…that my keyboard is my brain.
Someone I knew seventeen years ago called me because he was trying to determine the last name of someone else we knew–VERY BRIEFLY–also seventeen years ago. He wondered if the last name started with a “T.” I keep lots of records, but I had little hope that the full name was written anywhere. Still, I have a certain journal that I thought might help. Eventually I did find the initials of the person, but the last initial was “H.” I tried and tried to remember the last name, without success.
So I put my hands on my keyboard, closed my eyes, and said, “Just type it.” I came up with an “H” name that is completely uncommon and unfamiliar. I google-imaged the name, and–DAMN!–there he was!
I returned the call and provided the last name.
I find that completely bizarre, since I can’t remember what I ate yesterday.
The Internet rocks.
How cool is that!
If you think about it, you could work for one of those phone psychics. Just keep asking your keyboard the questions. Sorta like a ouiji board. (sp?) no matter how I spell that it doesn’t look right.
Great idea. So all y’all send me $$$, and I’ll ask my keyboard questions for you.*
No refunds if you’re not satisfied. Participants must be over 18 years of age and believe I’m 35. Keyboard will not be held liable for bankruptcies, divorces, Seattle-based Swiss banks, or illness resulting from psychic readings.
Sounds like you have everything covered.
Just don’t pretend to be from the Bahamas or wherever Miss Chloe was supposed to be from. Wasn’t she from Brooklyn? lol.
Wow — there’s someone from high school I’ve been trying to find — think you could work your magic again?? 🙂
Actually, my stalking skills might be more useful to you in that situation.