After getting some work done to make it more road-worthy, we departed for home on Friday night. Not freaky but rather odd is the fact that gas prices were actually cheaper in the middle of the Ozarks than at stations near New Orleans, where refineries are just a stone's throw away and rigs sit right offshore. Anyway, en-route while driving through the Ozarks, I get a call from my good friend who was driving to Canada (roughly 1500 miles away). He was listening to the 4 non-blondes song 'Whats Up?' and said he was thinking about me... as he called I was listening to the exact same song (The tune is over 10 years old and it was not a syndicated broadcast!). Even freakier when me and my bro stopped just south of Memphis to get a bite to eat for lunch. After sitting down to enjoy our meal, Spicolli walks in to get himself lunch. He was driving back from Wisconsin. Same place and same time in the middle of nowhere... freaky stuff! I suppose we were just destined to have lunch together. My belief (well, not a belief, but more of a lame quasi-theory) is that since the Tsunami altered the Earth's rotation every so slightly, the planets have been put into alignment and 2006 will hold cosmic surprises! Not that I really believe in fate (I think things were more or less set in motion from the start and have gone untouched since), but I am not about to give up playing the power-ball weekly!

Never underestimate the meaning behind your lunchtime destiny!!! (And I'm not talking about your decision on whether to king size those fries!)

1974 Plymouth Duster (with slant 6) & Cold A/C!!!

Happy Caesar's Julian Calendar New Year!