More s'quick art from my friend...by popular demand...
Remember the Millenium Madness?
While purging more files this weekend, I found a number of old news clippings about calendar compulsives -- the World-Enders certain that yet-another-Doomsday would arrive, all neat and tidy and ship-shape ( pardon me for that) at the last reverberating stroke of 12....12:30 in Newfoundland.
Now the Mayan date of 2012 looms out of the Cthulhuian depths of some collective psyches and their persistent desire to see the lot of us offed in flood, fire, brimstone and wormwood.
When these prophets and death-apostles run out of cultures to appropriate, I suppose they will just re-cycle the old ones. Fu Manchu will replace Machu Picchu - in a disambiguation sort of style.
Saw a git-the-wimmen-and-childrun ad on TV recently by one group or another warning us of our approaching cataclysmic END.
I wonder in my languid way if publishers who never got the memo are quietly acquiring another set of apocalypse novels to be released around that time to take advantage of the inevitable hype.
While in sort-and-shred mode, also found a list someone had forwarded from one of those newspaper fun-with-foreign phrases contests from 10 years ago.
Still good for winter blahs:
Respondez s'il vous plaid: Honk if you're Scottish.
Posh mortem: Death styles of the rich and famous.
Pro bozo publico: Support your local clown.
Visa la France: Don't leave your chateau without it.
Quip pro quo: A fast retort.