It's in the stars... or the goat entrails, I suppose

One of the problems with my History Channel addiction is that I get exposed to shows about Ancient Astronauts and Nostradamus. If we are to believe some of this stuff, there's about 18 months left until the destruction of the earth.

I'm not happy about that. I am sure I'm not alone in being unhappy about the pending end to existence. Still, some of you might actually be looking forward to it.

We recently missed out on a prediction regarding Judgment Day. Not a surprise, the preacher who predicted it didn't have the Mayan Calendar or Nostradamus on his side. He just made some kind of math calculation based on the Bible. Not sure how Nostradamus did his. He was French so I don't think I'd understand his logic anyway. The French march to the beat of some drummer I can't hear.

I want you to understand that I don't believe in these seers. I am, first and foremost, cynical and skeptical... not necessarily in that order. Still, I am fascinated by the predictions. When I was a young lad, I read an article about Jeane Dixon and a prediction that someone born in the Middle East in 1962 would have a great impact on the world. Here is the prediction: "A child, born somewhere in the Middle East shortly after 7 a.m. (EST) on February 5, 1962, will revolutionize the world. Before the close of the century he will bring together all mankind in one all-embracing faith."

Obviously, that didn't happen. At least, I don't recall anything like that happening before 2000. Did I miss it somehow? Still, I am fascinated by the predictions. Obviously, I am not alone. Books, movies, and TV shows exploit the fascination.

Are we intrigued by our possible demise? Is it actually an offshoot of the fear of annihilation?

I'll have to consult my Ouija Board.