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Still Here. Dammit.

Posted 2013.01.11 12.18 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

So anyways, the world didn’t end on December 21st. Or on the 31st. Or even on the 25th.

The whole apocalypse thing was a complete bust.

Everything just kept on keeping on, same as always.

It’s the one scenario I was completely unprepared for, too.

Now to top it off, I’ve got some kind of coldvirusbugflu thing that’s kicking the crap out of me. I’m feeling dead sick, dead tired, and the world continues to exist with all its demands and responsibilities.

Being sick and still having to face all the pressures that didn’t go away when the world didn’t end, is starting to slide me back into that dark pit of depression again. Not sure I ever got fully out of it, but for a little while there I wasn’t feeling it so heavily.

Hence the lack of updates here. Not counting this one.

No End In Sight

Posted 2012.12.21 8.05 in Pointless Blather

So 06:12 came and went. The cats and I are still here. From what I can see out the windows, Brampton is still here. From what I can see on the internet, the rest of the world is still here.

Looks like we dodged a bullet there.

Admittedly there’s still some hope – maybe the end started at 06:12 but is on a slow burn. Maybe this is the little calm where we all breath a sigh of relief, right before POW!

Just in case, I’m staying on End-O-The-World-Watch for the rest of the day.

World End?

Six-Twelve

Posted 2012.12.19 8.37 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Just an update on the end-of-the-world stuff.

I’ve read that the exact moment of the Solstice is apparently 11:12 UTC, which would put it at 06:12 here in the eastern standard timezone (aka Toronto, New York, etc.)

Clearly that’s way too early for a normal person to be intentionally awake, so my only chance of seeing the world end depends on my insomnia and sleep apnea.

Or I guess if the whole ending process takes more than a few minutes, then I can wake up in time to catch the third period.

Additionally, if you’re planning a big End-O-The-World party for Friday night, you’re either going to be celebrating the world not-ending, or you’re going to miss the whole thing. Depending on how it pans out.

Personally, I think I’ll raise a glass on Thursday night, and hug my kitties extra close.

Still

Seven Days and Counting

Posted 2012.12.14 13.15 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Mayan CalendarSo maybe if you’re apocalypse-minded you’re thinking that next week the world is going to end? It’s just seven days till the winter solstice. December 21, 2012.

Offhand I can’t remember if the world was supposed to end at the sunrise, or the sunset. And then, was that for which timezone?

Of course, there’s a chance the world won’t end at all. Saturday December 22nd might just be another day like every other.

I assume there are lots of big partys planned for next Friday – though if the end comes at sunrise then maybe the parties should be Thursday night?

Actually to be safe, maybe we should plan to party from Thursday evening straight on through till Friday night? Or Saturday morning even.

If the world doesn’t end, I predict a lot of hangovers come Saturday morning, that’s for sure.

I wonder how many people are afraid, versus how many are secretly (or not-so-secretly) looking forward to it.

Personally, I’m in a dark place right now, and I just feel blah about the whole thing. Take it or leave it, you know?

  • If it ends, I’ll want to see it, I hope it won’t hurt, and I’ll miss my cats.
  • If it doesn’t end, it’ll just be back to the same-old same-old routine, I guess.

Or there’s the third option – that it won’t be the end of the world, just the end of the world as we know it.

That’s kind of the wild-card. Maybe it’ll be a huge social-political-spiritual-economical-geographical upheaval that means we all have to start over from scratch. Or maybe not all – maybe only some. For the others, it might still be the end of the world.

Either way, I predict next Friday will be an Interesting Day™.

Mayan Computer Repair

Do Not Fear the Robot Apocalypse

Posted 2012.08.08 13.03 in Computers/Internet/Technology

xkcd has a great new “what if” thing going on, and last week the topic covered the robot apocalypse.

Give it a read (and check out the other what-ifs too!). They certainly set my mind at ease.

I Knew It!

Posted 2011.03.09 9.06 in Pointless Blather

I knew it! I knew it all along!

Anti-social psyco-apathy

Posted 2011.03.04 9.57 in Pointless Blather

Ever have one of those days where people just really tick you off? Ever had a whole week full of those days? How about a month?

Like you pay your taxes, the gov’t cashes the cheque, then sends you a notice saying that they never got your payment so they’re charging you interest, and a fine, and you have 2 weeks to respond. So you call them up to try and sort it out, only to be told that your name isn’t on the ‘authorized contact list’ (it’s bizness taxes) and it’ll take a month to push the paperwork through before you’re allowed to talk to them. So you’re name & signature are good enough for sending them money, but when you need some help sorting out a problem, you’re SOL.

Then you have almost the same exact scenario with some company, only instead of not being allowed to talk to them, they have so many separate depts to handle each little thing and they don’t talk to each other. And their planet doesn’t have a concept for ‘we made a mistake’ so if anything did go wrong, it has to be your fault.

Or you order something on the internet and being impatient you select & pay for rush shipping. Only to find out after the fact that a) they didn’t price it right and rush would have cost them too much, so b) they shipped by pack-mule (ground), and c) they did it without telling you before-hand, and d) they didn’t tell you afterwards either, until you queried what was taking so long, and e) only after you called them out on this did they offer a refund for the express shipping, which f) they didn’t actually follow through on, and g) not only does the pack-mule take forever to cross 3000 miles but h) they put the wrong address on the waybill, so i) it takes even longer because after the pack-mule gets lost a few times they finally call and get the correct address, then j) they have to get the pack-mule from where the wrong address was to where the correct address is, which is a long way because k) their mistake on the address wasn’t a small one, it was entirely the wrong city, and l) there’s not a damn thing you can do but hope the thing shows up, eventually, someday.

Nameless faceless people you’ll never see or meet, who screw up on the job, but they never see any ramifications or punishment for their errors. You suffer for their errors, while they are oblivious.

I’m still depressed but I’m not feeling suicidal. I don’t know what the word is for how I’m feeling now. Best way to put it is, the end of the world can’t come soon enough for me. 2012, bring it on. I’ll have a drink in hand, put my feet up, and watch the show.

I dunno, maybe I just need a vacation from reality.