It's the end of the world...

I wonder how Harold Camping, his devoted followers (some of whom blew their savings buying fancy cars and expensive vacations they never expected to have to pay for), and the millions of schmucks who sent him money are going to feel tomorrow around 6:10? (Most things don't actually start right on the dot.)

Back in college, one of our local radio stations changed formats. For two straight days, they played only one song: "It's the end of the world as we know it" by REM. I feel like that might be a good thing to do tomorrow, just listen to that song all day.  I can't hear that song and not dance, so it would provide some good exercise for me.