Well it might be that O/U researchers occasionally occupy a parallel universe, but some might just have a very loose acquaintance with the concept of truth.
You guys have no idea how deep into the Twilight an individual can penetrate, even if he doesn't want to or has no idea what is causing it. I could be that, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Or it might just be a matter of probabilities. Random does not mean evenly distributed. This is a mistake often made when somebody comes up with the shocking statistic there is a cluster of nose cancer victims in B*tt***k, South Dakota. There must be a cause. Call in the (fill in name of government agency or ambulance chasing law firm). What I'm saying is that a lot of improbable things are bound to happen to a single place or person. The Vortex of Strangeness: . A number of highly improbable events have happened to me and some continue to do so. (Cue up the Twilight Zone theme.) I sporadically become invisible. This is no BS, I have witnesses. Perhaps they should be referred to as non-witnessses. The most obvious and outrageous example of this happened to me at Waterloo station, with half a dozen of my family looking on, slack-jawed. London must not be my town, even though I really like it. It makes a fun dinner conversation to relate the more humorous episodes of this, and occasionally it happens in a restaurant while I'm telling about it. I posted this particular experience on Vortex some time back for those willing to root through the archive. It continues to happen to me on a seemingly random basis. I know four people who jumped from the Golden Gate bridge. I swear I didn't drive them to it. The probability against this must be astronomical. I've had the personal acquaintance of four infamous murderers. Three were local to Salt Lake City, the other was Ted Bundy, but I knew him there. Such a nice fellow.(shudder) Fortunately, I no longer live there and have met no new murderers to my knowledge. Every house I've ever lived in has been torn down. Every school I've ever attended has been torn down, with the exception of the University of Utah. But all the buildings where my classes were, were either torn down or gutted for use as administration. Every place I've ever worked has gone out of business, even a government agency, the U.S. Bureau of Mines. This is not serious, just don't get a job working where I did. I suspect this particular eccentricity is inherited, because there is a book called "94 years in Jack County" (Texas) wherein my forebears the cattle ranchers are mentioned. I often wondered why 94 years, not 50 or 100, until I figured out that's how long the county existed. It simply ceased to exist, broken up and absorbed into surrounding counties. I cannot wear an expensive watch with screws in it. Within about two weeks all of the screws inside come loose and the whole interior of the watch becomes a disassembled jumble. I also must try to carry credit cards away from my person for as long as possible, i.e., in the glovebox of my car, or in a desk drawer. If I don't do this, the magnetic stripe becomes unreadable. I'm not sure if this is related, but I can't keep a POP3 email account for longer than two weeks. After that it just vanishes. Now considering that this happens on my own network and that I have a full-time geek maintaining said network, this is odd indeed. It's fairly embarrassing to tell business contacts that they have to send email to one of those free web based accounts, the only ones that continue to work for me. There's quite a bit more, but after a while it just gets boring to tell about it, and probably to read about. Virtually all of these things are somehow conventionably explainable. But still, it makes you sort of ponder. M. _______________________________________________ Join Excite! - http://www.excite.com The most personalized portal on the Web!
