George of the Jungle was actually the Best Thing Ever to me in 1997. Mind you, I was 8 years old.
I only remember Diana’s death because my mother had done a scrapbook project on her in high school, and she hauled the book out (why she still had it when she was 30, I’ll never know) and sobbed over it for a few hours. We’re not English (Canadian though, so still in the Queen’s dominion, maybe that’s why she was so distraught?), so it was very baffling to me at the time.
Of course, the most fascinating part of this story is that Princess Diana actually died on August 31, 1997; so either this kid was psychic, or this is just fakety-fake-fake.
So Diana was…a time traveler. That’s so ironic. And I mean that in the Morissettean sense.
Apropos of nothing – I’ve stumbled across a means to travel back in time simply by carefully watching the obscure movie “Primer” whilst stoned and taking careful notes.
However I’m currently debating on whether or not to actually go back in time because I’m afraid I may trigger some sorth of destructive paradoxical causality loop and then I would cease to
Avoiding the agony of watching George of the Jungle is one thing Diana could have passed on as a role model.
George of the Jungle was actually the Best Thing Ever to me in 1997. Mind you, I was 8 years old.
I only remember Diana’s death because my mother had done a scrapbook project on her in high school, and she hauled the book out (why she still had it when she was 30, I’ll never know) and sobbed over it for a few hours. We’re not English (Canadian though, so still in the Queen’s dominion, maybe that’s why she was so distraught?), so it was very baffling to me at the time.
Why did it have to be Diana and not Brendan Fraser? WHY?

Or at least Ringo.
Or Yoko.
Beiber?
Watch out for that pillar!
The cartoon or the president?
Of course, the most fascinating part of this story is that Princess Diana actually died on August 31, 1997; so either this kid was psychic, or this is just fakety-fake-fake.
It happened shortly after midnight on the 31st in France, which was still the 30th here.
So Diana was…a time traveler. That’s so ironic. And I mean that in the Morissettean sense.
Apropos of nothing – I’ve stumbled across a means to travel back in time simply by carefully watching the obscure movie “Primer” whilst stoned and taking careful notes.
However I’m currently debating on whether or not to actually go back in time because I’m afraid I may trigger some sorth of destructive paradoxical causality loop and then I would cease to