Monday, February 01, 2010

We're All Gonna Die!







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.

32 comments:

Vesper said...

Oh, the poor flies... but the results are surreal... This means that I love it. Does it also mean that I'm twisted? :-)

And I love your winter blahs....

And congratulations, Bernita, for Weirdly III! Well done!

StarvingWriteNow said...

I watched something on tv the other night about this 2012 business and the Maya... most of the people on the show were figuring it wasn't the end of the world, but the end of an age. That there would be some kind of shift rather than an apocalypse. Hmm... we'll see what happens when that eclipse comes...

writtenwyrdd said...

I heard about this 2012 crap twenty years ago. These doom and gloomers are so behind the times!

Given your usual style of art, Bernita, I'd think the flies would be wearing velvet Renaissance hats or something, and doublets with points and slashed sleeves.

Dave F. said...

I was friends with a half dozen programmers and computer geeks in 1999 and they made it a badge of honor NOT to have 99/00 problems at home or at work. I wasn't surprised when nothing much happened.

Now 2012, that's a different kind of silliness. Terry Pratchett had a great line in one of his novels (HOGFATHER, I think) about if the good guys didn't win, that great big hot ball of gases would still rise tomorrow but we wouldn't call it the sun and the earth (by another name) would still orbit, and the moon would still be there, etc...

This past weekend, I asked one of my friends who was carrying on about terrorism and suitcase nuclear weapons and airborne diseases and raging debts if she wanted a diaper and pacifier.
That made me popular.

Rentlers are what deer hunters get when they don't see deer.

Bernita said...

Thank you, Vesper.

Those word twists are cute, aren't they?

That's the explanation given by more or less reasonable people, SWN.
I'm of the opinion that "the end of an age" can only be determined after the fact - it's a process not a selected moment in time.

Alas, Written, when I kill flies there's not much left for art - jusdt a smucky smear.

"a diaper and pacifier"
Good for you! Gets tedious, doesn't it, Dave?

"A rentler" - I like that.

Rick said...

Always bet against the end of the world. There is no way you can lose.

Charles Gramlich said...

How much apocalypse is too much? Someone is always ready to spread fear.

bunnygirl said...

Even though post-apocalyptic fiction is a specialty of mine, I don't believe there's a high likelihood of worldwide cataclysm. Not until the sun goes red giant many millions of years from now, of course.

Slow decline and change of civilizations, though, is another matter. It's happened throughout history and it's happening now. If it suits one's fancy to stock beans and bullets in a rural hideaway, okay. We all need a coping mechanism. But it makes more sense to stay flexible and adapt with the times.

Bernita said...

All I know, Rick, is "I feel fine!"

Every generation seems to re-discover the concept, Charles.

Bunnygirl, I think you do post-apocalypse extremely well!

Gabriele C. said...

Lol, that one makes me wonder if the artist divided them by gender, and how you find a tiny fly dingledangle in the first place. :)

Bernita said...

I don't know, Gabriele, but flies are bigger than clothes moths and they do manage to find moth balls...

raine said...

...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.

I think they are.
And I don't think there's anything quiet about it.
And since I submitted a short some months ago with that theme, I have no problem with it, lol.

Bernita said...

Glad of it, Raine.
I just didn't happen to hear that particular tree fall, which is not surprising, seeing how I'm not in the forest.

laughingwolf said...

lol... love those blahs chasers! :)

the reason there was no Y2K 'end': the boys and girls worked their little buns off to ensure the technology would be in place before anything major hit the fan... the 'threat' was real

as for 2012, ask me in 2013... we'll still be here ;) lol

hampshireflyer said...

What was the instant apocalypse that was supposed to be happening in 1995 or 1996? I remember my classmates wasting an entire afternoon's lesson at secondary school by counting down to the moment when the world was meant to end at 3pm. (I vaguely recall it might have been another pre-Columbian calendrical doohickey...)

Chris Eldin said...

Bernita! You should be quietly writing that novel so you can be the first one in.
;-)

LOL@ the squick art!!!! You just made my day.
:-)

Bernita said...

LW,as I remember the Millenium fuss was about more than just a computer melt down.


Not sure just which one that might have been, Hampshire, because every couple of years some cult leader or another announces the End Times.

Naw, Chris, given the lead time, I would have needed to have already been submitting such a novel.
Glad you liked the fly paper!

December/Stacia said...

Ah, yes, those clever Mayans, whose mystical abilities to predict the End Times somehow totally failed them, seeing as how their calendar lasted a thousand years or so longer than they did.

December/Stacia said...

Oh, and don't forget about the Rapture! WE'LL BE HAVING THAT RAPTURE ANY DAY NOW!!

Bernita said...

~snicker~
That fact does put a bit of a crimp in the accuracy of that prediction, doesn't it, December!

The Rapture business is a bit ruptured too, methinks.

McKoala said...

'We're all going to die' certainly applies to all the poor little flies that blunder into your friend's place...

Bernita said...

McKoala, I wonder if such "artists" are taking recycling just a bit too far.

jason evans said...

Sometimes I want the apocalypse predictions to come true. At least it would wipe out the colossal stupidity of our species.

I'm making my own calendar. Year 1 is the cancellation of Ren and Stimpy.

writtenwyrdd said...

A world I've created for a WIP involves what might be considered the post-Rapture, depending on who in the world is doing the talking. I find the idea of being one of the "left behind" an interesting idea, especially for how someone would really take that. I mean, come on: Given human nature, it's more likely at least some christians "left behind" would assume that they were the ones taken, and others were left behind somewhere else.

Natasha Fondren said...

Apocalyptic movies and books don't do it for me, but I did hear somewhere that YA post-apocalyptic novels were an interest, a couple months back.

archer said...

My all time favorite apocalypse short story (can't find it anywhere now): Professor predicts sun will explode; academic colleagues laugh at him, publish papers saying he's an idiot. In the last scene he is looking through a telescope (suitably filtered, I assume):

Here it comes! The sun is swelling up like a tired rubber balloon.

I am glad.

I was never so glad of anything in my life.

Bernita said...

Now, Jason...sometimes I've been moved to consider the benefits of a partial apocalypse, though...

That would be most interesting, Written, especially about those who think they are the ones raptured to the "new Earth" and very surprised about some of their neighbours.

I find the exploration of the changed social parameters quite fascinating, Natasha, but the logic must be impeccable.

Tremendous ending, Archer!

BernardL said...

The picture - yuck! :)

Maybe we'll still be around for the coming Ice Age.

Remember this Y2K Nike Commercial - hilarious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QlOgVpmJmE

hampshireflyer said...

Archer - that rings a bit of a bell! Couldn't have been by Stephen Baxter, could it? (I think it also had a subplot about the scientist's brother...)

Whirlochre said...

I think the problems will start the day we run out of potential apocalypses.

Without any official Armageddon, it'll be an anarchic free-for-all.

archer said...

Bernita--LOL--yes, I wish I had written that.

Hampshireflyer--the story was in one of those Groff Conklin SF anthologies, maybe Possible Worlds of Science Fiction (New York: Vanguard Press, 1951; $50).

Bernita said...

Ice Age! Bernard, wash out your mouth - you know I'm hoping for global warming.

Whirl,I predict we'll run out of Doomsayers about the time we run out of idiots.