So I’m visiting Ann Arbor for the next week, and I decided to go by train. The most glorious Amrak train in the entire world. Why is it so glorious?
It doesn’t take much to impress this ol’ gal. And yes, there is a girl sitting between me and the outlet. And no, I did not ask her if I could take that photo. And yes, she thought the photo was of her. And no, I didn’t clarify it later because I was too embarrassed.
So…yeah. I’m on a train to Ann Arbor. Stories to come about the incredible fool I made of myself trying to figure out how the whole “train station” thing works. (Preview: I thought an ATM was a ticket-scanner)
But the Ann Arbor adventures haven’t even begun, so instead I’m going to talk about something that’s been bothering me for the last… oh lets say two years.
Those damn Mayan death predictions.
First of all, I really hate talking about the end of the world. I don’t like watching any of those unsettling apocalypse movies. Day After Tomorrow, 2012, Children of Men, Contagion. I watch them, and then I’m terrified for the next two years.
This looks... terrible.
And that’s not even the main reason I hate the Mayan Predictions. The reason I hate them is because it’s giving fodder to advertisers and promo-makers a new focus for all of their ads.
“Watch our show! It’s the last one before the end of the world, ha ha ha”
“2012 Rockin’ New Years Eve, last one before we all die, HA HA HA”
“Could the Mayans have predicted these low prices? HAHAHAHAH MWAHHAA”
And I PROMISE that come November, we’re going to start seeing “end of the world” sales. That is just unsettling.
Am I alone in this? Isn't anyone else tired of hearing about 2012 doomsday stuff?
To leave this on a happy note, here's a note (part 1 of 3 in a note series) that my Dad left.