Is this Your Neighbor? Bet you are glad you don't have their Electric Bill

It is Random Tuesday Thoughts time, and I have had a whole bunch of things running around inside my head the last few days.

Have any of you been into one of the Home Improvement stores lately? I think Lowes and Home Depot are having a contest to see who can sell the most stuff people can put on their lawn for any reason.

I really believe the Electric companies are behind this craziness to sell every power sucking idea they can come up with to the gullible consumer.

I don't mind the Christmas spirit, but really, some of these people are going too far. If the International Space Station can see your house without using a zoom lens, I think you have gone over the edge.

I appreciate the well done, attractive display as much as anybody, but some of these look like the participants are trying to push the Nuclear Reactor down near Pottstown to the limit. I can see the steam cloud from that baby from my house, and even at more than 30 miles, I think it is bigger than normal this time of year.

My real beef here is that some people leave their decorations on all night. There's nothing like having your neighbors 10,000 kilowatt flashing reindeer beaming from his roof through the drapes of your bedroom window all night, is there? The place for that stuff is Disney world, not your local neighborhood.

I hate being all Grinch like, but show some restraint people. It is a good thing Christmas doesn't happen in the summer when everybody has the AC on, we would probably have rolling blackouts at night from the drain on the power grid.

I personally don't want to get a quadruple digit electric bill in January, so whatever decorations I put up I put on a timer. They go on at dusk at shut off around ten. I don't believe I have an inalienable right to bother my neighbors with any possible glow of lights into their house while they are trying to sleep at night. But that's just me, Chris Casey, Mr. Considerate.

So here's my hope for a Merry Christmas. I like the lights, but please show some taste. And if you can't outdo your neighbors, do this: Buy stock in the Electric Company. It might be the only bright spot you can really appreciate.

My version of Random Tuesday Blogging!

Hey everybody!

Welcome to my contribution to the Blogosphere's Random Tuesday extravaganza!

If you check out my Blogroll, you will see some wonderful, humorous bloggers who live all over the United States, Canada, and in one case, Australia.

I enjoy their contributions to Random Tuesday thoughts, so I decided I needed to share mine.

My chosen topic for today is all the useless brouhaha over the coming Apocalypse on December 21, 2012. The same group of doomsayers who warned us about Ronald Wilson Reagan (6 letters in each of his names that is 666!), and then warned us about Nostradamus and the year 2000 computer meltdown (Y2K Lookout!) are now pointing to the Mayan calendar as the messenger as doom, and this new movie should be taken as a warning!

Here is my explanation for why the Mayan calendar ends on that date:

Something happened to, or with the guy who was drawing it.

Who is to say he didn't go home that night and have a heart attack in his sleep, or trip and hit his head on a stone? My favorite possible explanation, and the one I feel most likely to be true, is that Mr Mayan Calendar maker didn't get paid. That's right, I would bet the Mayan civilization went bankrupt trying to bring about universal shaman care for all its citizens, and Mr Calendar maker stopped working on it because he wasn't going to take anymore I.O.U's from their Social security trust fund.

I would also like to point out that numbers are a creation of man. Numbers and days only mean what we want them to mean. Why do you think people read their Horoscopes? We don't have a clue, but we like the idea that we do, even when the truth is we don't.

Nostradamus had no clue, he was just writing down what the drugs were telling him. The same goes for the book of Revelation, it was one person's vision of the future, just like the Mayan calendar. I like the Classic Rock group Dire Straights, and in their song "Industrial disease" there is a line, "two men say they're Jesus, one of them must be wrong."

Damn straight! Those guys had it right. With all these crazy doomsayers, I like to believe they are all wrong.

That's my random Tuesday thought. I hope to have them for many more years, but if you believe the Mayans, you only have Three more and three weeks to put up with any of it.

They say trouble comes in threes. Maybe I should post this at 9 pm, to add three hours to that.

Three years, Three weeks, and three hours until doomsday. Now I am part of the conspiracy! Boolyah!