1 + 1 = we’re all going to die

I have exactly two superstitions. Between them, I can explain the universe.

The first superstition is that if I talk about something, it’s not going to happen. The Pizza Gods superstition is a manifestation of that.

The second superstition is that if I talk about something, it IS going to happen. For example, if I were to say–and this blog entry should in no way be taken that I am saying that, because I categorically am not– that I’m going to die in an automobile accident in six months, I will die in an automobile accident in six months.

I live in a tidy world, populated by unspeakable horrors.

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