The end is nigh...

Or so some people believe...

I broke down a while back and called the cable guy, who in an impressive feat of scaling fences, walls and poles... and operating a drill straight out of that Brian DePalma film the title of which I can't remember... hooked me back into the mainstream media. I've spent the last three months watching mostly highbrow stuff like Comedy Central, Adult Swim, and HGTV, and wondering why I suffered under the delusion that something had been missing in my life.

Of course there are those odd anthropological delights, like Intervention and Hoarders. There are cultural studies like Billy the Exterminator. I have mostly, however, been disappointed with the fare. There are few programs that I make it a point to watch regularly, and none that I can honestly say I look forward to.

That's why I nearly jumped from the sofa in delight when I saw that there will be a documentary addressing one of my pet topics.

The Apocalypse!

LIVIN' IN THE APOCALYPSE (click here)

It's not that I really believe that it's coming, or even care. In fact...

It's the people, though, that fascinate me. I am simultaneously drawn to and repelled by the seemingly growing number of people who believe that we are, at any moment, going to be facing the fire. That whether by God, or death comet, or nuclear holocaust, it's coming, and we'd best be prepared! They are a special breed and I cannot turn away from any program or article or book that features them. They range from rugged survivalists, to cults, and as evidenced by events earlier this year, otherwise regular folks who are prone to media driven hysteria.

I know, from a personal standpoint, that if things get that rough, I'd rather go in the first wave than to be trapped in a bunker or cave with any of these people. Call it misanthropy but just look at some of the photos in that article, or scroll back a couple months to the Rapture Hype. No, I think I'd rather put on some proper Apocalypse music... maybe Motorhead... kick back, and die. The thought of sitting underground munching Dinty Moore, cleaning my rifle and reading the Bible just doesn't appeal to me.

And I would really miss some of you.

Most of you.

I will, in the meantime, await the premier of Livin' In The Apocalypse impatiently. Thank you, Cable Guy.

Thank you.