Moar Mi litel poni: fwindsip z mujak because nobody asked!
I know ponies are stupid things to draw, but as I'm quickly coming to the biggest gallery opening of my life at the Chase Barton Art Gallery, having time to do bad drawings of stupid things helps me unwind.
The End of the World? A long ranted essay about nothing.
Let me begin by saying, yes, I understand most people won’t read this wall of text. Even fewer will take the time to have the computer read it for them in order to not interrupt their day. That gives me a sort of freedom in text that I am going to take full advantage of currently. I figured the best time to talk about the “end of days” is eleven days out. The party plans are still getting nailed in, and the “what if this is legit” panic won’t happen until the 19th. I am going on record, hopefully not to be wrong, to say the world will end in the same fashion it did at the turn of the millennium.
When time clicked over from the ‘99s to the ‘00s, something weird happened. Not a damn thing. The previous statement isn't entirely true though. Everything happened with no keystroke. The main threat of our last major doomsday came with our computers going off line. Back then, only businesses and banks really used computers. They weren&…