Like everything else, it's completely inane.

There's something about the end of the world that I look forward to.

With so much going on in the world, not to mention the meltdown of everyone's spending power, it's hard to feel sunny on warm August days like today.

All this, coupled with the Minnesota bridge collapse, speaks to the impermanent nature of...well...just about everything, right? When it comes right down to it, you can't predict what's going to happen in life, let alone your own little sphere of existence.

In which case, send flowers. Someone out there could sure use them.