The world ends this week. This is the last Winter Solstice*. In a way. You know, maybe. Well ... no. But if you were wondering, you're not sure, you're thinking there might be something to it, nobody really knows and all that, then I have an offer for you.
If Doomsday, Armageddon, Global Explodey Plodey Day, whatever, does come on December 21st, I will post right here on December 22nd admitting you were right and I got it completely screwed up and don't I have egg on my face, or maybe those are pieces of the earth's core, but I was wrong. This assumes of course I'm still alive and the internet still works.
If the world doesn't end on the 21st however, then you have to come back here on the 22nd where I get to ask you to think about how you think. You agree to ask yourself how you could have taken the 2012 doomsday Bogus Stuff at all seriously. I'll do my best not to adopt a mocking tone but even if I fail utterly, you need to get past my tone and look at yourself, and how you gave credence to something so easily seen through.
Rules: By disaster, we do mean apocalypse level. No run of the mill disasters. Storms, earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, even the really big ones that kill thousands of people, don't count. Those absolutely could happen on the 21st ... or any other day. And some days, they do. So no reading about a tidal wave and thinking, "the Mayans were right!" unless it hits most of the planet and ends civilization, OK? And if the internet is down, and you can find me before we're both sucking our last gasps in Earth's vanishing atmosphere, you get to call me smarty pants in the most sarcastic tone you can adopt. I know "smarty pants" is lame under the circumstances, but I assume that while we're experiencing our last contact with matter in a gaseous form, creativity will be a low priority.
All right then, see you Saturday.
*Yes I know, it's the Summer Solstice South of the equator. Eye on the ball people.