Well, Its 7 PM and We're Still Here

Or, at least, I am.

Now on to December 22, 2012. The day after the world is supposed to end according to some moron's someone's translation of the Mayan calender.

Anyone remember the early '70's when people were moving to Idaho because California was definitely going to fall into the Pacific? I had a really stupid reality challenged cousin-in-law who moved his family to southeastern Idaho. You know, right in the heart of the Yellowstone super-volcano caldera. A place where the Earth pukes it's guts out about every 600,000 years. It's last bender was around 600,000 years ago, so its probably getting itself all gussied up for another period of "painting the town 'red'" (or actually gray).

So, as May 22nd approaches, may I wish each of you a very happy first day of the rest of your life. For what its worth.

"Let's all be careful out there!"

What are your plans for 6pm?

Well, according to some obscure American religious cult, the World ends at 6pm today.
But 6pm where?
Well, they're a bit vague on that trivial fact.


Its already past 6pm in the Land of Oz and they're still here. Same goes for Japan, Korea and China.


Maybe it's supposed to be 6 pm in Jerusalem.

Or Rome.

Or Salt Lake City.

How can a guy make plans about when to pop the top on his final can of beer or stoke the fire on his favorite bong?

Maybe today would be better handled if everybody just stays wasted until May 21st finally dissipates at the IDL (International Date Line).

I'll drink to that!

"Let's all be careful out there!"