And speaking of the devil, remember last June 6th, when everyone had a jolly drunken satanic time because the numerical date was 6.6.06. Well, now it seems like the out-there Christians (as opposed to the nice Christians, Betsy) are stealing the idea and making July 7th (7.7.07 geddit?) some major prayer event. That it turns out to be the Rapture is probably too much to hope for. I also recall, from 1977, the Rastafarians have some highly negative issues about mixing up sevens. (Heavy manners.) Thus I would, with all due courtesy, suggest to all you snake handling, tongue talkers to proceed with a measure of caution. Meanwhile I’m sticking with 12.21.12 – but more of that later when I explain how I can wax incredibly enthusiastic about something in which I don’t believe. Hell, that’s easy. I spent half a decade writing nosferatu novels.