What happened? Where am I?

No update yesterday. Why no update yesterday? One word: electricity. If I were allowed two words, I'd put a 'no' in there. Yes, there was a blackout here, plunging a goodly chunk of New Rochelle into utter darkness for several hours, preventing me from attending to my websitely duties. Am I to be punished? I throw myself onto the mercy of the Internet.

So, blackouts, eh? Oh, man was that ever fun! I mean it! Lots of entertainment! I was at the radio station, helping Joe Lopez film some batman claptrap with the Twins, (as well as the new Lady of Twin 2, who I had met before but not in the capacity of the Lady of Twin 2), when the hallway was plunged into sudden and unexpected darkness. What happened? I can make out shapes, vaguely, I know I am not stricken blind, and the general hubbub of the room implied that everyone else had been similarly stricken. There was much shrieking and carrying on, and as it was something like 10:30 in the evening, there was not even a glimmer of sunlught through the windows. In fact, it was raining at the time, so we lacked moon and stars to guide us as well. What did we have on our side? Cell phones. That's right, a dozen college students, feeling their way around a big, dark, scary building by the light of a bunch of illuminated keypads. It was so delightfully absurd. We went outside, trying to determine the extent of the damage, hoping, as anyone would in such a situation, that it was the end of the world. That, or zombies. Zombies would be nice. Ford had some good insight into what makes a zombie infested world such an ideal thing: you can beat people to a pulp with a baseball bat, but you need not worty about the law, because they are attacking you, or your concience, because they are already dead. It's a perfect situation. At least, it is if you hate people as a general rule and have loads of aggression you can't get rid of in this society, with it's social hierarchy and frowning upon duels and so on and so forth. Hunter-gatherers had it made, vis-a-vis getting rid of built up aggression, if nothing else. And yeah... pretty much nothing else.

So, after escaping the building, we did the logical thing. We bought donuts. Well, we went to a nearbuy Dunkin' Donuts, which was fare enough away that it had power, but close enough that even the fat and lazy amung us could make it. I purchased a dozen touruses of delight. They were to be distributed amongst my friends during the darkened celebrations. I enlisted a twin's help to rescue Meg from the perils of a dark house, and after distributing the donuts and all the milk in my fridge (which I feared might go bad) I retired to the radio station for darkened hijinks until light returned. Good times, good times. But the prevailing memory of the evening will be from before flashlights were acquired, guiding oneself by cell phone light. So fun!