Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Magical Moment

Today I finally took a close look into the junk left behind in the abandoned office next door. The previous occupant's Magic 8-Ball, alone on the table, seemed especially forlorn to me. Why, I wondered, would anyone leave behind such a critical decision-making tool? Cod knows I never go anywhere without mine.

Then I asked whether the internal candidate applying for the job would wind up getting it, and turned it over. The answer: NOTHING. The little answer doohickey inside, that floats in the blue/black predictive salsa, only gives you the pointy end. The pointy end is hanging way out of the salsa, so what you actually see is a white PENTAGON. A pentagon with 5 conflicting answers written on it, sloshing back and forth as you shake it so you can see them all. Shake it again, and you get 5 different answers to choose from. I hardly know whether to douse it in kerosene and light it up, or build an altar to it.

That is so totally life in a nutshell.


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