It’s Sunday, that means it’s time to lay a bit of prognostication out there in the ether again.
I’ll start by giving you last week’s prediction in plain English, in case you didn’t quite catch the meaning, though if you read the comments section you’ll know that Keli was the first to correctly decipher the meaning with the following:
You will discover upon pouring that expired milk onto your breakfast cereal that it has indeed gone sour.
Hey, I never said my predictions would be life altering, end of days kinds of things. They might be, they might not be. It’s hard to say where I’ll go from week to week.
Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s move on to this week’s highly anticipated prognostication. Well maybe not highly, or even anticipated, but definitely a prognostication.
Stupidity runs rampant.
Hostility boils over.
A bird takes flight.
There you have it. That took a lot of effort to bring such a hard hitting prediction out into the world. Can you decipher the cryptic code I’ve laid out before your greedy eyes? And, no, those are not hints.