Never thought you'd land on Friday's doorstep, run ragged and care-worn? The last minutes run backward, testing your sensory delusions, until finally the door swings open and the cool breeze of the weekend releases a coil in your stomach.

Colour is a tri-tone waterpark of possibility; we are ever hurtling down sensory slides, getting our toes wet or exploring new depths, until our eyes sting and bland air becomes necessity. We are saturated in chromatic experiences, though the air is dry and all extremities perfectly orientated. While we aren't consciously aware of this tumble-swatch kaleidoscope, colour permeates our lives, from weekdays to weekends, a morning coffee, an evening cocktail and the bus stops, stop signs, signals and fluorescent uniforms of the city. We quantify our lives by motion, orientation, edges, shapes, textures and colours, flagging memories and formative impressions, solidifying our rationale on a personal and cultural level.

At this moment, millions of fingers struggle against a description, throwing out adjectives -- organised, dynamic, innovative, communicable -- pruning an acceptable ad-hoc identity. Applicants often chase that popular delusion – the right person. To every applicant surfing career websites, job-boards and newspapers, there isn't a magical phrase suite to engage recruiters and HR. Most of the time, your carefully crafted cover letter won't pass through a CV slush pile. We've all suffered the same fever of relativism, transforming the most mundane activity or aspect of our lives into a career making, foot in the door.

2012. Turning logic on its polar axis and flooding the online 'verse at a URL near you. The whitewash of Armageddon conspiracy theory delves into aliens, Nibiru and Marduk, Sir Issac Newtown, Black Holes and Asteroids. If ignorance abounded, it could be interpreted as horrible sci-fi/western fusion, not for the brown-coated or taste inclined. To highlight the delusional hilarity, I've correlated some of the more popular and sensational claims. Pop some corn, draw the curtains and don your tin-foil hat...The truth is out there (no, really, it is).

The accidental story behind Effervescence... Mythbusters fanatic? Do you like your Mentos with Diet Coca-Cola? Your havoc sticky, bubbly or just plain weird? Do anything for the perfect shot? Read on...