21 December 2012
My kids, bless their little hearts, asked me if the world was really going to end today. I said, “No, honey. The Mayans just ran out of fingers and toes to count on.”
This is actually a pretty egregious disservice to the civilization that gave us 0, thereby screwing over millenia of math students, but making binary coders blissfully happy.
Still, predicting Armageddon is getting to be a little monotonous. I mean, as far back as I can remember, the end of the world has come and gone at least eight times. But I still keep getting up in the morning. No cars have mysteriously and suddenly lost their drivers in a cloud of glory. Asteroids keep missing us. The moon is still in orbit.
Yep. Life goes on.
Nuts. I guess that means I’d better figure out what’s for dinner tonight!