JUDGEMENT DAY!! (...and Abby's 1st Birthday)

Well, today was Abby's birthday. Officially. As usual, we Houghs didn't celebrate our kid's birthday on their actual date of birth, as our social calendar is obviously more important to us.

We didn't do anything extravagant for her birthday, either - she was running a fever, so we couldn't really leave the house and take her out and about somewhere. We hung around the house and let her open a few gifts that trickled in after her observed birthday.

Didn't want to do too much anyway, seeing how today was Judgement Day and all.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. God picks out all the V.I.P. members off the face of the Earth and leaves the rest of us to suffer at the hands of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (or something along those lines). This was evidently taking place around 6pm, so I wasn't about to make dinner reservations anywhere fancy.

I don't really watch the news much anymore - for the last fifteen years or so it's really turned into one, gigantic train wreck, and hasn't featured anything that could be even remotely considered objective 'journalism.' No, sensationalism is all anyone seems to care about anymore, and playing right along into that is all the news coverage surrounding the whole 'End of the World'/'Judgement Day' crap that some random, Christian fringe group started spreading around.


Harold Camping, sir, if you're reading this, please stop speaking in public. Go out in the woods, build yourself a log cabin, and commune to God in private. You're an idiot, and you turn the ignorant, gullible people the world over (and there are a lot of them!) into paranoid, delusional idiots (moreso) every, damn time you open that stupid mouth of yours. Please stop doing this.


Whether or not Harry and his peeps truly believed this was the end of the world, or (more than likely) the entire affair was a huge marketing tactic designed to drum up fear and reap the financial rewards, this whole 'May 21st is Judgement Day!' fiasco got way too much press from our beloved 'journalists.' This is hardly news, people. Who cares about this crap, really? And who actually buys into this sort of nonsense?

I'll tell you who: idiots.


I won't buy into the whole Judgement Day thing until I personally see fireballs start falling down from the sky. You ever catch that Simpsons episode where Marge, Lisa, and Maggie start floating up to Heaven during the Rapture, and Homer and Bart end up being left behind? I imagine, in just such a scenario, that I'll have the house to myself on Judgement Day... so I personally don't care if Godzilla or Mothra or the Bubonic Plague trample across Central Florida.

At least I'll get to play video games and throw back a few beers in peace for a change.

- Brian