
From the Pupik* of the world, the Oracle has emerged, in all her digital finery, ready to give the second annual audience. This is your chance to consult the controvertible wisdom of the DearDiary Oracle. Your questions could be inquiries into the meaning of Life, The Universe, and Everything. . . or not. The Oracle will entertain most questions. Even those concerning shopping lists, best planting and harvesting times, optimal dates for the start of wars, and other everyday concerns. However the Oracle will not answer questions about the Oracle. (Some semblance of mystery must be maintained after all.) The questions and answers will be posted together in the next entry which may or may not be delayed a day or so. All mortals may now draw near and feel free to make your petition. * Pupik: Yiddish for navel.

Comments (11)
how can we manipulate conditions such as to cause changes in the weather so to have a sunny Mothers Day rather than a rainy one?
Alli
where on earth are my reading glasses ? I lost them somewhere in this house of mine and am going crazy trying to find the darned things ? I look ridiculous holding my book at arms length in order to read the words .
Does this mean I am finally a wrinkly "OLD" person ?
How can this be .... when I feel a mere spring chicken still on the inside .... just wish my knee's did too . Where will it all end.....is it the beginning of the end oh wise one ?
Should I just give in and eat chocolate do you think ? Would it help ?
I await your pearls of assistance oh perfect one !
Where is my 63 Squares afghan book? I've looked everywhere for it and can't find it. I'll have to buy a new one if you can't help me.
--Cinderella
where oh where has my energy gone? and pleeeaase, when will it come back?
You honor us with your presence. Your answer to last year's question cleared a great mystery for me and saved me countless hours of searching for lost socks. I thank you.
I am concerned with an issue of a different type this year. I have found myself of late looking at life in a most peculiar way; everything stikes me funny in some way. As a result, I have been writing rather odd messages to my friends.
I do not understand this strange behavior and do not know if I should be concerned. Have you any thoughts on what I should do? I fear some type of breakdown and wonder if intervention is in order?
Whats this about the prince and Pragmatist? Does this mean he's not coming for me? Could there possible be more than one handsome weathy prince?
What does it mean to have reocurring dreams about volcanos? Am I going to die in a volcano erruption? Is there a deaper meaning? I'm questioning my mental health, as I've not experienced such a reoccurance before.
Whats this about the prince and Pragmatist? Does this mean he's not coming for me? Could there possible be more than one handsome weathy prince?
What does it mean to have reocurring dreams about volcanos? Am I going to die in a volcano erruption? Is there a deaper meaning? I'm questioning my mental health, as I've not experienced such a reoccurance before.
Okay, should I write another novel or just try and work on the ones I've already got here?
There you go. ;-)
Then I want the answer to it.