Cosmic Bullshit

A cosmic excuse for whatever went wrong.

About

What cosmic bullshit can I blame my problems on?

A tired cosmic clerk in a rumpled paisley suit, seated behind the glass of a brass-trimmed fortune machine.

Invented nonsense

The Moon has put your motivation on airplane mode.

The universe has a lot to answer for.

Bad day? Our overworked cosmic clerk will find you something in the sky to blame. Some excuses start with calculated celestial events. Others come straight from the Department of Complete Bullshit.

Real sky means the stated event is happening within its calculated time window. The interpretation is still a joke. Invented nonsense means we made the whole thing up. Neither is advice, a prediction, or a diagnosis.

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