For almost two years, this blog provided a thought every weekday with questions on Fridays. Now I post when inspiration strikes.
No. But I find God every time I lose something precious or run dangerously low on gas.Does that count?
I wasn't until this day, exactly four years ago, when a lot of very horrible things happen, culminating in me ending up in Athens County jail overnight.
I had a friend in school, a very superstitious copywriter, who believed that the events that occurred in a game of Super Tecmo Bowl would adversely affect his beloved Redskins' performance in their next game. He forbade anyone from playing as or against the 'Skins for pretty much the whole season.
Not at all, but i'm not changing underwear till this campaign officially sales through.
Yes. No. Yes. No. I don't know how to answer this.My dad is a fortune teller. He makes a good living doing it. Very good living actually.Naturally I ask him all the time on that. Like "Dad, what career shall I go for?" or "Does fate control everything?"And every time I ask, he just gets angry and leaves the table, or hangs up the phone. The nicest and the only answer I got from him so far is "Don't ask."It gets worse when I ask why not.So until this day I still don't know. I don't even know if his constant disapproval of my curiosity on his career means something or not. Like the less I know the more I control my own destiny. Or I'm supposed to believe in myself, go out and do stuff.I'm taking the hint that I'm supposed to figure that out myself though.I still have an itch to ask him every now and then to see if his attitude changes.
Rusty, no one wants to buy a campaign from a guy with stinky underwear.I believe more in Karma than superstition, but I suppose it depends on your view of both.
And I believe in clean underwear.
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