I worked this morning and as it does on most occasions, my mind wandered away from the monotonous task I was doing, to a subject a little more interesting.
Today is December 1st and if the Mayan calender is correct, we, as a collective, only have 21 days remaining in existence. Pretty shitty, considering I just celebrated my birthday and Christmas is just around the corner, but the premise got me to thinking. Not to mention, I have to work until the twenty-first of this month, before the seasonal shutdown at work. It would definitely blow, if I have to work every day then my first day off marks..., nothing. OBLIVION!!
IF the world actually does come to an end, how might one want to go out? When asked, a majority of the consensus tends to lean toward "going out with a bang", and I don't mean a "shoot 'em up" kind of scenario, but more of the intimate variety. A minority would opt for spending it with family. I don't really have much for family. My sister has her husband and kids and I believe that if the world were coming to a violent end, they'd rather spend it with themselves alone, and rightfully so.
IF the world actually does come to an end, how might one want to go out? When asked, a majority of the consensus tends to lean toward "going out with a bang", and I don't mean a "shoot 'em up" kind of scenario, but more of the intimate variety. A minority would opt for spending it with family. I don't really have much for family. My sister has her husband and kids and I believe that if the world were coming to a violent end, they'd rather spend it with themselves alone, and rightfully so.
That leaves only one option left for me, and sadly I am without a "beneficial friend". Although, with time quickly counting down, beggars may not be choosers and mutual copulation may be easier than initially thought...
It was at this point that I had the song "Sex & Candy" pop in my head, by the band Marcy's Playground. A stupid name for a band, but no worse, I suppose, than Meat Curtains. One of the lines of the song specifically states, "I smell sex and candy, here." Disgusting! Candy would be alright. Every time I walk into the Pine & Fancy Candy Store at the mall, I'm mentally teleported to a far away fantasy land where everyone is happy and sweet. As for sex though... Yech. Unless there's scented candles or lotions, the smell is anything but wonderful. Or at the very least, not nearly as enjoyable as the act itself. All musty and sweaty... I don't know if I'd want to spend all of eternity with that reminder on my mind. If the End of Days comes on December 21st of this month, and I do find a partner to spend my last fleeting moments with... I hope she's wearing a Vanilla-based perfume. Mmm. Vanilla.
Frankly, I think it's a load of malarky. Just like Y2K and those retards last year who thought a flying saucer was coming to pick up the human race. A bunch of bullshit. It is my belief, and I've been stating this for years and years, since first learning of the Mayan calendar and prediction of Armageddon. I think the Mayans simply got to the end of the page or the stone tablet. Whatever they were counting out the days on and never got a chance to carve out another tablet.
It's written that the Mayans existed between 250 and 900AD. Nearly two thousand years ago. Why the hell did they need to carve out a calendar so far into the future? If they knew the world was going to end on December 21st, 2012, wouldn't it have just been easier to simply carve out a statement? "Hey future people, as of December 21st of 2012, you guys are all f*cked!!"
It's just a scheme to get people into a panic. The survivalist stores are all raking in the bundles of cash as scared desperate people spend what little money they have remaining from the recession, on rice, canned beans, gas generators and handguns. Even I had hatched a scheme to make some cash from all the hype. I wanted to fashion a 2012 calendar that showcased a different natural disaster in every month, then in December, I was going to number it up until the 21st, then leave the remaining days blank. F*cking HILARIOUS!!!
It was at this point that I had the song "Sex & Candy" pop in my head, by the band Marcy's Playground. A stupid name for a band, but no worse, I suppose, than Meat Curtains. One of the lines of the song specifically states, "I smell sex and candy, here." Disgusting! Candy would be alright. Every time I walk into the Pine & Fancy Candy Store at the mall, I'm mentally teleported to a far away fantasy land where everyone is happy and sweet. As for sex though... Yech. Unless there's scented candles or lotions, the smell is anything but wonderful. Or at the very least, not nearly as enjoyable as the act itself. All musty and sweaty... I don't know if I'd want to spend all of eternity with that reminder on my mind. If the End of Days comes on December 21st of this month, and I do find a partner to spend my last fleeting moments with... I hope she's wearing a Vanilla-based perfume. Mmm. Vanilla.
Frankly, I think it's a load of malarky. Just like Y2K and those retards last year who thought a flying saucer was coming to pick up the human race. A bunch of bullshit. It is my belief, and I've been stating this for years and years, since first learning of the Mayan calendar and prediction of Armageddon. I think the Mayans simply got to the end of the page or the stone tablet. Whatever they were counting out the days on and never got a chance to carve out another tablet.
It's written that the Mayans existed between 250 and 900AD. Nearly two thousand years ago. Why the hell did they need to carve out a calendar so far into the future? If they knew the world was going to end on December 21st, 2012, wouldn't it have just been easier to simply carve out a statement? "Hey future people, as of December 21st of 2012, you guys are all f*cked!!"
It's just a scheme to get people into a panic. The survivalist stores are all raking in the bundles of cash as scared desperate people spend what little money they have remaining from the recession, on rice, canned beans, gas generators and handguns. Even I had hatched a scheme to make some cash from all the hype. I wanted to fashion a 2012 calendar that showcased a different natural disaster in every month, then in December, I was going to number it up until the 21st, then leave the remaining days blank. F*cking HILARIOUS!!!
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