- Tue, 16:30: How Bae anti-Grinch's our house… http://t.co/sOUAMDUL
- Wed, 05:04: Our dog demonstrates why, if he’d been around when the Grinch arrived, Cindy Lou Who’s presents would have been safe: http://t.co/zTYVrFd6
- Wed, 11:43: I was reading my own novel last night and couldn't put it down ... I have got to be more careful about spilling glue.
SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK
Maybe an apocalypse on December 21st wouldn’t be such a bad thing, if it meant I wouldn’t have to go through another Indiana winter.
There’s a much simpler explanation as to why the Mayan calendar screeches to a halt. Some people think the world is going to end because that very accurate calendar stops on December 21st of this year; others think the date ushers in a New Age where we’ll beat our swords into ploughshares, dogs and cats will lie down together, and the government will give us all new cell phones. I’d like an iPhone, please. The ways things are going, that last is the most believable part of all of this.
But what if the Mayans just ran out of paper? Or, in their case, stone?
“Um … excuse me, Mr. B’ak’tun, but there’s a problem … I reached the end of the stone.”
“So what? You’ve gone hundreds of years into the future with it, K’iche’. By then we’ll all be dead and your stone will be buried in the jungle somewhere. Let’s break for lunch and a bracing game of Bul.”
Two thousand years later, the Bul is as thick as ever.
(Bul was a real Mayan game, by the way: It was played with corn. Do with that as you will.)