I don't know about you, but I think all of this talk about doom and gloom on December 21st, 2012 is a load of hooey. Moreover, it really bothers me to think that I may have only six months left with my son Jack. Doomsday prophecies come and go (hey, remember Harold Camping?), but we seem to be fixated on this one much in the same way we were with the millennium and Y2K. Why?