Recall me saying a few weeks ago, "at least I'm happy I've never read a book with advertising in the manuscript itself"? Well, that's not true anymore.
About a week after I wrote that line, I came across a book that had a couple of advertisements between the pages. And that book was none other than L. Ron Hubbard's Dianetics. Featuring removable cards for Scientology-related matters, they were placed in various spots in the book. Seeing all this reminds me of a superstition I have: don't announce certain things because they may come true.
Seems like whenever I think (and say aloud), "Man, I haven't caught a cold in a long time," I come down with a cold. Sometimes when I think about somebody I haven't heard from in a while, I hear from that person or hear something about him or her. This doesn't happen very often, but when it does, I wonder.
I wouldn't say this is like in cheesy horror movies when a character says, "Hey, the killer's not here" and the killer immediately appears. No, it's just a weird form of unexplainable serendipity.
About a week after I wrote that line, I came across a book that had a couple of advertisements between the pages. And that book was none other than L. Ron Hubbard's Dianetics. Featuring removable cards for Scientology-related matters, they were placed in various spots in the book. Seeing all this reminds me of a superstition I have: don't announce certain things because they may come true.
Seems like whenever I think (and say aloud), "Man, I haven't caught a cold in a long time," I come down with a cold. Sometimes when I think about somebody I haven't heard from in a while, I hear from that person or hear something about him or her. This doesn't happen very often, but when it does, I wonder.
I wouldn't say this is like in cheesy horror movies when a character says, "Hey, the killer's not here" and the killer immediately appears. No, it's just a weird form of unexplainable serendipity.
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