And then again
In which there are updates on a couple of items
Well, hello there. Happy new year and all that.
A homage to loading screens.
In which there are updates on a couple of items
Well, hello there. Happy new year and all that.
In which I am right, but not in a helpful way
Well, part of last Wednesday’s post quickly came true: my “almost certainly wrong” prediction of the future did, indeed, turn out to be wrong. I was sorely tempted to claim I’d been right all along, or that I’ve got enough right that I can be considered reasonably infallible; but, nah, I got it wrong. As I did say I would. Hence, I was right. Hurrah! I should go into business as a futurologist; I’m good at it. And I’ve known people make bigger futurology U-turns.
In which research fails
Sometimes, there are little things that bug me. Like: remembering the vague outline of the plot of a book I read 20 years ago, but not being able to remember enough to track it down. Or remembering something I saw on TV,* or read in a library book at some point in the distant past.
In which we return to Mario Reading and his inability to admit to his mistakes
Flicking through my viewing figures and my search keywords, I spotted one that caught my eye:
In which we ask Mario Reading why he refuses to admit he was wrong
If you’ve been reading regularly, you might remember my post from last week about noted Nostradamus-interpreter Mario Reading, in which I idly wondered aloud if he plans to correct some of the predictions he published a few years ago which have, amazingly, failed to come true. I wrote him an open letter, asking if he’ll be issuing errata for his book Nostradamus: The Complete Prophecies For The Future, in which Mr Reading – sorry, Nostradamus’s – predictions have turned out to be rather wrong.
In which we confront Mario Reading, an author who got things wrong
No news on the Bristol guided busway (“Bus Rapid Transit”) scheme today, you’ll be relieved to hear.
In which we worry about the weather
It’s a hard thing to do.
In which we note Mario Reading’s prediction has still not come true
Author Mario Reading has been in my mind recently, because people have been searching for information about him. In case you’ve forgotten – it is, after all, exactly a year since I first wrote about him – he’s the chap who predicted that some time this year or the next, someone will try to assassinate George W Bush.
In which, unlike Mario Reading, we own up to a wrong prediction
Owning up to your mistakes is almost always the best thing to do. In an hour or so, it looks like I’m going to be proved wrong about something.
In which there has not been a nuclear war
Well, the world hasn’t ended yet, then.
On being unmotivated
Work is wearing me down again. We have several projects on our menu, for different divisions of the company, and of course everybody thinks their own project is urgent. Our manager’s opinion of the most urgent depends on who he had last talked to.
In which we check the junk mail folder
Bill Gates clearly knows what he’s talking about. Two years and one day ago, he said that by now, email spam would no longer be a problem.
In which things are clarified
Incidentally, those of you who read Friday’s post about Nostradamus interpreter Mario Reading will likely assume that I am a complete non-believer when it comes to prediction, clairvoyance and seeing the future. Well, that isn’t quite true.
In which Mario Reading tries to predict the future, and fails
Today, author Mario Reading is in the news. Lucky for Mario Reading, because it gives him a chance to plug advertise his new book, a new translation and interpretation of Nostradamus. It’s the book, in fact, that’s newsworthy. It claims that in a couple of years’ time, someone will try to assassinate George Bush, and if they are successful he will be succeeded by his brother, who will take revenge with terrible results. Reading’s American distributors are rather upset about the prophecy – you’d think he would have seen the fuss coming.*
In which I make a (wrong) prediction about Tony Blair
I’ve been getting behind on reading the papers. I’m still reading Sunday’s at the moment.