Well the world didn’t end today, so I guess we have to wait another six months until the next crazy cleric comes out screeching about the rapture and the apocalypse. Personally, if anything, I’m betting on 2012. The Mayans were always more accurate than the Christians weren’t they? (Plus, didn’t the Christians kill them off?) Although I think it’s more likely that they ended their calendar in 2012 because they knew they wouldn’t last that long, there’s always the chance that a bunch of South Americans who killed people who lost a basketball game could be right about the end of the world.
I realize I just sounded condescending toward the Mayans, but in truth I respect the hell out of that civilization. They did things in the early years of AD more acutely than we can now, for instance building those giant pyramids and temples without so much as a single gear. They were also great mathematicians, hence their amazing calendar. But still… it’s just a calendar. The fact that it lasts thousands of years doesn’t change that. Does the world end on December 31st every year? No, a ball drops in Times Square and people make promises to themselves that most are too weak to keep. The Mayans ended their calendar on December 21st, 2012. And I’ll see you all in 2013.
Now the Music Marathon was today, and even though I only stayed for a couple of hours I enjoyed every second of it. The elementary jazz bands were excellent and the soloists were terrific. The Sousa Band was hilariously fun, and there was even a guy who had hair like Albus Dumbledore. If I could grow my hair like that I would in an instant. And then there was Mel, and those two awesome solos. You’re an amazing singer Mel, even though I know you’ll probably never read this.
Then I came home and spent more time trying to print the psuedo-Shakespeare, actually Da Vinci project than actually complete it. And I’m telling you, Da Vinci is amazing. If I ever get a time machine and get to use it once… forget seeing Jesus. I can do that when I’m dead. I’m going to meet Da Vinci.
So now tomorrow I have to work for a little while and then go to something known as cow-pie (translation: cow shit) bingo to see another equally musically talented friend perform. This weekend just gets better and better.
Now I’m an avid reader of Time, both in print and on the Internet, and even though the world didn’t end and we all didn’t go away in shining carriages or whatever was supposed to happen, I still found this pretty interesting.
Enjoy hearing about the crazy man who said the world was ending in 1994, and then said it would end again today. Au revoir. Happy Nightmares!
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