And I feel fine
It's the end of the world as we know it. Maybe.
Yes, tomorrow might be the end of the world. Did you know that the Muslims believe in an "anti-christ" or evil prophet who will come, deceive people and raise an army before he is defeated by Jesus upon his return from heaven? That's right, Jesus. And then Jesus will convert all Jews and Christians to Islam. I was just shocked to see Jesus showing up in Islamic eschatology. Which just proves how parochial I am, I guess. (Did I use enough pretentious words in those last two sentences? Seriously.)
If today really were my last day on earth, what would I WANT to do? Well, I'd want to gather all my friends and family together for a big party. Maybe a trip to Adventure Island!
But that wouldn't be feasible on short notice . . . I just found out about the possible End of Days this afternoon. So I would leave work and hit up the Etown Fair, where I would ride all the rides, even the shoddily put-together ones, because who cares? And eat deep-fried snickers bars. And then I would do some other things that I won't write about here.
Anyway, how did I spend my possible last day on earth? I wrote some recorded phone message scripts. I had Subway for lunch. And I discussed Deal or No Deal and whether or not the briefcases should make a distinct clicking sound when they're opened. (Mike: yes. Me: neutral.) But should the models make a preview face? (Me: NO! Mike: no?).
And I successfully figured out how to host a blog on another site, and post pictures to it, with very little help, and I was deliriously happy and dancing around my kitchen singing "I am so smart, I am so smart." As frustrating as it is when I can't get things to work, it's just as exhilarating when I can.
So there's that. At least some small happiness before everything goes to hell (literally!) tomorrow.
And, hey, if Jesus shows up and tells me to convert to Islam, I'm not going to argue. Because who argues with Jesus? Nobody good, I can tell you that.
Yes, tomorrow might be the end of the world. Did you know that the Muslims believe in an "anti-christ" or evil prophet who will come, deceive people and raise an army before he is defeated by Jesus upon his return from heaven? That's right, Jesus. And then Jesus will convert all Jews and Christians to Islam. I was just shocked to see Jesus showing up in Islamic eschatology. Which just proves how parochial I am, I guess. (Did I use enough pretentious words in those last two sentences? Seriously.)
If today really were my last day on earth, what would I WANT to do? Well, I'd want to gather all my friends and family together for a big party. Maybe a trip to Adventure Island!
But that wouldn't be feasible on short notice . . . I just found out about the possible End of Days this afternoon. So I would leave work and hit up the Etown Fair, where I would ride all the rides, even the shoddily put-together ones, because who cares? And eat deep-fried snickers bars. And then I would do some other things that I won't write about here.
Anyway, how did I spend my possible last day on earth? I wrote some recorded phone message scripts. I had Subway for lunch. And I discussed Deal or No Deal and whether or not the briefcases should make a distinct clicking sound when they're opened. (Mike: yes. Me: neutral.) But should the models make a preview face? (Me: NO! Mike: no?).
And I successfully figured out how to host a blog on another site, and post pictures to it, with very little help, and I was deliriously happy and dancing around my kitchen singing "I am so smart, I am so smart." As frustrating as it is when I can't get things to work, it's just as exhilarating when I can.
So there's that. At least some small happiness before everything goes to hell (literally!) tomorrow.
And, hey, if Jesus shows up and tells me to convert to Islam, I'm not going to argue. Because who argues with Jesus? Nobody good, I can tell you that.
posted by Melanie at 6:38 PM
