“Six billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war ‘Judgment Day’. They lived only to face a new nightmare. The war aganist the machines…”
On August 29, 1997, I had a bunch of friends over, rented a laserdisc player and the extended cut of Terminator 2 (at the time, only available on LD, I think), and we had a grand old time.
Anyone done anything similar?
I rang my sister on May 15 and said “Help! Help!” very quietly.
Because:
On the fifteenth of May,
In the Jungle of Nool
In the heat of the day
In the cool of the pool
He was splashing,
Enjoying the jungle’s great joys
When Horton the Elephant
Heard a small noise.
My birthday was on a Sunday this year. It was also the same day as my sister-in-law-to-be’s bridal shower, so the actual day was kind of shot.
Instead, I took the day off on Friday and gave my brother (who works for me) the day off as well, declaring it Jessica Day. I told him the only stipulation of him getting the day off was if anyone asked why he wasn’t at work that day it was “because Jessica is awesome.” That ended up being kind of funny because a lot of his in-laws were in town and he told them all “Jessica is awesome.”
For my part of the Jessica Day festivities, I made my boyfriend go clothes shopping with me and we got ice cream and saw Hot Fuzz. Yay!
Well, in Austin, we celebrate Eeyore’s Birthday every year. It’s grown into a huge hippe bacchanalia with drumming circles, constumes, beer, and general merriment.
I’ve been trying to get my boss to let me off to celebrate Muad’dibs transmutation of the Water of Life. But he’s been presecuting me ever since he found out that it happened on every other Friday of the year.
The Liberation of North Twentyador (Twentyador being the only country other than Ecuador named for its line of latitude; in fact, it is named for its longitude and latitude).