What a load of complete tosh this whole thing is!
Brace yourself for a series of re-hashings of the old apocalyptic 'news' story - the media frenzy is going to happen and we will all have to endure the crazy weirdos assuring us that THIS TIME it's real (for some reason best known to themselves and their analysis of animal entrails), despite every other apocalyptic prophecy story being self - evidently completely wrong. In spite of the fact that the Mayan calendar so-called prophecy (it never actually existed except in the minds of a few enterprising individuals) has been blown out of the water - as if it needed to be - the 'reality-challenged' and the cynical entrepreneurs will be clinging to the story as if it were a life raft.
Vulnerable people will still fall victim; there will, no doubt be some tragic suicides and some emptying of bank accounts in irrational acts of last minute splurging, and the press, hungry for these kinds of stories, will do little to reassure anyone who is genuinely worried. 'Special' TV programs comprised mostly of CGI animation and very few facts will appear to explain how it 'might' happen, or illustrate 'what if' scenarios for us all to gape at, and wonder about. The movie '2012' will be reappearing very soon on most cable channels and several of those cable channels will no doubt have 'apocalypse movie marathon' days. In other words; spectacle (or if you prefer: testicles) and entertainment with which to sell advertising space in newspapers or on other media. It's no doubt all been planned for many months, if not a few years.
December 21st 2012 will come and go; the shortest day and the longest day in the northern and southern hemispheres respectively. Other than that it will be an unremarkable day, save for the odd behaviour of a large number of the upright ape species.
For my part, I will do my best to avoid all the hype, and will therefore take myself off to my fully provisioned and heavily armoured bunker situated several hundred metres underneath the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. It used to be a nuclear missile silo but I have filled it with rescued battery farm chickens. Don't try to join me - I have machine gun turrets a-plenty, and food enough (mostly chicken) just for my family and my vicious attack dogs which are trained to kill and eat anyone who appears remotely zombie-like (so that means anyone with a limp or acne will not enjoy their visit).
Once the fuss has died down, I shall emerge from my lair (much like our victorious mammalian ancestors did following the asteroid strike 65 million years ago) to reign over the survivors of the media frenzy as a gun-totin' warlord, using the early passages of the bible as my justification for mass murder and bigotry in general.
That sounds like a fun weekend.