Well, it seems that crazy old coot Harold Camping is at it once again. You know, the guy who predicted the end of the world – a.k.a. the Rapture – back in May. This time around, however, the end-of-times is scheduled for Oct. 21, which, I must say, is downright depressing.

You see, I had big plans for the weekend ... road trip, big wedding for one of my best friends, you know, that sort of thing. Then again, a quick look at Camping’s record and you’ll see the man is, if I’m not mistaken, batting a big fat .000 when it comes to reading God’s mind (it turns out his last day of judgment prediction, five months ago, was more of a “soft” opening, rather than the official grand opening set for Friday).

In other words, May’s Rapture event was a spiritual one, according to Camping, versus the Armageddon-type, fire and brimstone, dogs begin to bark and cats begin to howl variety. Kind of like decaf versus your favorite house blend, diet Pepsi versus that throwback stuff that’s made with Real Cane Sugar and Arena Football versus the NFL.

All I can say is ... oh my, does that all-mighty, immortal being in the sky have a sense of humor or what?