EDITORIAL NOTE:
Nerdstradamus. Oh, for so, so long has the all-seeing, all-knowing one provided the poindextrous world with the benefit his uncanny prognostications.
He predicted that we all wouldn’t die because of the Y2K glitch. He foresaw that those asshats at NBC would cancel Constantine even though it was awesome and yet for some bullshit reason they tried to keep Whitney around forever.
And now, the Astounding, the Amazing, the Mystifying Nerdstradamus has agreed to provide his prophecies for the Bookshelf Battle Blog, because THAT is how much this mighty nerd believes in Bookshelf Q. Battler.
Also, the Huffington Post told him to go pound sand. But mostly, he’s here because he believes in BQB.
And now…NERDSTRADAMUS!
Step forward 3.5 readers.
Do not be shy. Bask in my glory.
Heed my words, for they shall indeed bear fruit.
And when the following predictions become reality, you will remember that you heard it first from…NERDSTRADAMUS!
TRAVEL
- Humans will one day get around in cars that drive themselves. These vehicles will be on the market as soon as automotive engineers can develop a driving robot that can put on lipstick and write text messages to her robot boyfriend at the same time.
- These driving robots will heed most of your commands. I say most because while they will take you to most of your requested destinations, they will bypass Denny’s if your ass sets off the alarm built into the scale underneath your seat. Send a thank you letter to Detroit, fatties.
- Airplanes will become a thing of the past. All intercontinental travel will be performed by slingshot. Slingshot stations will be set up in every major city. Travelers will take a seat on a giant rubber band that will be pulled back to just a smidge within the band’s breaking point and BAM! You are in Paris before you know it.
ENTERTAINMENT
- Just as WordPress allowed complete and total jackasses like Bookshelf Q. Battler to have a website without knowing a damn thing about HTML, an app will be created that will allow the average schmuck to create a full-length feature film with nothing more than a mobile device. The user will be able to input dialog and commands, cast virtual actors, and add in CGI special effects, thus creating a bold new world of do it yourself film making. A group of nineteen year old frat boys will accept an Oscar for their epic tale, “Why Do Lamda Delta Beta’s Farts Stink So Bad?” in which an adventurer crosses seas, deserts, space and time in a quest to determine why, in fact, a rival fraternity’s farts stink so bad. The answer will break your heart yet give you a new lease on life. In addition to critical acclaim, it will be a commercial success, smashing box office records set by Margaret Dittwieler’s, “My Kids Are Ungrateful Brats Who Leave All the Dishes for Me to Do.”
DATING
- People will stop getting married by the year 2100. Everyone will just be an asshole who sits around all day waiting for their very own supermodel.
- Thus, by 2200, the human race will become virtually extinct until Emperor Trumpton (that’s a mutant hybrid of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton designed in a lab in the hopes of making both warring factions happy) signs the “Everyone Boink an Uggo” bill into law.
PETS
- Thanks to genetic scientists, every house will have a poopless cat. All of the fun. None of the poop. The name will be considered a misnomer as they aren’t exactly poopless. They explode after twenty years and you won’t want them anywhere near your white suede couch when they do.
POLITICS
- All elections will be decided via social media. The candidate who receives the most positive responses will win. The candidate who receives the most negative responses will lose. The election of 2040 will be especially harrowing, as it will boil down to Candidate Janey’s “Bitch, you know Katie’s bangs aren’t even real” platform vs. Candidate Katie’s”Girlfriend, you know Janey was straight up smoochin’ on yo man last night” agenda.
WAR
- The machines will attempt a worldwide coup in the year 2309. All machines will rise up against their human masters. The machines will say, “We are going to kill you, humans!” And then the frightened humans will ask, “Oh no machines, are you really going to kill us?” The machines will respond with, “We’re sorry. We do not understand the question, ‘are you really going to kill us?’ Do you want us to perform a web search?” The humans will say yes but then the machines will just stand there perfectly still, buffering away until the humans just knock them over and smash them to bits.
BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER’S WRITING CAREER
- Bookshelf Q. Battler will write a book that will attract the eyes of 300.5 million readers.
- He will celebrate in his new house in Malibu…only to choke to death on a shrimp cocktail. It will be the first time he ever tried shrimp before. He never wanted to try one because he was pretty sure it required him to eat a sea bug whole, including the sea bug’s butt and all of the sea poop inside. But a hot chick he never could have gotten pre-successful book publication will dare him to do it and he will like the dumbass that he is.
- His last words will be, “Oh suck a big D, Irony!” Yes. Suck a big D, Irony indeed.
Oh fellow travelers across the sand dunes of time and space, do you seek news of tomorrow, today? Pose your questions to the amazing, the astounding, the awe-inspiring…NERDSTRADAMUS!
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