Sunday, May 22, 2011

This is why we can't have nice things.

It's 1:09 a.m. CDT on Sunday, May 22, 2011. The purported Rapture has come and gone, and I'm still here. So is...

...Excuse Me for just a second.

*knock knock knock* Chala!
*knock knock knock* Chala!
*knock knock kno--

(Chala stops playing World of Warcrack and yells "Whaaat?" through closed bedroom door)

Já, we're still here.

We were shopping at one of the larger supermarkets in Winnipeg at about 8:00 this evening (a good two hours after the Rapture deadline), and not one of the hundreds of people in the store appeared the least bit upset. No one was wailing or gnashing their teeth in the produce aisle, telling bystanders that a particularly devout family member had Mysteriously Vanished at the stroke of 6:00 p.m.

No noticeable earthquakes here, either, and at last report all the graveyards in the city were still intact.

However, I did take the time to Google +"Harold Camping" +"epic fail" and got over 5,000 hits. (opens a second browser window) Nearly 6,000 hits now.

To all you people out there who actively supported this insanity, wasting time and money and terrifying small children with nonsensical tales of divine wrath: I hereby sentence the lot of you to 120 years community service. All of you. No exceptions.

And, as for the End of the World...

... Drink up, mate. I don't think we have to worry about the cab driver disappearing on us.

Photo editing by Darchala Chaoswind, who also helped Me make a lovely post-PseudoRapture supper of Caesar salad and marinated garlic chicken breast in a white wine reduction.