So, Y2K happened. And I thought, "Crap, that was a close one. We could have all died there." And then 9/11 happened. And I thought, "Oh, that was another close one." And then H1N1 happened, and hey, I was allergic to the vaccine. And I caught swine flu. And it was miserable. Did I feel as awful as the living dead? Yes. Did all of humanity morph into the living dead as the world spiraled into chaos? No!

The worst casualty that Y2K brought was my Tamagotchi. But here's the deal. If all of these predicted apocalypses and catastrophes actually happened, we'd be burnt to a crisp. It'd be even worse than when I try to bake anything. And let me tell you, that never ends well. So, in a sense, all the hype over the years has totally ruined the excitement of 2012. No matter how gullible people are, they'll eventually get bored of running around in circles and screaming about how we're all gonna die. Because, the truth is, we are all gonna die eventually. No human is immortal, so can we just live our lives (in whatever amount of time we have) please?

Anyway, did anyone ever consider the fact that the dude that had to carve the entire Mayan calendar out of a slab of rock just got tired eventually? Why should he have to continue if he and his sons and grandsons and their sons would all be dead then anyway? Maybe he figured, heck, if the world is even around for that long somebody else wouldn't mind finishing carving the calendar, and by then they'll probably have an easier method of counting time anyway. Even if the Mayans predicted the end of the world, why would you listen to them? Their central god was the god of maize. They worshiped corn! Tortilla chips are yummy, but is it really the end of the world because the corn people said so?

In conclusion, blah de blah, we're all gonna die, it's Saturday, I found my journal, and have some julimagination. More posts soon.