It’s happening again. I am getting a terrifying premonition of an imminent, terrible earthquake. Like tonight.
Why am I writing this? To freak you out? Quite the opposite. I’m just a normal guy, with normal fears, but almost no one reports their misses, and even fewer people remember them. That’s why psychics seem to be so effective. People recall the successful predictions and discard the ones that didn’t come to pass. So here it is, the evening of the 11th of November 2007, in Southern California, and I’m predicting an earthquake.
I wouldn’t write this tomorrow, because I’d either be (1) embarrassed or (2) dead from an earthquake. So here it goes on the record. This website will be on Internet archives forever. The web server is safely in Illinois. Bookmark this page if you’d like. And the next time someone reports a successful prediction, point them here.
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I’m a much more successful prognosticator than you are. Last night, I predicted that I was going to get drunk, and it came to pass in exactly the fashion that I had predicted. It’s like I have a sixth sense about these things that has never yet been wrong.
I’m 39 for 40 on baby gender guessing. Does that qualify me in the “gypsy” category?
I can always tell when it’s raining, I haven’t been wrong a single time on that one… if that counts, then yeah, I guess I have ESPN too. hah
Happy Days. We are all here!