7/16/2003

Where Will You Be In 10 Years?

Filed under: Culture — Tim @ 8:27 am

I was recently asked that question and had nothing to say — I sorta just slurred words and trailed off (if you’ve met me in meat space, then you know I usually have an answer, BS or not, for any question asked).

To see just how future-thinking my compadres are, I asked a group of individuals on one of my IM lists the same question, here were a few responses:

- dead, but I got my 15 minutes of fame
- married (again) with multiple spoiled children
- 10 years from now I plan to be sleeping with your wife and wearing your pelt as a coat to keep warm
- foraging for food in the remnants of a post-apocalyptic wasteland
- shooting welfare mutants
- middle management with an MBA, at [insert current company name]
- if I’m still alive, then I’ll focus on nursing my 401k, raising my kids, and cheating on my wife
- I never imagined myself beyond my late teens… and I’m 32 now
- on my way to the moon with a homebuilt rocket fueled by furry animals
- a Doctor, shrink, or owning my own business that doesn’t require my presence to operate. lots of kids lots of travel…
- I hope to be the [next] incarnation of the living God
- I’d like to be digitized and uploaded into every nook and cranny on the Internet and then marry a flesh & blood woman, creating a new race of superhumans… half-man, half-zero and a whole lotta [insert any word for sex]
- still waiting for Linux to install easily on the desktop

Anyways, today, other than the Super Villainizer, the Internet was as slow as Fat Albert trying to run the last leg of the 400 meter relay.

And the moral of the story is: always have on hand an answer to open-ended, non-specific, ultra-generic questions. I hope I provided several that you can use at a later date.

Caption This Photo, Or Feel The Wrath Of Jebus

Filed under: Jebus, Cheesus and Buddy JHC — Tim @ 2:49 am

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Boss: Peter are you sleeping on the job?
Peter: No sir, there’s a bug in my eye and I’m trying to suffocate him.

Little kid: Maybe if I close my eyes they will all disappear

Contestant: Big Bucks, Big Bucks, No Whammies! Stop!

Snickers Announcer: Where Will You Be When Hunger Strikes?

Chorus: What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?

Dennis: What’s Wrong Mr. Wilson?

Robertson: One justice is 83-years-old, another has cancer and another has a heart condition. Would it not be possible for God to put it in the minds of these three judges that the time has come to retire?