Let's go, Camping

H.G. Wells was an English science-fiction writer who wrote a book in 1923 called Men Like Gods that presaged an future in which people would mainly communicate through wireless telephones and voice messages.  Can you imagine such a crazy world of phones that you can just walk around talking on and leave messages for people who don't answer their walkaround phone?

Next, they'll be talking about people typing little messages and sending them out wirelessly, and taking pictures and making movies on your cell, and I don't know what-all else!

Wells also wrote the book The Invisible Man, but you might not have seen it.

Yes, I went there.

He also wrote War Of The Worlds, which became a radio program considered to be the scariest show on AM until Rush Limbaugh began bloviating.

And we never had any space creatures invade the swamps of New Jersey and need to be hauled away by law enforcement, so he wasn't right about everything.

So, Snooki, we wanted to talk about predictions that didn't quite work out.  I'm typing this on Thursday evening, and the weatherpeople are wearing their serious looks and talking about a possible B.A. snowstorm heading our way for tomorrow.   This is a tough job, weather forecasting, because the weather changes all the time and how is one person supposed to know when it's going to rain? God only knows, and He has the best sense of humor in the world, which is why you have itchy skin in places you just.can't.reach......

Preacher Harold Camping

Like that sinbuster who kept claiming the world was coming to an end in May of last year, and then when the world kept on turning, he said, "Oh, did I say May?  I meant October! Yeah, October!" and that didn't happen.  So, to my surprise, he shut the hell up.

When I was in high school, tech-type teachers were always saying that "In the future, computers will replace paper.  There won't be paper documents in a few decades."  Well, dude, we have the documents all printed out and we have them stored in cardboard boxes and we have boxes full of flash drives with teeny images of the originals, and of course we send emails and attachments back and forth all day with links to original PDFs that we then print out to show to the guy down the hall who could just as easily see it on his screen, but he didn't. 

And the teachers did not foresee a day in which someone would hit *print* three times in order to get three sheets of paper out of the printer to take to a meeting.  Predictable.