I have decided I have a future goal in life.  To be famous.  I, however, do not want to be famous while I’m alive.  I don’t think I could deal with the paparazzi, heck, I can’t spell paparazzi (thank you spell check).  I do plan on becoming famous after I am dead, though.  Even if the paparazzi dig me up, I doubt they’ll bother me much if I’m dead.

My plan for fame:  Writing Prophecies.

Assuming we make it past December 21, 2012, I have the perfect plan.  I will write prophecies and then bury them in a time capsule so they’ll be found many, many years down the road.  Of course, they’ll be in the whole “Nostradamus” vein.  My hope is that there will be shows on the History Channel dedicated to my predictions, like there are for Nostradamus.  Perhaps they’ll have some really attractive actress all decked out in weird clothes acting like she’s writing prophecies to represent me.  That would be a certain level of awesome.  Not everyone has a show dedicated to them.  I’m not entirely sure why it’s worked out for Nostradamus, but I plan on following his format to fame.

My first prophecy is even written:
“In the year of the flaming dragon,
dark clouds will descend.
Haikus will be written,
and trees will fall to the ground.”

I think it’s got promise.