Robot Army Assemble!

We are now two days away from the Mayan Apocalypse and still typecasting from an undisclosed location on a mysterious machine.

That would be December 19.  Too little sleep and not enough Thin Mints...

Gojira vs. the Mayan Destructors!

Godzilla is back and he's mad!  But can he save us from the Mayan Destructors?

Agent Svetlana Optima is still on the job and has gotten close enough to watch the terror unfold.

No two bit Mayan robot monster thing is going to stomp San Francisco!  That's Godzilla's job!

The Vintage Technology Obsessions team was pretty optimistic when the photos started coming in over the satellite uplink.  Godzilla has some new and unexpected tricks!  Sure, he vacillates between being for or being against human civilization, but today he is with us and that is all that matters.

Ha!  Take that, Destructors!  Godzilla now has Atomic Balls of Doom at his command!

The photos gave us a lot of hope.  Godzilla has faced much worse.  Mecha Godzilla almost did him in.  The King of Monsters will not be denied!

And then a message was delivered from the office to our underground lair:

That's it.  Three more days and it's over.  We don't even know what happened to that brave giant robot who did battle with these same Destructors yesterday.  Godzilla didn't even slow them down.

The EMP from the last atomic blast took down Svetlana's sat comm.  At least the Stasi built up their agents' resistance to radiation.  She is a survivor.  We should be so lucky.

Seventy-two hours and counting...

Mayan Destructors on the Move?

It is so hard to keep mysterious black typewriters dust free!

Typecasting the Mayan Apocalypse in Style!

Just a reminder, the form of The Destructor was revealed on this very blog on December 15th.  I am happy to report that I have now gone through two boxes of frozen Thin Mints and a dozen chocolate iced crullers from Dunkin' Donuts.  Healthy?  Most likely not, but who cares when the world is coming to an end in five days!

Mayan Apocalypse: It's On!

Bad news, readers.  After snarkily dismissing the Mayan prediction that the world ends on December 21st, I have to eat a big helping of crow.  The National Geographic "B" team struck unfortunate pay dirt in another Guatemalan cave.

The world WILL END on December 21st, and the Mayans even showed the form of the Destructor back in the 5th Century B.C.

Sorry to bum you all out this close to Christmas.  But it doesn't appear Christmas is coming in any way we would have expected.  It will most likely look like this.

Have a great most-of-a-week-that's-left.  I'm going to sign off now and eat a few boxes of frozen Girl Scout Thin Mints.  I suggest you do the same.

12/12/12 : Scenes from the End Times

Once again, I must apologize for a hastily constructed blog entry.  However, it has been brought to my attention that today's date is full of awesome number orderliness.  It is a repetitive pattern that will never be repeated in our lifetimes!

This is especially true given that the Mayans said the world would end on December 21st.  Bummer.

Presumably, the end times will be interesting in a chaotic way until the Earth splits asunder and we are consumed by the inner fire.  Or something like that.  I've tried to imagine what December 21st might look like and have drawn from an ample inventory of photos taken in junk rest homes to share with you, the gentle reader.

So there you have it.  Apparently, only the strong will survive.  Mostly.

My Spousal Unit commented that perhaps this image collection had gone a bit too far.  To that I say we must face The End with as much mirth as we can muster!  I sincerely wish everyone of you a pleasant last week or so on this poor, doomed planet.

The Print Shop Saves the Day!

I have to confess to a bit of a blogging dry spell as of late.  I've had too much travel and more than a few kid events over the last two weeks.  I promise to arrange my thoughts into something vaguely coherent in the near future.  Until then, I present you with evidence of a (mostly) dead brand and a bit of quaint computing technology.

Not surprisingly, I found this early Mac detritus in a thrift store.  Today, we all take 300 DPI laser printed documents for granted.  In 1989, not so much.  Check out that super sexy mouse! 

My favorite bit of advertising puffery:  "You don't have to be an artist to use The Print Shop.  However, after just a few minutes, The Print Shop will unleash your creativity and make you look like an artist without even trying."

I am impressed at the grammatical accuracy exhibited on this box.  It appears that True Nerds were at the helm of the Broderbund empire.  You'll have to pretend that the "o" has a slash through it.

I kept the tractor feed paper for typing fun and recycled the box.  It was a semi-happy trip down memory lane.