More Superstitious Than I Want to Be

Or, "How I hate it when coincidences make my hopeful imagination run rampant..."

However spiritual a person I am (or amn't), I'm not a real believer in forecasting the future. I will occasionally read well-written horoscopes, or fiddle with tarot cards not because they tell the future, but because they can give me a framework to look at my situation that isn't too deeply inside my own head.

But then I get trends...

Last week's "Free Will Astrology":
"And the raw truth as I see it is that you are more likely than all the other signs of the zodiac to prosper in 2010, even if the economy as a whole continues to limp along. The next four weeks will be an ideal time to launch a master plan to take advantage of this potential."

Then, two nights ago, after an order of Chinese food I opened a fortune cookie:
"A new business venture is on the horizon."
(Heck, just the fact that this is an actual fortune, instead of some zenny witticism, took me aback some.)

Yesterday, I found and applied to an open job at a local game company.

Today, I discovered that I am a vague acquaintance of someone who knows folks fairly highly placed in said company.

An hour ago, I send off the message, "Pretty please introduce me!"

Now, I beat my head against a wall - Don't get your hopes up, fool!

It's going to be a long afternoon.

Honey! Where are my Junior Frogman Swim Fins?

And, here's the thing we've all been waiting for, boys and girls! That's right, you guessed it! Water in the basement!

(stage whisper, pseudo-Australian accent)
Now, watch carefully, and you can see the male silverback creep down into the depths of his nest, to perform one of the yearly rituals of nest maintenance - he may be at it all night. It is arduous, but it is one of his prime chances to display his bullish strength, stamina, and occasional bits of cleverness. You can be sure his mate will appreciate the display...