The Doomsday Squib

It is a truth universally acknowledged by non-whackjobs everywhere that prophecies of doomsday will undoubtedly - and presumably in every case but one (date to be confirmed) - be proved to be wrong-headed, asinine and fundamentally not, in the final analysis, accurate.

I'm now getting to the age where the inevitability of this fact has been proved on a number of occasions. Y2K - remember that? We were all going to have to go and live in caves in Wales and forage for berries because our computers were gonna go all War Games crazy on us and freeze all our money and make civil disturbance robots to come and stun us every time we disobeyed them...

Which didn't happen.

The maddest one to date was the 6th of June, 2006. Remember what was due to happen that day?
That's right - the AntiChrist was supposed to be born.
Wooooooooooh - scarrrrrrrry...
Of course, Hollywood took full advantage of this bullshit paranoia to release it's entirely lame-ass, shot-for-shot (bar one) remake of the original Omen movie (now with much less creepy kid - actually, if you look at him, he looks like a young Sheldon Cooper...just sayin'...), but in the event...that was pretty much all that actually happened that day.

The Heaven's Gate mob had a very personal approach to the end of the world - they were convinced they needed to shed their earthly forms and fuck off to a passing asteroid. And at least part one of their plan went swimmingly - they all died.

And then of course last year we had the happy clappy we're all gonna dieness of Harold Camping's funsters. There's actually an entry in this blog where we were in an airplane, above the US, at the point where the world was supposed to end and Jesus was supposed to appear in the clouds to judge us all.

He didn't show. The thing I loved about the Camping lot was the immediate back-pedalling they did, setting another deadline for Judgment Day.

Didn't happen then, either.

Annnnnnd as far as can be told at this point, it's not happening today either. The Mayan "Apocalypse" - which of course real Mayan scholars will tell you was never going to happen today anyway - hasn't happened so far. I still think the end of the calendar simply marks the point at which the calendar maker discovered girl. Or boys. Or him or herself. Or a very friendly Alpaca for all we know.

There's a T-shirt firm I like called EpicEmbrace.com, and they've just released their T-shirt of the day - "I survived December 21st, 2012". Gotta love that sort of spontaneity.

In my world, a strange day. It was my folks' wedding anniversary today, and obviously, the first one where Dad wasn't there. So that was weird.

Also, didn't bike this morning - had to finish a piece of work before going to sing with the choir at our corporate sponsors' factory. Since then, I've been pretty much beggaring about hither and yon all day. And now I'm about to start another edit - deadline January 2nd, so...erm...zoiks! Back on the bike tomorrow. Truly.