I dunno, 6/6/06 seemed to pass quietly enough.
According to those wacky aztecs, we've got a surprise pick from three possible apocalypses: Fire, flood, or a rain of panthers.
PANTHERS, FUCK YEAH!
AURORA BEAM, FUCK YEAH!
As you might guess, I'm holding out for the panthers.
To tell you the truth, I find it silly to worry about when the world might end. There's plenty to be scared of closer to home. If the world decides to end, I'd be totally fine with that; if anything, it'd be less to worry about.
There's no point killing yourself over something none of us would have control over. Worrying about whether or not the world will end is like worrying about whether or not your house will be hit by a meteor; you can't stop it from happening, and when it does, there's no point worrying anymore.