2005.09.19 A Temporal Violation

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Today was my first day of my tour of duty at the factory as engineering liaison. That seemed to go well enough.

Today was also International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrrrr.

Today was also my little sister's birthday. You're old; nyah nyah.

Finally, it turns out that today is the day that I will at some point decide wasn't sufficiently entertaining and so will have spent decades fabricating a time travel device to send myself a message today from the me in the future. At first, when I first realized what was going on, I was worried that reading the information would in fact rupture causality, but then I figured What The Hell?. The future me, in the time stream where today was boring (or, at least too boring to rant about on my web page) has/will decide(d) to pass on the following insights.

  1. Yes, modern fashion is indeed as stupid looking as everyone secretly thinks it is, and will be generally acknowledged as such shortly. Even that cool burnt orange colour.
  2. No, George Dubya Bush will not end the world as we know it. Of course, this might have more to do with how well we really know the world than Dubya's destructive influences.
  3. Yes, Harry Potter will eventually get killed off. Thankfully.
  4. No, benevolent world government will not be feasible any time soon, no matter how desperately we might need it.
  5. Yes, some religious group will destroy itself utterly.
  6. No, it won't be Scientology. Which is just hilarious, really.
  7. And Yes, this will be considered the Golden Age of something or other. I hate to think what.

The problem now is, of course, that this really didn't seem like it was worth the effort of all that work creating the time machine, so I'm probably not going to bother. Which means that this web page is probably going to disappear in a puff on un-time.




Any time now.










Yep... Going to vanish. Possibly destroying reality along with it. Wait for the Earth shattering ka-boom!




















Ah, screw it. I'm going to bed. Arrrrr.