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The End Isn't Near

  Not to sound too optimistic or anythig, but the end isn't near. By no means am I suggesting that several millenia of human accomplishment will soon be brought to a devestating and total end. No no. I most certainly don't mean to imply that, within scant months, survival of the fittest will have no meaning after the product of millions of years of human evolution are brought to an end in one fiery blaze of anarchy. Surely, no apocalyptic event is going to occur in exactly 62 days which will surpass the mass extinction of dinosaurs in the cretacian period in terms of pain and suffering inflicted on those unfortunate enough to witness it's wrath. Don't panic. Nothing will happen. There are no flaming embodiements of death encircling our comparably tiny solar system as we speak, and if there was, it certainly wouldn't be hurtling towards our doomed planet as if on a mission of destruction.

  For example, if the pixel below represents Earth, the giant sphere of chaos looming near it certainly doesn't represent anything that could possibly encompass our world in one fell swoop. Our past, present, and any hope of a future is not about to succumb to the might of rogue super nova on a path of destruction. That's crazy talk. Super novas don't just go galivanting around the universe. And if they did, the odds that one would be headed on a bee-line for our globe are about 312,486,339,175 to 1.


  Our oceans will not boil, and fill the atmosphere with lung-searing super-heated gas in the last few moments of our existence. Rocks will not liquify in a matter of minutes, and eventually vapourize themselves. The immense change in temperature as one hemisphere of our plant is engulfed in flames will not cause torrential hurricanes and tornadoes, to scatter the ashes of scorched trees, animals, and most likely human beings. Don't be so paranoid. There are more important things to think about than the possibility of all of mankind being consumed in the eternal flames of a travelling death merchant of the stars.

  Just go on about your blissfully ignorant life. Don't look in a telescope, and subsequently run screaming for the nearest underground shelter in a futile attempt at shielding yourself from a power infinitely greater than that of man's most powerful atomic bombs, as the earth covering you will surely be incinerated itself. Lah di dah, doo bee doop doop. Dum de dum, dum dum dum dum dum dum bum bum. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Doop de doop de doop. Boop be doop. Don't panic.

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