Merry Christmas from Saskatoon. That’s what we say here in Saskatoon because, as our Mayor pointed out, Saskatoon was founded on Christianity. That’s why our stores remain closed Sundays in recognition of the Sabbath and none of our restaurants serve meat on Fridays.
In light of the Mayans mind-boggling error in judgement, I have very little time to blog today. I have a list of things to do before the weekend and I feel I should get started now because last minute Christmas shoppers are sure to swarm the streets.
1. Return power generator, ammunition and heirloom seeds. I hope I can get refunds for all of this stuff. If anybody wants to buy canned pork and beans, I am sitting on a shitload!
2. Apologize. I was so sure about this one, and I may have been a bit assertive with friends and colleagues. Telling people they’re nuts if they can’t “see the signs” is clearly a risky game. I will say I am sorry and commit to thinking logically from now on, even though accepting reality is likely to bum me out from time to time.
3. Get to the gym. Turning flabs into abs is back on.
4. Back out of the house sale. I guess I need the house after all. Hindsight suggests I shoulda built the bunker inside the house. Argh.
5. Beg for my job back. If currency is still currency, I would like to have some. Is the kiosk that buys gold still in the mall?
6. Christmas shop. As a man, I require 90 minutes to complete this task. I’ll need to get it done tomorrow since the stores in Saskatoon (as previously mentioned) are not open Sundays.
6 things to do, I have 6 things to do. Gotta keep on top of my life . Got 6 things to do. Farewell for now, and the best of all things to Reginans from the city with principles.
It’s before noon and Regina still stands, as best as I can tell. At least everything looks fine from my window.
The Guardian has had a live blog of apocalypse news going since they rolled over to December 21 for them. It’s worth going through.
One of the things they’ve posted is a video of astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson debunking 2012 end of the world rumors. And a video of Neil deGrasse Tyson is always worth posting.
Judging by the cavalcade of guest stars that will be putting in an appearance at this monthly variety show hosted by Jayden Pfeifer (that’s him in the blue tie below) it might well be subtitled the “Home for the Holidays” edition.
But seeing as the show also coincides with the whole Mayan End of the World calendar prediction thing the show’s theme is Away In A Mayan Apocalypse.
Red Hot Riot goes tonight at Artesian on 13th at 8 p.m. Tickets are $10.
The clock has passed over to Dec. 21 in Saskatchewan. We’re okay here at the moment. No volcanoes, floods, aliens, lightning, earthquakes or giant, Regina-stomping kaiju. Though I guess they could be on city outskirts or emerging from Wascana lake even as I’m typing this. I’ll update this post if anything changes.
UPDATE 12:18 AM: I should probably explain the logo. As long-time Dog Blog readers might recall, back in spring 2011 the world was focussed on the doomsday prophecy of an old dude named Harold Camping. He’d got a lot of attention for his bible-based mathematical calculifications that indicated the world was going to end on May 21. Naturally, we live-blogged that “doomsday”. Designer Paul “awesome” Klassen even created a swank logo for it. Klassen updated his graphic for this apocalypse. Hope you like it. I mean, you better, because we probably don’t have long to live. After all, that last apocalypse was just about God (and if I understand this post by Rosie, Jesus and Macho Man Randy Savage were somehow involved). TODAY’S armageddon has Mayans. MAYANS, people! Much scarier.
So it’s officially Dec. 21, 2012 in Ontario, or Mayan Doomsday. And I’m officially worried. Earlier today I was chatting with my friends Edwin and Kevin on Facebook — Kev lives in Ottawa and Ed in Montreal. I left a comment for them both a little while ago. And you know what? They haven’t answered. This could well mean a metaphorical tsunami of Mayan ruin is rushing towards Regina at this very moment.
Oh sure,that’s not the ONLY reason my friends might’ve not got back to me. Maybe they just went to bed. But I think you’ll agree it’s a compelling, if terrifying, explanation. It’s definitely consistent with the facts.
I’ll be up for a while yet, and I’ll keep you all posted on this.