Surprise, we're all still here. While the Mayan calendar ended (without a bang or any fanfare, mind you) on Friday, we all went about our days as if it wasn't the end of days. From work to play and Facebook to Twitter, lots of people put their two cents in about the Armageddon-that-wasn't. An aval ... More >>
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