Divisions and Precisions

It's the lazy apocalypse!

Or at least, that's what Julie thought I was saying on our very bad cellphone connection today. I actually said something about hoping we all survived this small apocalypse, but I think "lazy apocalypse" has a better ring to it. Although, I'm still fond of my description of Y2K as the Apocalypso.

No power in this part of the country. Thank god for laptops and dialup to keep me connected at least in the short term.

Where was I when the power went out? Sitting in a movie theatre for my third viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean. Fortunately, the power in Brighton was out for only about five minutes. Good thing too, or else the screaming teenyboppers in the front row might have caused a riot.

You think I'm kidding. When the final credits rolled, they literally, literally SCREAMED when Orlando Bloom's name came on the screen. And every time he had a close up, one of them kept making a very disturbing moaning sound. I mean, he's cute and all, but jeez. I am way too fixated on that movie. And not, I must protest, in a unhealthy slash-fic sort of way. I promise. I just love me some swashbuckling.

Anyway, Off to bed with me. Nothing else to do with no power. Here's hoping the apocalypse will be over tomorrow.

(Oh, and thanks to for checking up on me. I think my mom was astounded that someone from another part of the country called to find out if I was okay. :))