I heard on the radio today that we could be entering the sixth great extinction period that the planet has known--the last one since the end of the age of the dinosaurs. The difference between this moment in history and the five extinctions that have proceeded it is that, as the dominant form of life on Earth, we humans could make a difference and possibly help reverse the process of devolution.
In light of these possibilities, Fakiegrind will take some time off to reconsider its mandate, meditate on the best way to proceed with whatever time is left, and turn off lights in an effort to conserve energy. The Danceark project will need to be completed; we're still looking for living practitioners of the Pee-Wee Herman, The Charlston Slouch, The Astro-Twist and the Twisted Sister. Also, the Mix Tape Time Capsule project still needs a few vintage homemade music mixes before we bury the titanium box for posterity.
What else? Oh yes; we're all immortal. I learned this from a wandering shaman the other day. We've all been here for ever and ever and we always will be. At least that's what this fellow told me before asking to borrow five dollars. Also, people will tell you that action figures are worth more if you keep them in their packages--but the market is actually flooded, and at the end of the world you're going to wish you opened those toys, and played with them a little, instead of hanging them all on your wall like some kind of hardcore collector geek.
Well, I guess that's it. 5400 "Thank You"s to everyone who dropped by. A special thanks to all the Fakie Agents for their comments and contributions. I'd also like to thank the Academy of Unemployed Bloggers for giving me the opportunity to spout my mad ravings to the masses. And thanks to my parents for reading each morning, even before they opened the newspaper.
Well then, as Stan (The Man) Lee said,
(oh yeah, and stay old!)