I read my posts. After working in the yard for a while, I just came in to make lunch for Mr. Kyle Daley. After negotiating pizza with the lad, I turned on the oven to pre-heat 450, then I sat to read some stuff on bloglines. While reading my post of this morning, I thought about that dude in Glendale. Besides the karma thing, we also had some deep discussions on metaphysics and the power of the mind. Now I haven’t yet moved an object with my mind, but sometimes it does scare me alive. After a few minutes, the boy asked if the pizza was cooking. “I’m waiting for the oven to heat up, my boy.” A few more minutes passed and I looked up at Kyle. It was no problem reading his mind at that moment, then I said, with deliberate pacing, “I… think… it’s… going… to… be… ready… right… now!” At that very moment between the “now” and the silence, the oven beeper went off telling us that 450 had arrived.
Coincidence or Serling-worthy?