I think that everything that has a beginning has an end.

Cosmic shit will start hitting the fan between 2029 and 2044.

We will not recognize society as we know it by 2024.

Tell me I'm wrong.

This reality makes perfect sense to me. Your mileage may vary.

Here's a big clue: there no coincidences here. None at all.

My humblest apologies for causing such distress.

Here, let me fix things: hyphen++

It's a poor-man's excuse for a hyphen-- I use it a little too often when I write.

But I started writing code when I was 9 so maybe you're onto something. Maybe I just decremented the value of hyphen by one.

I'm expecting the 2020s to be the fall of governments and the rise of Corporationism.

Coming soon: cryptocurrency from the big names in tech.

Does the laws of causality defend itself in all realities like it does in this one?

What is the magnificence of 3s, 6s, and 9s?

And more importantly, 11s?

I've yet to find a car with the delicious taste of thin mints.

I know we've done this all before just not what's supposed to be changed this time around.

Do you know what year we're currently in? I suspect that it's not actually 2017.

Do what now? The big asteroid attack isn't scheduled until Oct. 25th, 2099.