I personally hope we’ve reached the point where we honestly expect the electric companies and other such institutions to dick with us. Then, if they do absolutely nothing, somehow the silence will be even more horrifying than anything they could’ve done. Every hour that passes, you wonder if that’s the hour they’re gonna play you. Tick, tock, tick, tock. You sit there, waiting. Nothing happens. Everyone in the world goes to bed and falls asleep at midnight in their timezone, incredibly disappointed, their ambitions and willingness to party suddenly drained from their spririts leaving nothing but emptiness and woe.

December 22nd 2012, there are millions and millions of party hats scattered across the globe. Lying on the ground, on top of cars, in boxes of cereal. Just party hats everywhere. And that’s when we know.

The Mayans just ripped a hole through the seventh dimension, took over the world, and had the greatest party of all time.

And we weren’t invited.