Overall it seemed like it was going to be a pretty dull week. Got the clothes unpacked and the mini-fridge set up, tossed some junk the closet, bought a few things. Effin' boring. But then I hear these folks in a bar talking about how the world is going to end in 2012. Now that's more like it!
Some kind of ancient Mayan prophecy about everything going kablooie on December 21, 2012. Right. Those old Mayans might know something about cooking, but when it comes to the prophecy gig, they are effin' amateurs. Giving a specific date? Very bush league. Should be something like "when the crow drinks blood at midnight". Something that can't be verified. But picking an exact date more than 5,000 years in the future? Neophytes. Dec. 21 in which time zone? And everyone knows worlds tend to end in July anyway. Sheesh.
But at least it is a place to start. But enough for today. Me? I'm off to view a movie.
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