It's The End of the World As We Know It

My travels today have been positively apocalyptic:

I saw the photos (once again) of the rubbish strewn rivers (planet's fucked guys) in India and The Phillipines; I had the (presumably now outdated) exponential times video - from which I took an underlying 'the singularity approaches' vibe.  I've just finished Promethea Book Two - Alan Moore suggests 2017.  We'll see.

Stumbling on, Impact event was the order of the day.  We all get proper fucked by a big rock burning 10 km of the surface of the planet off.  How it's happened half a dozen times before and realistically it's only a matter of time...  Nice graphics and sound track though - bit like watching a nicely choreographed and scored genocide, but there you go.  This was coincidental, because I had only purchased Dark Side of the Moon, the previous night after discovering it was a missing part of my collection.  I explored more monetising options at my music site.

Vanity and desperation are a dangerous combination.  The vanity of having readers or needing readers and having to drum them up to click on the links and generate the pennies.  250 followers for free.

I stumble on.  The Singularity.  The galaxy is going to get right royally assimilated by Andromeda - we'll be sucked in or span-off.  Not for 10 billion years or so though.  And, incidentally, Black Holes are both common throughout the universe and sort of, in a round about way, necessary flaws for the creation of galaxies.  A bit like necessary evils, an Unfinished, Discoloured or Other Fault in the essence of the universe.

[I thank you. Ahem]

My Twitter stream should be showing R.E.M. - End of the World and Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon (tracks).  Edward Woodward is The (soon to be departed) Fool.

Away from all this I've been slaughtering CSS and XHTML standards to dire effect all day only to find I've forgotten my password.

Welcome to the disappointment.