Apocalypse Now?

Today is June 6th, '06 (6,6,06), and apparently hospitals are trying to prevent any babies from being born on this day, for what are obvious yet ridiculous reasons. Anyway, so today at school we had a discussion on the Apocalypse. Danielle said that today was supposedly Doom's Day, but then I pointed out that wouldn't it have made more sense to have it on the 6th of June, 6 AD? Derek mentioned that there are supposed to be 666 things that lead up to the end of the world. My tally of bad things humans have done is in the high trillions, by now. Anyway, I said that it was thought to be happening that day back when I was in grade 7 and all the planets were perfectly lined up in orbit, and that it would be way better (and more amusing, up until the point where we all die) if God just held it on a day that no one saw coming. One day, God get's up and is like "Arrrgh, another Monday. Frick, I think I'll just explode the universe." Or "TMIF, time to blow up Earth!" (TMIF=Thank Me It's Friday). As the conversation progressed, I thought it would be so funny (again, up until the point where I was engulfed in fire and brimstone) if it happened by accident. Here is the scene in my head...for which I am probably going to Hell.

*God is rumaging around in fridge, making a huge Scooby-Doo style sandwich. As he backs up, he loses his balance and bumps into a red button on the wall (not unlike the Staples Easy button) and thus, the apocalypse occurs.*
God: Holy fu-! Damn...oh...that looked like it hurt...
*several minutes go by*
God: Huh...well...that's the end of that...guess I'll have to rebuild the world. Jesus! Jesus, get in here, it's time for take two!
Jesus: *from another room* But Daa-aad, I'm playing a video game! I'll mow the lawn of the Garden of Eden tomorrow!
God: Now, son! I have to start the planet earth from scratch, then you have to go down there and die for all of humanity's sins again!
Jesus: But Daaaaad, I'm on level twelve of Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas!
God: Jesus, if you don't get here immediately I swear I will ground you for a millenia!
Jesus: *reluctantly stomping in* Fine! Jesus Christ, I didn't ask to be immaculately concieved...
God: Do not use your own name in vain, young man.

And so on.
Yeah, so pretty much that is the most offensive of my blog entries to date. But I think God has a sense of humour, and besides, it's not like he's going to read it and get any ideas. The fact that I suggested that God reads my blog is ridiculous. Wouldn't he read like...I dunno...Stephen Harper's blog or something of consequence?
But in any case, God, if you do read this, I have nothing but respect for you, and please don't get any ideas. I like not having my organs turn to sulfur and my skin peeling off.
Also, on a completely different non-Apocalypse related note, it was Kevin's birthday yesterday, and although I spoke to him (duh) I didn't blog. So now a very public if not ever so slightly late Happy Birthday to Kevin! Yay! I love oo!