The World is Ending
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It all started New Year's Eve when I went to tune into the countdown. (Which is really weird to watch in L.A. since all the countdowns are in New York and happened three hours earlier. It kinda makes it feel fake knowing that most of those people counting on screen are already stuck in traffic trying to get home.) To my dismay, this is what I had to choose from:
These two surely must be two of the horseman of the apocalypse. Ryan Seacrest, representing Death and riding on his trusty mount, Paula Abdul. Carson Daly, embodying the full force of Pestilence (is there a better example of a plague than the teens on TRL?) riding his well muscled Britney Spears fanboy. What other reason could there be to have two such calming vapid men host our transition to the New Year if it wasn't to make us more serene and accepting of our fate.
Of course, if this really was the end of the world we would need two more horseman, War and Famine. Why hey! Look who it is over there:
Labels: end of the world, new year's