|Comments on Sunday 4 August 2002:|
|Speaking of end-of-the-world, it's doing a good job of resembling that, here. Thirty minutes of booming almost-perpetual thunder, with no lightning or rain or darkening of the sky. And last night, there was near-perpetual lightning, with no thunder or rain; there may have been darkening of the sky, it's hard to tell in the dark. It's all terribly dramatic.
|You are safe until the gods show up with a samovar and cucumber sandwiches. If they do that, run like hell. They'll throw sliced cucumber at you until you curtsey. The gods really really hate cucumber sandwiches. A much better joke followed this, but I forget what it was. I think it involved McDonalds (Does anyone except me eat the pickles? I feel they may give me super powers, or possibly dissolve cancer or something).|
If you should happen to trigger the end of the world, make sure you've got soul rights to the catering franchise.
|No, the pickles dissolve *you* - but so does everything you can buy at McD.|
|Forget the pickles, does anyone actually eat the burger!?|