It's 7:17 pm

And no sign of any earthquakes, plagues, frogs, blood in the Manhan, people floating upwards into the sky, corpses rising from the ground, locusts descending on the mess that is my backyard, etc.

Even though I'm sitting here in a t-shirt that says "If I wanted your opinion I'd read your entrails," a fantasy starring a same-sex couple on the bedside table, a mutant cat with too many toes squatting on my bed, and a pretty much complete set of Alison Bechdel on the book shelves.

Damn.


But since today is or was supposedly the Big Day, here's a video you might enjoy....