Non-issue of the Century. *Yawn*
Hype. Forget money, Hype makes the world go 'round. The Da Vinci Code, for example. Months on the best-seller list; a feature film notorious almost solely for its chief actor's horrific HAIRDO; and endless mentions in media and around the water cooler. All a product of phenomenal hype. DVC is a laborious read, with prose as thick as rebarred concrete and a plot last seen wandering shoeless and half-mad in the Yukon.
Halfway through a novel laden with flavor-of-the month, fashionable conspiracy theories, I had to put the damned thing down, realizing that the book was not what hype had set it down to be. It was neither Earth-moving nor convention-bucking. The swarm of moths known as humankind had found its latest flame to be drawn to, largely bought sight unseen due to word of mouth.
"Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups", says the Demotivators poster extolling Idiocy.
American Idol, and its self-important, no-talent ass-clowns.
Snakes on A Plane .
And now, the flavor-of-the-week, 6/6/6. Leave it to the flock of sheep-cum-the human race, to consider this an issue. Before word starting filtering out that Zarqawi finally got greased, this was The Story of the week. Never mind that you can express the date any number of ways, that it's only 2006 by OUR (arbitrarily) designed calendar, etc. This goes for the parcel of dipshits who believe in Numerology , too.
Spare me the end-of-the-world polemics. Get back to work, slackers.