I was reading one of the many “Hey, the apocalypse didn’t happen” news articles over this past weekend—following the no-show from Jesus Christ on the day the much-publicized group Family Radio said he’d be doing that whole second-coming thing—and there was a truck driver who’d taken off work to drive…

I was driving yesterday down I-95 South in Connecticut, coming back from a weekend of Mothers Day family whathaveyou, and I must have seen five or six billboards advertising the end of the world as May 21, 2011. You’d think by now that kind of thing would sell itself and…

The expectation was always that, as I got older, the world around me would start to make more sense. Like there was some kind of bar graph, and as the one side showed my dwindling (now dwindled) youth, the other—in addition to charting the area occupied by my beer gut—would…