The friends' baby has still not arrived.
I understand that it will not, therefore, be the Antichrist, after all.
I'm glad that I didn't place a bet – how silly would I have looked now?
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The friends' baby has still not arrived.
I understand that it will not, therefore, be the Antichrist, after all.
I'm glad that I didn't place a bet – how silly would I have looked now?
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Friends of mine are expecting a baby. It's due today, but is still a no-show so far.
Personally, I'm suspecting a few more days of delay.
In a completely unrelated incident, I have just watched The Omen.
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Labels: end-of-the-world stuff, good movies, population explosion stuff
In a strange kind of way, I'm going to be happy when the Christmas decorations come down tomorrow.
The bottom layer of tinsel is half-hanging off the Christmas tree; a lone bauble sits on the shelf, recently separated from its – now absent – hook; and Starbert looks most unimpressed with it all.
The latest installment has been an over-eager ferret trying to climb the window lights. With 'hilarious' consequences.
At this rate, everything's going to be shielded with perspex next year.
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It asked me to think of something, so I thought of a hand-held 20 Questions game. I answered the questions as honestly as I could, and it guessed just about everything but the correct answer.
It's probably for the best. I don't really want it to deliberately fire nuclear devices at countries that it knows will retaliate.
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Labels: end-of-the-world stuff, weird stuff