So today is our last day before the world is destroyed by a black hole which will inevitably be created by that giant ring in Switzerland called the Large Hadron Collider. What does it say about us all that at the brink of doom we’re all scrambling frantically—not to save ourselves from oblivion—but to come up with the best puerile sex puns from the words “black hole”, “ring”, and that oh-so-amusing anagram of “hadron”?
I for one welcome our new Swiss overlords and I’m looking forward to getting a dumbed-down and misreported version of whatever it might be that they find out in a few months’ time.
I had to deal with a very panicked ten year old who’d been told by his science teacher the world was ending Wednesday. I managed not to break down/crack up.
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That’s just cruel. I mean, adults who fall for that rubbish deserve a little panic, but children will accept whatever you tell them so telling them the world will end sounds like a bad idea.
Anyway, it’s not really ending until October.