If it is all coming apart in May, I think I want to have party. Agood one. We can screen Until the End of the World and drink good wine waiting to see who gets left behind. I’ll make sure we invite a lot of our non-Christian friends…just in case we actually get sucked up into the sky. That way there’ll be somebody to clean up afterwards.

Okay, I know I’m riffing on this a lot, but anytime someone who doesn’t believe in science uses a calculator to come up with a significant apocalytic date I have to be…sceptical. Although I have to admit that the possibility of a pseudo-celestial location where acne treatment for our leading blond divas is a thing of the past…it just seems super fair, don’t you think?