Don't play tag with waves

While strolling through the park one day

In the merry merry month of May

I was taken by surprise

By a pair of roguish eyes

In a moment my poor heart was stole away

In actuality, it wasn't a park.  It was the beach.  And it wasn't May on my mind, but instead, those stupid, ancient Mayans (couldn't even predict their own demise!).  And it wasn't roguish eyes, which would have been nice, but rogue waves that were crashing through the chasms of my mind.

In fact, I have been to the beach every day this year.  Let's see how long that streak can last.  Anyway, I was down Aliso way, watching the progeny skim the sea like it subsided for his own satisfaction.  I came across a sign warning of tsunami hazard.  This really made me appreciate living in California, the all-action/all-the-time state.  If the apocalypse is encroaching, then we could get hit by tsunamis, earthquakes, nuclear fallout from nearby SanO, or all of the above. Like Gomez sings, I've got options...I like to be surprised by my End Times.  

Even so, heed this reminder:  Don't play tag with waves.  And NEVER turn your back on waves.  They think it's rude, even if they are rogue.