Cats. Cute and cuddly? or Space Menace?

Has anyone else ever noticed that Hans Solo looks a hell of alot like a young Harrison Ford? It blows my mind every time.

Anyway today's Spill will feature the number 5, 7 and all the vowels. So hold on to your seats, your cats, your hats and your beards, because shits about to get real...

So, word on the street is that the end of the world is upon us. A mere month or so away as I hear it. Now I, a lot like many people, have a problem with this. After all the end of the world is kind of a big deal, and ruins many peoples plans for... you know... the future and stuff. But my biggest concern is not so much the destruction of humanity (twas inevitable anyway) or the annihilation of everything mankind has worked so hard to create (Some of mankind. Babies don't seem to help out much), no, my concern is...Who is on clean up duty?
It's a bit unfair don't you think? I don't know if you have noticed, but the world is quite a large place. There is heaps of things in it. In fact there is quite literally everything in it. (I know what you're thinking. 'But Alex, what about the planets? The stars? The sun? The universe!?', to which I like to point out, we have Pizza Planet, Angelina Jolie, a Newspaper, and Universal Studios. I know they're not quite the same, but for the sake of this spill and to make a point, they are.) Now I don't know how the world is going to come to its demise, I may have not being paying attention at the time the statement was released, or it could be that no one really knows. Either way, everyone seems to be sure it going to happen, but no one it seems is really sure on the details. This means that the end of the world could range from anything from; Total and utter obliteration of the entire planet, reducing everything to dust and rubble. To; 7 people faint world wide because the planet gets slightly warmer, however as some sort of freak coincidence, all 7 people work in nuclear weapon silos, and as they fall, all of their faces slam onto a computer key board, and by absolute chance, they mash the in the launch codes which let fly the nukes, destroying a lot of expensive things. Like life. So Either way there is going to be a big ass mess.
Now I want to know who is the poor bastard who is going to be in charge of cleaning it up? When the damn cat knocks over my legos, I have to clean it up myself! Does this mean some overlord-like deity has to as well? Because I tell you whenever the cat knocked my Legos over, I was not happy about cleaning it up.

This is why I have come to the conclusion that the world is not going to come to an end. Because quite simply, I doubt anybody wants to clean it up. There is a lot of it. It's probably quite time consuming. I imagine bits of the world don't come out of clothes very well, you know. Just because some Mayan bloke in a fancy bone skirt decides the world should probably end on a certain date, doesn't mean we should all freak out about it. I think there probably are some higher deities watching over us... But just to make sure we don't make a fucking mess.


Then again, maybe that's what black holes are for. God vacuums!


Anyway that is my spill for this evening.

Alex.

...Oh and, 5.