This is enough to make me stop believing that they can really tell your fortune, man!
I mean... woman!
Posted by Curmudgeon | Wednesday 09 November 2005 9:28AM
Think of what the alternative might mean: data mining at its most intrusive!
Posted by Linkmeister | Friday 11 November 2005 2:36AM
haha!! I can just imagine hand-picked, personalized, fortune cookie fortunes, modeled & constructed from a profile database kept at the local Chinese restaurant... Yikes. haha.
That reminds me of the Douglas Adams novel, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, where Dirk Gently's old friend writes the daily horoscopes for the newspaper, and knows when Dirk's birthday is, and writes Dirk's zodiac sign deliberately to wind him up. haha.
But what I'm wondering is... why on earth should a fortune cookie fortune be specific at all??
Heavens to betsy, there's enough chance of the vague fortunes being wrong, why risk it? heh.
I mean, I was pleased with their effort to go for more "words of wisdom" from Confucius or whoever, than the "this will happen..." or "you are this..." type of fortunes.
But for pete's sake, they should stay away from the gender specific variety, since women eat Chinese too! haha.
That's what we need...pink and blue color-coded fortune cookies. Maybe purple and white ones for the gender confused (dysgenderated?) or ones that change color in your hand for the transgendered. Now, where's that URL for the patent office?
Posted by Old Comedywriter | Friday 11 November 2005 3:20PM
I save all of my fortune cookies and I don't think in all these years I've ever come across a gender specific fortune cookie....I wonder what the actual odds of that are. LOL
Posted by Lee Ann | Sunday 13 November 2005 8:41AM
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