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Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Bizarro world is upon us! Get with the repenting, already.

Apparently we are heading into some final apocalyptic phase around here. Here's what's been going on. First, we somehow mysteriously "gained" an hour over the weekend. I know this happens every year, but as any good apocalyptic crackpot...er, sayer of sooth will tell you, it's when you have a correlation of these things that one must worry. So even though I have yet in all my years to hear a sufficient explanation as to why we fart around with the clock twice annually (unless you live in Bloomington Indiana, where they don't change their clocks except after the power goes out) I consider this to be the first sign of impending doom.

Second sign: all of the bugs that have peopled my office since monday. Bugged my office, I guess makes more sense. Kind of bugs? Not sure -- I thought maybe it was a message from Rebecca at sweat flavored gummi because as you know she has command over the beetles. They do her bidding, more or less. But they didn't seem to want anything. And if they were doing some tricky beetle dance, to communicate the way honeybees do, they were not doing a very good job of it. Or perhaps I wasn't paying the right kind of attention. But more to the point, they weren't beetles. In fact I've never seen this kind of bug before except at my office, where they tend to infest us in the spring. Our landlord offers no explanation. So maybe Fort Washington is the Hellmouth. They kind of look like fireflies, except their butts weren't glowing. So there you are.

Third sign: the little balls of ice (sleet? hail? don't really know the difference) that were falling yesterday afternoon. This isn't Buffalo. Why are we getting frozen condensation in October?? And right before Halloween. Hmmm...seems powerful strange to me.

I am teaching a marketing research seminar the last two days. Today is the final day -- I am anticipating more strangeness to ensue. Perhaps the students will all pay attention, or come back from lunch on time. Don't know if that heralds the end of days by itself, but again, all these things together make one ponder. I haven't had time to read the news, so there could be other signs out there as well. I'll keep you updated.