Looking back at one's early childhood, you can readily point to a nucleus of events or moments in pop culture which left a permanent mental imprint. So strong that, in your formative years, these become a frame of reference for everything that comes after.
I recall fondly my first visit to the Best Page in the Universe, especially the thoughtful, damn funny critiques of children's artwork. I love children's artwork, all children draw the same way. It's one of those universal truths of human beings that goes beyond culture and boarders.
From the sharp pain firing through my skull on this fine New Year's Day, I can tell that 2012 is upon us. Which means as we get closer to “dooms day,” you can’t read a newspaper or turn on the TV without hearing all of that end of the world shit.