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According to people with a room-temperature IQ , tomorrow (or strictly speaking, later today) might mark the END OF THE UNIVERSE.
Or at the very least, the end of the world.
A part of me hopes this will actually happen, because these utterly subnormal simple-brained hairflaps deserve to be utterly wiped from existence, and I'm more than happy to take "one for the team" in this particular instance (assuming they are guaranteed WIPED OUT).
Now. Here's the thing. Tomorrow will be much like any other, independent of any high-energy impacts that might be occurring under Swiss soil. There will be traffic jams. You will run out of milk. Those eggs will continue to be slightly iffy. The universe, at least locally, will continue unperturbed.
Let's consider the evidence: The universe is a big place. Collisions at far higher energies must have taken place and continue to do so ALL OF THE TIME. And yet, we continue to exist! Even people who believe in ancient sky pixies and tooth fairies!
Nature is a cruel place indeed. I hope they choke on excessive enamel.
The only guarantee in life is increased entropy. Which makes me start thinking about entropic tax, and this can surely be no good to anyone.
Which reminds me: At my funeral, I want S-Club 7's "Don't Stop Moving" playing as my body wends its final journey into the fiery heart of the crematorium, whilst mourners look up at a massive blown-up photo of my gurning face with the caption "EPIC FAIL" underneath.
Anyway. I digress.
The big story coming out of tomorrow will be the LHC's failure to detect any bosons of the Higgs variety**.
** If I were a betting man. And only because the odds are several orders of magnitude better than the whole world evaporating in a black hole/strangelet soup-related event. Although if there are noodles, I could change my mind again.
Mmm. Quantum noodles. It's like punk never happened...