Spamrider of the Apocalypse

Since enterting this new Timeline I’ve been learning a few things.

First, I’ve found that people generally do not need nearly as much sleep as they seem to think they do.

Subsequently, they often end up needing even more.

Secondly, I’ve discovered that all the things people say are bad for you can actually be quite good sometimes.

The disease is the cure, my friends.  You’ve just got to have faith.

I apparently don’t have to die On February 29, 2010.

You see, when you travel to The Future, you find out the date of your own demise because you necessarily have to jump past the end of your natural lifespan.

It’s just part of the laws of physics.

At least, it used to be in the timeline where I came from.

Now I’m not so sure.

Because when I looked up what was previously my own cessation date to see what day it would happen on, I realized that particular date doesn’t even exist in this Timeline!

You all are using a different calendar.

So what’s with this month “June” anyway?

(Just kidding.)

But anyhow, it still makes sense if you think about it.

If you were to travel to a Future where you already existed, then there would be two of you.  And everyone knows there is only One.

At least where I come from they do.

So basically, The Future really is open to me now.

The world is my proverbial oyster. 

So from now on this is just going to be more of a  regular sort of blog.

Because there’s really no place else to go with it at this point.

Thanks for coming along for the ride.

In the old timeline, President Obama should have already made what came to be known as “The Blunder Felt ‘Round the Universe”.

But that obviously didn’t happen.

At least not yet.

It’s kind of scary not knowing what The Future holds.

But it’s kind of freeing as well.

Hell, ANYTHING could happen now.

Maybe I won’t even have to ever see fat Kurt Russell stuffed into that leather outfit again.

Good God I hope not.

I tried Time in a Beer in a Bottle today.

It didn’t do all that much for me to be honest.

I can’t say about the guy I shared it with though.

Time is an illusion
I strap to my wrist
But only for a time

So whose world are we building anyways?

Answer coming:  December 21, 2012