Huh? I slept through the last apocalypse

The weather wasn't bad on the surface, last December twenty first. It's the damned high humidity that seemed to zero in on my back pain. I recall that day very clearly, in that I recall that I slept during most of that day. I'd completely forgotten that it was then end of the world. Even when some odd folks claiming to be some sort of Christians put this Horsemen Crossing sign ten feet from my house. You'd think after having to see that thing for months, I'd have remembered the big day.

I think the problem is that the Mayans, who predicted the end of the world as a recreational sport, and the Christians, didn't put their heads together on this one. As far as I'm concerned, I'd have likely been smitten or whatever in my sleep.

Anyway, I still have that sign to look at.

The discerning mind

Bilbo Endive
88 Uvula Proxima
Rat's Tangle, London, UK

Today's shipment of belching hyenas will be a bit short, so please bear with us as we make up the difference in land dolphins. As always, remember to treat raw hyena meats with motor oil as a prophylaxis against implantation by space aliens and Belgians.

While visiting our facility, please bear witness to the many wonders and cackling horsies as they impede your vision of a better tomorrow. If you can read this, you are too close... to something dangerous, like fanged meats, perhaps. Beware the nonchalance and indignity, as it's catching. So is your mum.

Yours In Christ,
The Doldrums

Saturday chicken musings, laced with anger management videos

The Reptilians are definitely increasing in power and influence.  The Bilderbergers are up to their old dirty tricks again, lacing prime time television with anger management video footage, subliminally implanted by Roberto and his allies in the Illuminati. 

At the gym, Reptilians are the ones buying all the steroids and Human Growth Hormone.  Your supervisor at the glue factory is probably a Reptilian. 

This brings me to chickens.  What's with all the chicken related legislation lately?  Americans, Brits, and many other "democracies" are suddenly afflicted with chickeny fears.  It oozes from their pores, mars the complexion... should we, the proletariat, be afraid?  You remember what Uncle Pete did with 8 chickens last week?  I think we're in trouble.

Its the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)

Apocopedia is having somewhat of a revival. The format of writing about any given situation that will end in the destruction of the world (or worse mankind) Is pretty cool and as global warming hots up we need to ask ourselves as human beings, will the constant networking of our civilization eventually lead to our demise?

In other words, as our society is more interlinked than ever, with the Internet and other communication systems then ain't we more vulnerable? Not just to hackers but... er. Anyway. If you'd watched the opening bits of Threads then you'd understand.

I want Apocopedia to portray potential catastrophes in the most realistic way possible. Even if you are about to write a zombie apocalypse then you need to asses how countries would react.

Crap, this IS a rant.