We’re all gonna die.
These things happen.
Today is Friday the 13th, second month in a row.
Do you have any idea how rare that is?
Its like a unicorn being gang raped by a leprechaun and Santa Claus, and they all have winning lottery tickets
I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I don’t remember the last time there was Friday the 13th two months in a row.
I have had a few people tell me I am being superstitious and paranoid.
Hey, I don’t make the rules.
To paraphrase, Hate the game, not the scared player hiding under his bed.
There are those that say that Friday the 13th is just a day like any other day.
Yeah, and there are those that are against vaccinations too.
Perfect example, I got out of bed on Friday the 13th last month and immediately slammed my baby toe into the dresser.
Need I say more?
I can hear the doubters right now “That proves nothing. “
Fine, I’ll say more.
Not more than 5 minutes later, I got a papercut.
I NEVER get paper cuts, I have skin like a lizard.
If you still doubt me even in the face of empirical evidence, here is the final piece of proof.
I lost my car keys. LOST MY CAR KEYS! Are you bastards even listening?!?!
So for the second Friday in the 13th in a row? Screw it, I am not going out of the house today.
I have thought long and hard, employed rational thought, common sense and a little immigrant wisdom, and here is what I have come up with.
Drinking coffee and hiding under the bed.
Go ahead and laugh, but when the land around us is a charred pile of rubble, I will be probably still be hiding out, having coffee.
Will there be Starbucks in the wastelands of the future? Magic 8-ball says it seems likely.
God forbid I have to make my own, then I know we’re screwed.
Did the movie Mad Max teach us nothing?
For those not in the know, Mad Max was Mel Gibson’s first movie. (This was back before he became a misogynistic, anti-semitic, racist who evidently didn’t know that the red light is blinking when you are being recorded. See also Donald Sterling.)
And it was a low budget post apocalyptic car and violence fest set in Australia.
What did we learn from it?
First, without franchise coffee houses, the people descend into anarchy and join punk rock biker gangs.
Second, when the shit goes down, Australia is the last place you wanna be.
Although I hear Syndey is lovely in season.
Could the apocalypse be moved to Southern California?
The weather is better and there is a Starbucks on every corner.
It would make the wasteland much more pleasant.
So, that is what today is all about.
Hiding, drinking coffee and trying to figure out which post-apocalyptic coffee houses will have wifi.
Thank God for Keurig, the pod coffee machine.
It makes an acceptable cup.
Trust me, you don’t want my drip coffee.
If the coffee depends on me, I inadvertently make it strong enough to give a meth-head the shakes.
That is not enough of an ability to make me a warlord of the coming wasteland, but it does have me stockpiling Keurig.
To sum up, Coffee, nuclear holocaust, Australia, and support the troops.
We all on the same page now?
And, if you are stupid enough to go outside on Friday the 13th, despite all my warnings, don’t come running to me when all hell breaks loose.
If you are set upon by rabid dogs, gangs of Chicago children (Like a finishing school for murderers that place) or a Jehova witness stops you to force a copy of the Watchtower on you, you had it coming.
And if anyone is looking for me, I will be under the bed.
Nursing my coffee like a Canadian baby on a United Airlines flight. (Google it, people! Do I have to do everything for you?)