OK, there are a couple of “issues” we ought to have worked out prior to The End Of Days…
Like, oh, what Time Zone is it, where the end comes?
Does it come ‘all at once’ or progressively, one time zone at a time?
Is “the end” at the first minute of 21 Dec 2012, or the last? Or something in between?
Bottom line, it’s a bit of a mess.
So, as it’s now 2 am on the 20th in California, and we come late to things, it ought to be nearly time for those on the leading edge to come to an abrupt and uncomfortable end. Unless they don’t. Or it happens at the end of the day instead of the start.
So, here’s the deal, all you folks on various Pacific Islands, or the tip of Russia or where ever else gets it first, if you could kindly post up a comment at the moment of your inglorious end and let the rest of us know what to expect, we’d appreciate it ever so much. So, say, it’s a big ball of fire and you found yourself short of draught beer; well, we’d know to run right out and pick up a case. Or, say, it’s a flash flood. Can’t hold onto a case of beer and swim, too, so ought to make it a pint of good Whiskey instead. It would also be nice if you could be sure to note if it was the start, or end, or middle of the day when you discover you’re going POOF! Just so we can plan better over here…
I mean, if it isn’t till the end of the day, no sense getting all sloppy toasted and passing out at noon and missing it all, right? Better to run the bar-b-que then, with some nice tropical drinks on the side, and nurse it for a while. THEN pocket the bottle of Scotch and put on the water wings. I mean, why sit around all day looking silly in water wings if it’s not coming until midnight, eh?
So do us a favor, please, and give us a heads up when the expiration on your side, um, ‘catches up’ to you.
Thanks! And we’ll do the same for you if it turns out that we get swacked first due to some unforeseen Maya backwards rotating nonconformal day misunderstanding.