Well, well, our friends the modern-day Millerites are here to tell us that the End of the World is upon us tomorrow, so I better get busy on that bucket list. May as well go out on a limb and check out the street fair on Morse Rd.! Go for a whirl on the “Ring of Fire.” Snarf down greasy sausage and funnel cakes and chili-cheese fries, cholesterol and trans fat be damned! Of course the odds of the date setters being right are pretty slim, so I think I will follow that self preservation instinct and stay away from the street fair. If the cholesterol and trans fats from the greasy fair food or the hazards of riding on or standing near shoddily assembled rides that date back to the 1960’s don’t kill you, the drive-by shooters likely will in that area.
I’ve never been terribly impressed by armchair eschatology. End of the world prognostications have been going on since the beginning of time. I’ve come to the conclusion that regardless of when the world ends nothing I’m going to do will change the timing. So if it’s The End across the board, or just my personal end, it really doesn’t matter. The number one rule of humanity is that death is inevitable. Physical death is part of the package. Whether I expire all by myself, or in a blaze of glory with the rest of the world, is immaterial at that point.
It smacks of hubris to claim you know the day and time the world’s going to end when Jesus Himself said He didn’t know.
(Jesus said:) “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.” Matthew 24:36 (NIV)
I really don’t think it’s a good idea to claim you know more than Jesus does. Just saying.
I asked Clara her opinion, and all I got from her was her WTF glare. Malinois are probably one of the most intelligent dog breeds, but she’s still a dog. She licks her own butt- and she’s not above crotch sniffing, but I will give her credit for knowing her limitations.
Movies with the apocalyptic theme are ever-popular, whether they be based on the 2012 Mayan calendar hoo-hah, deadly plagues, alien invasions, or asteroids. That genre is getting a bit tired, although I did enjoy the book version of The Stand. Personally, if I want to be scared by a movie, give me an old ’80’s slasher, or dig out the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Tomorrow I am not going to do anything differently. I need to take Sheena to the Vet (not looking forward to that) and get Steve-o’s tags for his dune buggy (the BMV on a Saturday- joy!) Then my plan is to come back home, do more laundry, and possibly watch the Journey Live in Houston 1981 DVD and crank it up really loud because Jerry won’t be home.
If the world would happen to end and the last thing I see is Steve Perry in 1981, at least it would end on a pleasant visual for me.
Just watching the wheels go ’round. I wish I could. At least if the merry-go-round collapses nobody should go airborne.
Here lately I have been busier than I care to be at work. I like being busy and I like the overtime, but I really don’t like coming in on Sundays. Thing is, if I don’t get something accomplished over the weekend I will be so buried by Monday that I will never catch up.
If there is a Monday (he-he.)
Murphy’s Law will almost guarantee it. The world won’t end at a convenient time, and the apocalypse won’t be some sort of deus ex machina that will magically aspirate my carcass out of the latest shit pit. If the End comes during my lifetime, Murphy’s Law would dictate that I would be in the middle of something either pleasurable or interesting.
Coming and going at the same time (as if I would be lucky enough to get lucky…)
The world ends suddenly upon receipt of the winning $5,000 Target gift card up for grabs in the sweepstakes I enter probably three times a week.
The world ends suddenly upon the discovery of an affordable and effective method to permanently remove superfluous body hair.
The Apocalypse will likely not occur when I’m already being tortured and sudden death would be a preferable option.
I can assume the End will not commence whilst I am:
At the BMV
At the Dr.’s office
Enduring one of Jerry’s drunk and stupid late night rampages
When I’m getting chewed out (deserved or undeserved)
No deus ex machina for me.
BTW- don’t cancel your plans for Memorial Day Weekend just yet.