Nope, it doesn't work. Can't even get the word 'anagram' out of it. Total bish-up. There was I, sat here at six o'clock, clutching my prized possession, expecting agony or ecstasy depending on whether I was in the right sort of cult - and, nothing! An incoming email was the nearest thing I got to an earth-splitting apocalypse.
What went wrong? I think we should be told. Mr Camping, you owe us an explanation: you told us that your calculations were precise and conclusive, this time. Happy to receive it in the form of a comment on this blog post (of which you will of course already be fully aware), either from you or any one of your fellow cu*ts.