The End Of The World Is Not Scheduled For Tomorrow

But then again people love to be scared, or to be iconoclastic against the vast majority. Most don't give a monkeys about the LHC, there's not been a mention of it in the office, but then we do go in for very mundane water cooler moments where I work, football and Holby City seems to be the subjects that grip the most people.

So I'm pretty confident that I will be seeing Simon tomorrow when he gets back from St Albans where he's being educated in the ways of interfaces.

I had an offer on my flat but it was stupidly low, so I've rejected it. I doubt he'll come back with anything reasonable so the next step will be to let the place out, then this place then rent something we can live in with more than one bedroom and enough room for us to swing the proverbial cat. It will be wonderful to have a garden and a spare bedroom or two.

It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Yet another doomsayer is forecasting doom and destruction for Thursday 25th May. I hope not cos I've got Friday off, it's also the late May bank holiday and Si and I are going oop north to visit friends in East Yorkshire.

This time we are all supposed to die because a fragment of comet Schwassman-Wachmann is supposed to hit the Atlantic. Why haven't we heard of this before? Why no grave interviews with Heather Cooper and Sir Patrick Moore or indeed my old Astronomy lecturer David Hughes? Well it's complete guff for one thing, being peddled by a former military air traffic controller called Eric Julien - for a precis of his claims this is highly enjoyable and if you want to see him make a fool of himself in his own words then I recommend his site. I particularly like the way that they cite crop circles and premonitions as if they are almost hard evidence.

For why it's not going to happen I recommend Bad Astronomy an oasis of rational thought and cool science blog.

But let me leave you with one of the comments from the blog - possibly, in my humble opinion one of the best comments ever.

Evolving Squid says:

I wonder if the doomsayers realize that although the odds of actually being struck by a comet piece are small, the odds of being struck by a comet piece while naked but for a tinfoil hat, with one'’s entire body smeared in vegemite and marmalade, and with an extension cord up one'’s rear end, in the shower while listening to the “"Blue Danube”" waltz and dancing the macarena in front of a live web cam are vanishingly small.

Thus, in order to ensure their survival, they should do all those things.

May 21, 2006 @ 10:19 pm