So?

End of the World?

        While perusing Instagram...or X...or Threads...or Facebook...whatever (I can't remember), I came across the above.  It's a quick little blurb about how the world ended in 2012 and, even though there have been some hiccups (e.g., Mandela Effect), we haven't really noticed.

    Of course, that dreadful John Cusack documentary, 2012, showed a "traditional" End-of-the-World.  It came complete with explosions, disasters, fires, Door Dash effing up your order but still expecting a tip, pretty much what you'd expect.

We would also accept, "New York City after Mamdani."

    And...SPOILER!..the world really did end.  Shouldn't come as much of a surprise.  No coming back from that, I suppose.  Even if we had Batman on our side.  

Especially the sucky one

    Some humans did escape on some sort of rocket ship to another planet, though.  I think.  I really can't remember.  Like I wrote, dreadful. 

    I think John Cusack survived, though.

    Anyway, the video above (trust me, I get your reluctance to just click on something willy-nilly or namby-pamby) is legit.  The presenter describes a scenario where the world really did come to an end in 2012, as per the Mayan prediction.

"Okay, let's go back to work on our predictions."
"Where?"
"Up there."
"What the f...up all those frikkin' steps????"
"Well, yeah, we're not done yet."
"How far have we gotten?"
"Well, we're up to 2012."
"Seriously, isn't that good enough?"
"I suppppose...."
"I want to go rip some hearts out."
"I guess you're right."

"You know there's no proof that the Mayans ripped anyone's heart out."
"How 'bout I rip your heart out?  Would that make you feel better, Art?"

      Only we didn't notice (except for that Door Dash thing).  For all we know, life continued on as normal.

     Except for men in women's sports, that is.

And this.  Dear Lord.  This.

    This makes me think of a story (what doesn't).....

    Years ago in a galaxy far away, when I was a crewmember on the aircraft carrier USS America, we were returning from a relatively brief at-sea period off the East Coast.

For those who received a public-school education,
this is an aircraft carrier.

    A shipmate and I were watching our ship tie up to the pier in Norfolk, Virginia from the flight deck.

  The following is our word for word conversation (as "word for word" as I can remember-this was 47 years ago, after all.  Get off my ass).

And, it should go without saying, my lawn.

   
He: "See all those friends and family members on the pier?"

Me: "Yep, there's a bunch. Guess they missed us."

"You know where we've been the past couple of weeks?"

"At sea?"

"Yes, but where?"

"Off the coast?"

"Yes, but specifically the Bermuda Triangle."

"Ok. So?"

"So what if we went into another dimension?"

"Ok. So?"

"What if they aren't real but creatures from another dimension?"

"Would I know the difference?"

"No."

"Then, I don't care."

Anyway, my point is, if the world ended in 2012, but we didn't know...

    Why would I care?

    Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give Uber Eats a call.

"If I promise not to spit in your cheeseburger, would you reconsider?"