The End and The Mess

Since I haven’t had much to talk about on here lately, figured I might as well go ahead and let ya’ll in on whats been floating around my head as of this last week or so. For some reason,  my brain has been fixating on the apocalypse and super powers. Not necessarily at the same time, mind you, but they’ve both grabbed a hold and refused to let go. I think I’m going to focus on the end of the world for today, and leave super powers be for the moment.

The Apocalypse has managed to get me working on two very different short stories about the End of the World as we know it (And before you ask, no, you can’t read them, probably not even when they’re completely finished. Ok maybe, but only if you ask nicely). I’m still not sure whats got my brain chugging along on such fare, but I’m far from the only one. I’d say most of humanity has, or had at one time, a fascination on how this shit we call life is going to come to a screeching halt.

I mean think about it, how many movies, games and books are there out there about this same thing? Hell, as soon as man started creating nuclear bombs and other equally scary shit, the genre took the hell off. And all the different ways people have written about; Asteroids, Earthquakes, Global Warming, Plagues, Bombs, Bio-warfare, Aliens, Fucking solar flares (if you believe some of the 2012 crackpots), and we can’t forget cell phones or the fucking wind, courtesy of Good old Mr.’s King and Shamalamalaman or however the fuck you say it (Cell and The Happening, respectively. Catch the former, miss the latter if you hope to have any further use out of your brain).

So what is it about the end of the world thats got us so fucking fascinated? What is it that makes us want to stand on the edge of oblivion (or at least pretend to) and look out at the ending of everything our works have wrought?

No seriously, any of ya’ll have an idea? Cause I really don’t have a fucking clue.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big ole abyss to stare into and see if any idea’s on the stories shake loose.

Good night, and thank you for visiting The Dakster’s brain.

P.S. In case you were wondering, 2012 is a crock of shit. Penn and Teller told me so.