Nostradamus Guest Blogs Yet Again!
Hi there, kids! Nostradamus, the Man Who Saw Tomorrow here. Y'know, I get a flak from of a lot of my detractors, but there are days when sometimes, Mortals tend to drive me bonkers!
Take the case of Will Johnson from Neptune, New Jersey. The other day, I found the letter he wrote to the folks at Metro New York, that free newspaper everybody's been talking about. He says:
"I never expected to live past the age of 20. Seriously. But when I was growing up, I'd watch all these TV specials about Nostradamus where, according to Nostradamus, the world would surely come to an end in the year 2000! How terrible! Well, I'm still here, at the rather advanced age of 27 --- and now, these Nostradamus scholars and others are saying that the world will end in the year 2012. Of all people, I am one of the most inclined to believe in anything that smacks of the occult. But lately these Nostradamus TV specials are rapidly becoming incoherent. It's always the same old scene: a bearded man in Middle Ages garb, sitting at this crude table in a dim, gloomy, attic-esque kind of cell, a skull and a candle on his table. A rat crawls around the alchemist's paraphernalia. His scrying bowl sits to his upper left. Looking into it, he sees a newsreel clip of the second plane crashing into the World Trade Center. He then records this vision in his little book. These Nostradamus TV specials discredit both science and the occult --- two subjects which I take very seriously. And is 9/11 such a joke now that they'd show an image of it in Nostradamus' bowl?"
Will, bubelah, you're a wonderful kid at age 27, and I'm certainly happy that you take pride in the fact that you're still alive at age 27. I'm quite fine with that. Here, however, is what I am not fine with: You have obviously not watched the recent History Channel special they did about me. Clearly, there are a lot of folks out there who don't remember that everything I wrote --- especially the Quattrains --- I wrote because I needed my baby son, Cesar, to understand what kind of a world I'd be leaving him when I bit the big one back in 1566! Maybe you might think that my writings discredit science and the occult, but let's remember here that I used to be a doctor. A literal, honest-to-God physician, people! There's a reason I had to take the Hippocratic Oath like every other doctor in my neighborhood.
Believe me when I tell you that David L. Wolper spent really good Warner Bros. money making the attempt to get Orson Welles off his fat ol' ass just to host that 1981 documentary he and Robert Guennette made about me! OK, so since then, Wolp hasn't been around a while, and I was really happy for him when he wrote his recently published autobiography --- but the point I'm trying to make here is: The Future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. OK, so that's the wisdom from Terminator 2, but that film basically says the same thing.
Anyway, another of my fellow sages --- Albus Dumbledore, I think his name was --- he used to say that it's not our abilities that determine who and what we are, but, rather, it's what we choose. So Will, I want you to live your life, and make the right choices, and use that 27-year-old brain of yours wisely. Think you can do that for me, honey? Thanks!
Mazeltov!
Yours etc.,
Nostradamus
Take the case of Will Johnson from Neptune, New Jersey. The other day, I found the letter he wrote to the folks at Metro New York, that free newspaper everybody's been talking about. He says:
"I never expected to live past the age of 20. Seriously. But when I was growing up, I'd watch all these TV specials about Nostradamus where, according to Nostradamus, the world would surely come to an end in the year 2000! How terrible! Well, I'm still here, at the rather advanced age of 27 --- and now, these Nostradamus scholars and others are saying that the world will end in the year 2012. Of all people, I am one of the most inclined to believe in anything that smacks of the occult. But lately these Nostradamus TV specials are rapidly becoming incoherent. It's always the same old scene: a bearded man in Middle Ages garb, sitting at this crude table in a dim, gloomy, attic-esque kind of cell, a skull and a candle on his table. A rat crawls around the alchemist's paraphernalia. His scrying bowl sits to his upper left. Looking into it, he sees a newsreel clip of the second plane crashing into the World Trade Center. He then records this vision in his little book. These Nostradamus TV specials discredit both science and the occult --- two subjects which I take very seriously. And is 9/11 such a joke now that they'd show an image of it in Nostradamus' bowl?"
Will, bubelah, you're a wonderful kid at age 27, and I'm certainly happy that you take pride in the fact that you're still alive at age 27. I'm quite fine with that. Here, however, is what I am not fine with: You have obviously not watched the recent History Channel special they did about me. Clearly, there are a lot of folks out there who don't remember that everything I wrote --- especially the Quattrains --- I wrote because I needed my baby son, Cesar, to understand what kind of a world I'd be leaving him when I bit the big one back in 1566! Maybe you might think that my writings discredit science and the occult, but let's remember here that I used to be a doctor. A literal, honest-to-God physician, people! There's a reason I had to take the Hippocratic Oath like every other doctor in my neighborhood.
Believe me when I tell you that David L. Wolper spent really good Warner Bros. money making the attempt to get Orson Welles off his fat ol' ass just to host that 1981 documentary he and Robert Guennette made about me! OK, so since then, Wolp hasn't been around a while, and I was really happy for him when he wrote his recently published autobiography --- but the point I'm trying to make here is: The Future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. OK, so that's the wisdom from Terminator 2, but that film basically says the same thing.
Anyway, another of my fellow sages --- Albus Dumbledore, I think his name was --- he used to say that it's not our abilities that determine who and what we are, but, rather, it's what we choose. So Will, I want you to live your life, and make the right choices, and use that 27-year-old brain of yours wisely. Think you can do that for me, honey? Thanks!
Mazeltov!
Yours etc.,
Nostradamus
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