I mean, I've got under two hours until the end of the world, so a lot of people are saying.
Not that anybody's quite sure as to the exact time. It might be the start of friday here... Or where the Mayans once carved a calendar.
Wait....................................................
But I have a calendar at work. And it goes as far as the 31st of january, next year. And it's from an insurance company. Those guys are number crunchers, surely they'd know at least as much as an ancient Mayan?
Let's go see if that REALLY was the LAST post...
Lotsa posts!
Boobies Ahead!
Post with feet.
Post-Hole Diggaz.
Oh. Sorry.
Pot-Hole Fillaz.
Milepost?
See.
There are plenty more posts to be found.
And if the Mayan apocalypse theorists should turn out to be right.... Well, it's unlikely you'll be criticising me afterwards.
Update: 07:00. Day the world ended.
Surrounded by broken pixels.
Outside looks strangely dark, but is slowly coalescing into something resembling the world.
My personal demons called in to say goodbye, just before the clock struck thirteen, they shook my hand and said it had been nice knowing me, during their deployment here, but they'd all had a sudden recall order. Hades, it appears, is moving to Mars.
My guardian angel?
No.
Well, I got a garbled phone call. I think the angels were in a pub. Very drunk.
Should be a bit more peaceful here without them all.
Though the demons warned me that angels with hangovers are nasty.
Update: 07:00. Day the world ended.
Surrounded by broken pixels.
Outside looks strangely dark, but is slowly coalescing into something resembling the world.
My personal demons called in to say goodbye, just before the clock struck thirteen, they shook my hand and said it had been nice knowing me, during their deployment here, but they'd all had a sudden recall order. Hades, it appears, is moving to Mars.
My guardian angel?
No.
Well, I got a garbled phone call. I think the angels were in a pub. Very drunk.
Should be a bit more peaceful here without them all.
Though the demons warned me that angels with hangovers are nasty.
Hey ......I think you stole some of my posts! As I am writing this it is now 1 minute into the end of the world as we know it - at least in my half of the world. You, sleeping dreamfully, are already on the dark side of reality. I just wanted to let you know as my world begins to crumble like pixels falling off a screen, my final thoughts are with you. And I will still love you, long after the end of the world.
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DeleteHmm people talking about apocalypse like there is no tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI went to the Acropolis, once, no horsemen there at all.
DeleteSigh. I'll never understand why just because you only project stuff out so far means that equates with the end of the world. You've got to stop somewhere.
ReplyDeleteHeck MS only projected out a couple of decades. Managed to make it through why Y2K, too.
Y2K was scary. Global meltdown, all our fridges, toasters, and sewing machines would self-immolate.
DeleteVast paranoia, vast expenditure, special task forces, and for what? My toaster sailed through it, undisturbed, and, at the end, I'm not sure if anything, anywhere, failed disastrously.
I've lived through too many predicted ends of the world to worry.
But something has changed. Everything seems just half a bubble off, shifted,doubled, out of focus.
ReplyDeleteWait now, I've go th wrong glasses on. Never mind!
Have a beer, it'll look better through one.
DeleteDon't keep me in suspense. Did your world end or not?
ReplyDeleteMy world intact. Yours too?
DeleteWhat does that boobies sign warn of? I haven't come across one like that before.
ReplyDeleteBoobies! You don't get advanced warning of boobies in New Mexico? Good heavens, how primitive!
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