Lack of Cinnamon due to Ensuing Apocalypse: Film at 11

Among the things--Angry Birds, Smartphones, porn--that have killed productivity, I think Facebook is the worst for me. For one thing, I feel that people are pretty thoroughly updated on my life if they stop by my wall. There are photos, anecdotes, my usual whines; probably more than they wanted to know about me anyway. This has yielded my blog redundant for some people, I think. Also, after crafting witty and pithy status updates, my creativity is pretty sapped for the day. There's not much amusing fuel left in the old tank. And, Freud would be happy to know that a whole lot of my creativity is sublimated into exercise. Yes, that whopping 33 minutes per day of running sucks the impulse to share my witticisms with the 18 people who follow my blog right outta me. So. There it is. The pathetic list of excuses why there has been no Cinnamon for 5 weeks. Also, there was vacation, illness, the saga of Michael's dentistry, parent visits, kid birthdays, TBall, and assorted other crap to fill every moment of my life. One friend responded brilliantly when I told him that kids suck the life force out of us--"the life force is long gone, their just sucking out the marrow of the bones now." True dat. Incidentally, a little earthquake hit Japan while I was on hiatus. While all kinds of people have made insensitive and cruel remarks about this tragedy, I have been completely rapt with the photos, images and personal stories from the events. I am impressed with the Japanese spirit of resiliance and discipline and patience. I admire their preparedness for tragedy, and their dignity in the face of the Worst Case Scenario. No riots, no looting. No distressing images of the worst of human nature. I have found more images of people clutching beloved pets, holding one another, supporting each other in grief than from any other event I can recall. Which is partly why I find American response to the tragedy doubly offensive. Aside from the people making mass runs for anti-radiation drugs, and horrendously inappropriate comments about nuclear disaster, and scoffing at the need for foreign aid because Japan is such a wealthy country, I find the "This Tragedy Across The Pacific Is All About Me" attitude both typical and disappointing. So, I was not surprised by the CNN headline announcing that survival shelter sales have increased by as much as 1000% in the U.S.. First, I am surprised there are survival shelter sales in the U.S. Second, if Survival Shelter sales were as much as 1 in the last decade, then the sale of one this year probably skews statistics. Third, is the Japanese disaster really mentioned in the Mayan End of Days? Fourth, if the Mayan End of Days is really this accurate, then screw the diet, I'm going out drunk, fat and happy. Just to make sure I cite my sources, the CNN article can be found at CNNMoney.com: http://money.cnn.com/2011/03/22/real_estate/doomsday_bunkers/index.htm First, people are putting up to a $5000 down payment for their own personal survival bunker for the Mayan End of Days. People: End of Days is End o' Days. The condor gods or quetzl-I'd Like to Buy a Vowel Gods aren't going to spare you just because you had the foresight to buy a shelter! Your non-believing, non Mayan, small-pox bringing ancestors sealed your doom a long time ago. Second, if you don't feel like you can pony up the cold, hard cash for your own personal survival bunker, then you can reserve a spot in regional superbunkers. These facilities house just shy of 1000 people and you all live under ground together until the End of Days alarm turns off. These are my FAVORITE people in the story. Have they not seen the brilliant Brendan Fraser work, Blast From the Past? Brendan and his parents seek refuge in their shelter after a bomb scare, spend decades under there, and eventually inadvertently re-release him into the wilds of present day Los Angeles. Hilarity ensues. People are signing up to move underground with as many as 899 strangers?!? It's like the cruise from/to Hell. Trapped until the end of the End of Days with fellow nutjobs all crazy enough to pony up money to live in a shelter? How would peace be enforced? How would some one not lose sanity and start offing his fellow bunkermates? How BADLY do they want to survive the End of Days? I'm just saying, that if I'm going out in a blaze of Quetzl Apocolypse, I want to go out with my friends, those people who decided that they would rather weather the worse with me, than survive in a hole with strangers. Even IF it is a luxurious hole: "The company’s reservations, which require a $5,000 fee, spiked 1,000 percent in the week following the Japan earthquake and nuclear disaster. Vivos’ doomsday bunker under construction in Nebraska is bigger than a Walmart at 137,000 square feet. Built to withstand a 50 megaton nuclear blast, it will accommodate 950 people in apocalyptic luxury for up to a year. It will offer suites on four levels, plus a medical and dental center, kitchens, a fully-stocked wine cellar, pool tables, computer room, pet kennels and a jail. A hardened lookout tower 350 feet high will provide a panoramic view of the ravaged landscape, and tight security will prevent radioactive mutant zombies from getting inside." Phew. I just HATE when the radioactive mutant zombies get in. Finally, I leave you with this one little thought about All of this Apocalpyse. I mean sure, the islands of Japan actually moved 12 FEET after this quake, and the Earth's rotation changed because of the force of the energy released, and sure, there's all this war in the Mid-East, and starvation in Africa and Asia, and moral decay in the U.S., but I'm not ready to prepare for the end just yet. There's still a margin of error. Even if some of us are reluctant to admit it: "The company’s website features a countdown with the days, hours, minutes and seconds to Dec. 21, 2012. But that date may be a false alarm." MAY BE. Just maybe.