It's the end of the world as we know it.

So if you've been to a movie theater within the past two months, chances are you've seen a few movie trailers repeat themselves. Particularly, 9 looks to be a stellar and epic battle of little potato sack guys (or something) against machines while Coheed and Cambria plays in the background. Another one that seems to have an alarming amount of trailers out is 2012, the movie about the Mayan-predicted apocalypse with Kevin Spacey and shit. I dunno, it's a lot like all of those other apocalypse movies in that it looks really cool in the previews, but you know exactly what's going to happen, it's not very realistic, and it's probably going to gargle chodes.

I once met a girl at a party where I knew just the crew of friends that had come with me. This girl was the most attractive girl at the party, but even then, she wasn't exactly a beauty. Regardless, she was one of the few that was not instantly filed under "mountain troll," so she garnered her fair share of attention. However, instead of trying to further her case for a wang to bring home that night and cuddle with, she started talking about how she was absolutely frightened of the Mayan prediction of the apocalypse in 2012. Needless to say, most everyone stopped talking to her after this.

Personally, I think worrying about the apocalypse is a pretty silly thing to do. For one, the day the earth decides it's going to end, that is pretty much it. Regardless of any preparations you make, and any ideas about escaping the planet before it dies, I'm pretty sure an entire fucking planet deciding to self-destruct is not going to be foiled by the actions of even millions of people. Armageddon is a force much bigger than any number of people, and nothing you or I do is going to stop it the day it happens. And if there is nothing we can do to change the inevitable, then you know what? So be it. The world could end at any moment, and I'm certain that if I knew it were to end soon, I wouldn't be typing an overly personified blog when there is any number of things I could be doing.

So in the end, will the world end? Who really knows? I know I don't. But what I do know is that, if the world does decide to end, I'm throwing a party. What better way to go out, right?