Three Fake-Outs We're Glad Weren't True

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!! The sky is falling! Didn't you hear about it? It was totally on the news. The Mayans wrote about it in their calendar, and John Cusak confirmed it. And my mom works with this guy whose brother works at the White House, and he said that there's a press conference this Wednesday to move the Department of Homeland Security's threat level to red because THE SKY IS GOING TO FALL!

Don't you hate when you get fooled? We do too. And it's always about something really big, like THE END OF THE WORLD. We're sure glad these three predictions were wrong, though:

Y2K

Prediction: At the stroke of midnight on January 1, 2000, all computers in the world would be unable to recognize the date, due to the fact that during the Cold War, short-sighted computer programmers who thought we were all going to die by in a nuclear calamity before the turn of the millennium used only two-digit codes to indicate years (so 1999 was 99, but 2000 was 00). The computers would burst into flames, leaving planes to land themselves, trains to drive themselves, and your term paper to write itself. Mass chaos would ensue.

Reality: You felt very foolish kissing dorky Timmy Doffmeyer at midnight thinking it was your last chance to kiss someone before a satellite, unmoored from its computer brain, would drop from the sky, killing you (and Timmy). No satellite crash occurred, and Timmy Doffmeyer would not leave you alone for the next six months.

The Large Hadron Collider Black Hole

Prediction: On September 10, 2008, scientists who created the world's largest high-energy particle accelerator underground in Switzerland would screw us all when they turned their massive machine on and created a black hole of antimatter that would suck the world in and spit it out like a chicken bone. That or we would all become strangelets.

Reality: On September 10, 2008 you sat through Mr. Wood's lecture on Hamlet and had a Hot Pocket for your afterschool snack.

Snow in the South

Prediction: I've lived in the South almost all my life, and every winter, without fail, some yokel on the local news forecasts the biggest snow storm EVER. Cities deploy phalanges of snow plows, sand becomes a hot commodity, kids dream about how many days of school they will get off, and fights ensue in supermarkets over the last loaf of bread and carton of milk (why is it always bread and milk?)

Reality: Flurries and milk sandwiches for two weeks.

Have you ever freaked about a prediction that turned out to be totally false?

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