Conversations with my Father: Part One--the Driveway

"Thanks for the dinner and a movie, Dad."
"...Kate?"
"Hm?"
"It was a Blockbuster movie and McDonalds."
"..."
"...I wouldn't exactly say we splurged."
"No, I guess not."
"You feeling alright?"
"No, not really."
"Okay, just checking. Wanna talk?"
"No, not really."
"Okay."
"...Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Do we have any Tums?"
"In the living room."
"We really know how to live it up don't we?"
"Yeah we do!" *high fives*

BP Oil Spill and 2012

How can a country, nay--a world--function with so many rich morons running it? *shakes head slowly* I use to be cynical *insert shocked gasp* about 2012, but the more I see how things are progressing, the more I'm convinced we're all royally fucked.

For example:

The Sun: In two years, it's estimated that the sun will project severe solar flares that can very well knock out satellites and destroy communication, even power, around the world for a significant period of time. If this happens, I'm camping out for a couple years.

(http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2010/06/25/Report-Solar-flares-could-cripple-country/UPI-85501277486736/)

US vs. Eurasia: Enough said

BP Oil Spill: Dead birds, fish, and no more shrimp for the foreseeable future? FML.

And finally: http://www.palin4pres2012.com/


However, my dad had a most excellent point about the Mayan prediction for the end of the world being in 2012:

"The Mayans, huh? Alright, answer me this: if they knew so much, how come they didn't see the conquistadors coming? And for that matter, how come none of them are left? Hmm? HMMM?"


Touche, dad. Touche.