Such a nice clock

The Doomsday Clock was created by the Chicago Atomic Scientists and has been on the cover of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists since 1947 to represent just how close mankind is to destroying our civilization. Originally the biggest threat was atomic weapons, which clearly have massive destructive force. Over time it has been recognized that biological items and even climate change can be just as bad.

Currently the Doomsday Clock is at 5 minutes to midnight. Midnight being when we metaphorically turn into a pumpkin, or realistically cease to exist.

I have my own little personal doomsday clock, although it looks less like a clock and more like a ledge. The ledge of a very tall mountain over a fog-shrouded abyss. Sometimes I feel my toes are actually hanging over the edge, and the slightest change in my balance would be all it takes to send me over. Other times I feel like I’m back a little bit.

The ledge is always there. Edge. Whatever. It’s there. It’s nearby. I can’t seem to put any real distance. The bullshit keeps accumulating, no matter how hard I work to clear it out. On bad days I don’t even try. Some days I work out of habit but without any heart. I guess the end result is all that matters.

The fog calls my name. It says it’s getting closer to midnight. I can’t find any more fucks to give at the moment.

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This looks pretty epic.

And by ‘epic’ I mean I can totally understand why it is premiering on cable on a Wednesday night in the middle of the summer.

FFS

Have you ever watched the movie Click?

It has Adam Sandler (one of his good movies, not crap like 50 First Dates), Kate Beckinsale, and Christopher Walken makes an appearance and Jonah Hill I think. Even the Hoff shows up as an evil boss.

Story goes that a guy has the usual difficulties, somehow acquires a Universal Remote Control that really controls the universe, and manages to use it to avoid some unpleasant things so he could focus on the fun. However, of course, there is some fine print and finesse required to use the remote.

I find myself thinking of having one (the remote, not Kate Beckinsale) and what would be the outcome. Life is so full of land mines and bear traps right now it would be very useful to just hibernate until things turn around. But if I’m busy sleeping, who’s doing the turning?

Anyway. Ambien Walrus wants to go out for Taco Bell, so I better sign off.

and tacos.

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