In a dream last night I was told that I am a modern version of an Ancient Mayan Priest. This is based upon two facts: 1) I lived in Mexico and I have actually met Mayans; and, 2) I am ancient.
I can stop the 12/21/2012 disaster if enough people send me money. Or chocolate.
If I cannot stop the event I'm hoping that Playboy will give me a rebate for the ten days of the 2012 Playboy Calendar that will be useless. Not to mention the part that shows January of 2013 but without naked girls.
We may be entering a new age where there is a "Mayan Calendar Legal Defense". If you are really a believer, go bonk a few ESA fish, buy a new fly rod, buy a new shotgun, shoot the neighbor's dog, and jump his wife. I'm sure you will be able to convince a jury somewhere that you were a victim of the pressures of our society.
I think that it has started . . . Hank circled counter-clockwise this morning versus clockwise when he plopped on his dog bed after we came back indoors this morning & if I removed my glasses & squinted really hard, I think there was a Mayan figure in the egg yoke residue on my breakfast plate. I'm sure these are signs . . . since I live "on the edge," we're going hunting anyway.
Damn, the world as I know it is still here. This means I have to go to work. Double damn. I was really hoping the world would have ended as I know it. I was planning on fishing if it had and doing so in my new santa hat.