Well, the Mayans were wrong again. December 21st came and went, and the world is still intact. It gets hard to follow all of these end-of-the-world predictions from ancient civilizations. It seems like every few months I hear that the Mayans, the Aztecs, the Incans, or whoever has predicted that the end is upon us. I didn't read the details, but I do wonder if the Mayans specified what time (and time zone) the apocalypse would strike. Chances are, it would be December 20th or 22nd somewhere in the world when things started to go south, right?
From what little I did hear about the doomsday predictions over the past few weeks, they made little sense. Apparently the Mayans didn't specifically predict that the world would come to an end on December 21st. It turns out that their calendar just didn't extend beyond 12/21/2012. By that logic, my VCR is predicting that the world will end next week, on 12/31/2012, when the timer defaults back to 1996. (Apparently Sony didn't anticipate that anyone would still be using VCRs in 2013. I showed them!!). To make matters worse, I also heard that the Mayan calendar didn't take leap years into account, so it was actually off by a good six months anyway.
Regardless, the fortunate news for all of us is that these predictions are always wrong. That news is a little less fortunate, I suppose, if you're one of the paranoid fools who's now sitting on a 20-year supply of Spam and Tang. Even if a few crazy people thought they could escape the end of the world, I don't know why they'd want to go on living in a world where those are the only viable food options...that certainly can't do wonders for the life expectancy.
Leave it to America to turn the world not ending into another excuse to eat--I received this email offer from Red Robin when I woke up on December 22nd:
So the world goes on. But interestingly enough, my days of life as I know it in Minneapolis are numbered, as I found out earlier this month that not one, but two MBA programs suffered serious computer errors and/or major lapses in judgment and issued me acceptances. That's why I'm back to blogging again--that nightmare known as the application process, which ended my blogging streak back in July, is behind me forever. I'm waiting to hear back from two more schools in January, but no matter where I end up, the one thing I know for sure is that I'll be leaving Minneapolis this summer.
More on that later...moving away and starting school will surely provide years worth of blog-worthy content. But then again, not having anything interesting to blog about never stopped me in the past anyway. The end is also near for Away from the Cubicle. With this Ad Sense nonsense, I'll have to retire this blog and start again from scratch. But more on that later, too; I'll explain the details when I officially write this blog's final post and make the switch to the new one (suggestions for new names are welcome).
Before closing, I should point out one thing did come to and end recently: James's streak of exercising in public with his dignity intact. Since returning from Africa, it's becoming harder and harder to admit that I know him when we're around heavy objects...or, for that matter, light objects. Here's a shot of him from earlier today as he prepares to struggle with 65 pounds on the decline bench press.
It was embarrassing for both of us, but at least he made that squad of middle school cheerleaders that was working out on the next bench over feel good about themselves. They seemed really proud of themselves and offered James lots of encouraging words during his workout. Happy Festivus everyone!