put your shirt back on

So, zeccy once asked me what I would do if we all suddenly found out that we only had one last day to live.

I'm sure the movie "Seeking Friend For The End of the World" has very witty and poignant things to say about the subject (even though I can't shake the feeling that this is just an American romcom remake of Last Night), but I have no plans on seeing that damn film, so.

I sat there for a minute, contemplating the usual answers: eating all the Krispie Kremes, lazing on the beach, drinking, carousing, and whatnot. And then I remembered my default zombie apocalypse plan, which is to jack the nicest car on the lot and drive till I run out of road. And that sounded pretty awesome.

And then I got excited by the thought of every major highway becoming a new Audubon, with all the fiery car crashes and high speed chases that a girl could want. Because fuck it. We're all gonna bite it come the next day, so why not go out trying for the land speed record?

/random

So, I feel somewhat remiss in not having a tally, somewhere, of all the Judgment Days that I have watched come and go.

I'd be more concerned about this one, except that they at no point mention sentient machines bent on the eradication of the human race, so already you can tell that they're just making this shit up.

Doesn't mean I won't pour one out, just in case, though. Broken clock's right twice a day, right?