It's The End Of The World As We Know It... And I Feel Fine

Sunday afternoon. I was transferring between the A and the N at Times Square, which involved a looooong underground walk between 7th and 8th Avenues. Every time I go through that tunnel, there are people handing out fliers about the end of the world. According to them, it's supposed to be ending on May 18, 2011. Perhaps I should start working on my bucket list? Anyhow, today, for the second time, I witnessed one of the end-of-worlders go up to someone in order to pass out a pamphlet, only to be rebuffed with the words, "I'm sorry, the world is actually going to end in June." (Actually, the first time this happened, it may have been a different date, but the gist is the same.) The two got into a very polite but highly convicted argument about the actual expiration date for our planet. (Or is it the universe? I'm never sure what they really mean by "the world". Somehow the science of it seems to be... lacking.) I continued walking, but turned around before taking the at the end of the corridor, and they were still deep in discussion. I think that they should both start handing out pamphlets, and hire a bookie to take bets on who's right. I guess it might be hard to collect one's winnings, though...