In case you had forgotten, Harold Camping — whose ramblings single-handedly resurrected the billboard advertising business — was only kidding about that whole everyone dying in May thing. October 21, says Camping, is the real judgment day. No, any day but the International Day of the Nacho!

Camping says that he’s “restudied these matters” and “that there’s going to be no big display of any kind.” Which is convenient, since it provides him with the built-in excuse to postpone the eternal damnation of all mankind. I mean, again.

Whatever, Camping. You know I’m not believing anything until I see it on the back of a Metrobus.