Oops...

Never mind...

Well, it's one minute after six p.m. here on the West Coast of the United States with no sign of the Rapture. No crushing earthquakes, no monster tsunamis, no tornadoes of fire -- just a pleasant spring day coming to a close. Looks like the Big Show has been kicked down the road a ways.

As Gomer Pyle used to say, "Surprise, surprise, surprise..."

Anybody out there sorely disappointed that our world has not yet come to a disastrous end -- and that you didn't leave all your clothes, cars, IPhones, and plasma screen TVs behind to join the Chosen Ones in their ascent to Heaven while the rest of us heathens and infidels suffer a thousand years of flaming torture -- might take some solace in this.

Just don't forget to bring a sense of humor.

If I didn't consider all those wild-eyed, much-too-sincere religious crackpots to be on the far end of complete insanity, I might feel sorry for them in their hour of spiritual letdown. But hey, don't get too depressed that our oh-so-troubled planet kept right on spinning through space despite all the Doomsday prophesies -- there's always next year.

Keep trying, and one of these days you're bound to be right -- after all, even a blind squirrel stumbles across an acorn every now and then.

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Enough of this foolishness. Vacation's over. With any luck this space will be back with something more pertinent to Industry life in Hollywood next week.