Peter The Dinosaur

While browsing through some comics that Jay recommended recently I came across this one that seems quintessentially Peter.

TOOT TOOT!

I am a wrestling psychic!

I was just looking up some of my old RSPW posts on Google Groups, and found my predictions for the 1997 Survivor Series, made on July 7, of that year. I thought this section looked noteworthy:

WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

Shawn Michaels v. Bret Hart -- winner: Bret

If Bret isn't already champion at this point, then he'll have the

opportunity to take the belt on Canadian soil and force the WWF

President into letting him back into the USA to defend the belt. Bret'll

get the win, of course, since he's in "God's Country". Since Shawn won't

want to win clean, I foresee a screwjob. 

Well, I was wrong about a lot of things in that post, but right about the screwjob anyway.

Also, in another post, I was complaining about Triple H being mired in a mid-card feud over the worthless European title and arguing that he should be moved up to the world-title picture, despite the perception that he wasn't main-event caliber. Six and a half years later, he's won 10 world titles, married Vince's daughter, and won't get off my TV. I'm regretting what I said.

Also, some guy asked why the Canadian nickel has the queen on the back and a beaver on the front, and I said it was because the queen was a real cunt. I think that joke holds up nicely.

Today in time travel

For an instantaneous form of communication, e-mail is sometimes anything but. We've all suffered from problems with slow servers that delayed the delivery of your mail by, say, half an hour, or in more extreme cases, a day or two.

This morning, I arrived at the office to find one of the frequent "notes to self" that I often send from my home account to my work account over a weekend. Only, I didn't recall sending any such message. When had this happened? Unable to account for this, I opened it to realize that I had sent it after all -- on June 14. Seven months ago.

So why was it just arriving? The IT department at work wasn't at fault, as one might assume. Rather, I'd tried to send myself a relatively large file, Outlook had run into problems, and I assumed it had aborted. Then, when I finally left Outlook open overnight months later, it went through after all. no real mystery after all. Still, it was a little disorienting.

And yet, perhaps it better equipped me to immediately accept the contents of a website brought to my attention by a coworker, an archive of the compiled forum postings of one John Titor, purportedly a time-traveller from the year 2036. My immediate response was, Yeah, okay, he's a time traveller. He came here in his car, like Marty McFly. I can dig it.

I mean, when you start the day thinking that you've perhaps just gotten e-mail from a future self, it's not hard to accept that maybe other people are tooling about the timeline in their magic hot rods. Especially when you've only got three hours of sleep in your immediate past, and all your coffees are still in the future.

Insensitive headline! (Not this one)

I just wanted to nominate my blog post about the arrest of WWF jobber Johnny K-9 as having my favorite insensitive headline that I've written in a while.

Boring Things that Happened

1. I sat on a park bench
2. I had a dream about being stuck in an elevator
3. My work gloves got some holes in them
4. Zeek scratched the couch
5. A guy watching hockey on TV ate some chips
6. I wore an old pair of sneakers instead of my newer ones