Funny Thoughts and Life Itself: 2012 the end of the world or a big fat letdown?

By now pretty much all of us have heard the news of the Mayan calender prediction of the end of the world as we know it on December 21 2012. That is unless you were living under a rock, which ironically enough would have you safer than the rest of us who haven't used the forethought to prepare with our own underground bunker accommodations. So you might want to just stop reading and stay where you are. That way you can avoid the whole panicking and preparing thing. It's way better to just get up Christmas morning and be surprised by the gifts under the tree than to get all strung out on shopping in early September. Anyway, it's now 2012 and the start of the year that may end us. While most common folk, who can be grouped into the 'last minuters' category, are just waiting to see how things play out before rushing the supermarket for 700 cases of bottled water and poking people in the eyes to get the last can of Spam, like it was a Cabbage Patch kid in the eighties, the 'prepared world endies', who have wisely taken the warnings provided through the prophetic teachings of Woody Harrelson via the ambiguously titled movie 2012 to heart, are well....preparing. (Yes, you may have just read the largest nested sentence in history). The ones who plan ahead have neatly organized their underground fortresses complete with shelves full of water, canned food, posters of the soon to be old world (complete with functional sun and drinkable water) and lots and lots of batteries. To finance these wondrous underworlds they have spent their unneeded retirement fund since 2013 money will be limestone and poptarts. All the while the ones who wait will basically have a bathroom full of obscure boxed foods with names that can't be pronounced, lentil soup, every container in the entire house, including old dress shoes, full of tap water. The bathtub providing the much needed security from the elements that are destroying thier neighbors Volvo just outside the window. Hell, if you can't trust Will Smith's survival strategy then who can you trust. The rush on the supermarkets is the equivalent of black friday at the mall. A chance to clear everything off the shelves no matter the price, expiration date or flavor. I, on the other hand, will be looking forward to the Mad Max after world where I can drive bad ass cars painted flat primer black and fight crazy mutant gangs with mohawk haircuts and nose rings. A scrappy looking but fiercely loyal dog by my side completes the package. So although an ending to the world as we know it could easily mean a defining moment where the entire world is enlighten and realize through positive thinking and understanding that we can all coexist in harmony and peace, most of us would prefer to live in a real life game of Resident Evil complete with Zombies and mutant bunnies that look so cute but have this odd desire to get back at the Elmer J. Fudds that have been hunting them their whole life. So whether you are currently digging a crater in your backyard, waiting til December to get psyched up or believe December 22 will be the funniest day of your life while your tapping "Let me in I'm a mutant zombie with awesome hair" in morse code on the giant metal hatch next door, may the end of life as we know it live up to your expectations.