Today I bought some new shoes. I paid ten dollars in overdue library fines. I re-mailed a few issues of Kaleidotrope that had come back because of wrong addresses. I went for a walk. I read a little. I listened to this Radiolab podcast. I watched the last episodes of the season of Supernatural and How I Met Your Mother. (The former making poor use of H.P. Lovecraft but generally turning around an uneven season; the latter…well, there’s a reason sitcoms generally don’t have CGI budgets, I guess.) And I had dinner with my parents and aunt, who’s in town for her daughter’s bridal shower. (The wedding’s in North Carolina, but they’re all from here originally.) We ate out at a local Chinese restaurant. So I guess tonight the fortune cookie is entirely justified.
Anyway, that’s the nutshell version of Saturday.
A self-conscious fortune cookie? Or the Skynet of fortune cookies?
That might explain why the lucky numbers on the back of the fortune were 4192011, and the Chinese phrase was “Report to the kitchen if you are John Connor.”