Fortunate Son

Got an interesting fortune from a cookie the other day. Ready?

An alien of some sort will be appearing to you shortly!

Have the fortune writers branched out from philosophical wisdom and obvious works of non-fiction (see fortune I received reading, "Everyone agrees. You are the best.")? Is science fiction the future of fortunes? Or will I come to wish that this fortune had been fiction? (Will we have to fight, once again, for our independence? Not from tyranny, oppression or persecution; from annihilation. We'll be fighting for our right to live. And should we win the day, the 14th of December will no longer be known as a ZiggyBackRide holiday, but as the day when the whole world declared in one voice, "We will not go quietly into the night! We're not going to vanish without a fight!" We're going to live on. We're going to survive. Today... we celebrate our independence day!*) Or maybe one wayward fortune writer just got hold of granny's cough syrup and wrote under the influence.

Just in case he was on to something and new friends from other planets are on the way, I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome them to the ZiggyBackRide, Earth's finest** blog! Enjoy your stay! Oh, and don't kill me.

More on aliens soon. Stay tuned.

*Adapted from President Whitmore's inspiring address to the ragtag group of fighter pilots preparing to take on alien invaders in the movie, Independence Day.

**According to a survey of the ZiggyBackRide staff.