Dear Ancient Mayan Calendar Makers,

I realize your job may have gotten a bit boring filled with a whole lot of repetition.  It couldn’t have been easy to carve those little symbols into stone.  I imagine hand cramps were a hazard of the job.  Hopefully, you received a just compensation for all your effort.

When you made your calendar, you probably had no idea the chaos you’d cause.  The worry.  I mean, making a calendar that lasted thousands of years was going above and beyond the call of duty.  Perhaps you figured it was good enough.  After all, you covered your days, your children’s days, your grandchildren’s days, and even your great-grandchildren’s days – what more could we want?

I don’t blame you for choosing the first day of winter as the final day.  It is one short, bleak, dark day.  If I were to choose a day to end all days it would probably be the same.

My only beef with this whole thing is the fact the last, final, ultimate day will be on a Friday.  Was this a conspiracy with your CEO of calendars?  Make sure us peons finish the work week before being wiped off the face of the planet.  To top it off, it happens to be my last day of work before I start a vacation for the rest of the year.

Not cool, Mayans, not cool.

Here’s what the smarty-pants at NASA have to say about all this hub-bub.