posted by
owlfish at 11:23pm on 08/02/2009
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There was no fortune in my fortune cookie tonight. Other than careless production techniques, what might this mean?
Feasting in the Northern Oceans of Medieval Academia. Unfortunate.
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As Lawrence of Arabia put it (in the film): Nothing is Written.
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Or perhaps it was just a production error.
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(Perhaps they tied it to a tree already. Which you do to make good fortunes come true. And, to make bad fortunes not come true. Convenient, that way.)
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Coincidentally, his father was having Chinese food at home (in Sackville, N.B.) that same evening, and got a cookie with two fortunes. Later that night, the transplant unit (in Halifax) got a liver, and tried to page Angus (also in Halifax, but his pager only worked in N.B.) When they couldn't reach him, they tried calling his father, eventually woke him (he'd taken a sleeping pill), so he could call Angus and his mother at the hotel and tell them to get to the hospital; then he had to get a lift with a friend to get to Halifax, because Angus and his Mom had the family car.