Uncertain Futures

Well duh, right? If the future was certain, it'd be the past. Except that thanks to the vagaries of memory and the limits of historic record-keeping the past isn't all that certain, either. Guess what, though? If you pay enough attention to quantum physics theories, the present isn't terrible certain, either. Way to go on that one, Heisenberg.

What was my point, anyway? Well, at first it was that I'm not sure what's going to be happening the rest of this week. Then the point of the previous paragraph was that none of us are sure what's going to be happening for the rest of the week, ever. In the more practical realm of expression however, I'd been planning on giving you all a change of pace this week with some some angsty musings on doomed relationships, the trials and tribulations of modern life, expectations, depressions, and maybe just a touch of enlightenment.

How is that a change of pace? You see, for once it wasn't going to be my angst and moodiness on display! Huzzah! I've invited several friends to write things for this site, in hopes of doing a Guest Week this week. Nifty-keen, I know. The problem is, two people have sent updates right away and they're the only two.

Am I going to start all these paragraphs with questions? The pattern seems to have formed itself without conscious decision on my part, so it seems like a good idea. I'm torn between posting the two submissions I've been giving and waiting to get a full complement of articles. I'd rather not trim this Guest Week concept to Guest Couple of Days, but then the longer I sit on these two the less relevant they become. Well, to their authors, anyway. Not having been particularly relevant to you, the average reader strayed in here from Bowie-knows-where, they can't really lose anything in the timeliness factor.

Who knows? Who knows? We'll see. So it goes.