detour: The End of the World
Hello,
Seeing as the world is scheduled to end on September 23, I've been giving thought. To things.
Admittedly I first thought that the world-ending prophecy business might be true, as garbage service mysteriously missed our pick-up today. And I should probably mention a college student I know who on Monday cut her hair--for the first time in her life--for no particular reason. She whacked off ten inches and you can't even tell.
Things go downhill from there.
Coming home from the grocery this afternoon, I watched a guy trying to cross the street. He stood on the cusp of the crosswalk, patient-as-you-please, while about seventy cars ripped past him. Apparently those people had things to do and places to go before the world is destroyed by bull-dozing Vogons. So no one had time to let the poor guy cross over.
Lastly, let's not forget the woman in Utah County whose convenient end-of-the-world vision has upped food storage and emergency preparedness sales in the area by 500%. Ka-ching!
I almost forgot! I received a flyer in the mail today, advertising the Apocalypse Hope Seminar. [Um, to all the mass-mailers out there: I seriously draw the line at Apocalypse Hope Seminars.]
Here's the anti-climatic truth according to me: the world never ends. Neither do we. I mean, the universe wastes nothing, right? Everything just rearranges into new molecular compositions.....
So! If you are in to Armageddon stories (and who isn't?!?!) a more probable yet equally gripping version to peruse would be The Seeds Project Interviews. Got Kindle, will read.
Read on, Goodreaders!
M
Seeing as the world is scheduled to end on September 23, I've been giving thought. To things.
Admittedly I first thought that the world-ending prophecy business might be true, as garbage service mysteriously missed our pick-up today. And I should probably mention a college student I know who on Monday cut her hair--for the first time in her life--for no particular reason. She whacked off ten inches and you can't even tell.
Things go downhill from there.
Coming home from the grocery this afternoon, I watched a guy trying to cross the street. He stood on the cusp of the crosswalk, patient-as-you-please, while about seventy cars ripped past him. Apparently those people had things to do and places to go before the world is destroyed by bull-dozing Vogons. So no one had time to let the poor guy cross over.
Lastly, let's not forget the woman in Utah County whose convenient end-of-the-world vision has upped food storage and emergency preparedness sales in the area by 500%. Ka-ching!
I almost forgot! I received a flyer in the mail today, advertising the Apocalypse Hope Seminar. [Um, to all the mass-mailers out there: I seriously draw the line at Apocalypse Hope Seminars.]
Here's the anti-climatic truth according to me: the world never ends. Neither do we. I mean, the universe wastes nothing, right? Everything just rearranges into new molecular compositions.....
So! If you are in to Armageddon stories (and who isn't?!?!) a more probable yet equally gripping version to peruse would be The Seeds Project Interviews. Got Kindle, will read.
Read on, Goodreaders!
M
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