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January 2, A.D. 2000 (Sunday):
Armageddon has come! It just did not want to be deferred. It also decided to skip the computers and take a direct route to the human organism. I guess there was
some kind of disturbance during the New Year's parade yesterday and the press is talking about "powered" people straight out of the comic books. Rational scientists are trying to explain it all away as some kind
of hallucinogen or mass hysteria, but those are generally not
captured on camera and these "powered' people definitely were! There was even a angel of sorts with big wings and a corona of flame. I spent the day at my folks, and we watched the tapes six or seven times switching between the local news and CNN. Apparently these "powered" people are popping up all over the world. My brother David feels that Heaven has come to Earth (I swear he owns a couple thousand comic books -- and he's only 15!).
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January 13, A.D. 2000 (Thursday): Had dinner and spent the evening with my folks. We had some good discussion about these "powered" people. It seems that after the initial hysteria, the average person has calmed down and started to accept that things are a little different. Maybe we are living in a comic book. David is completely in Heaven because all his own comic book fantasies have dome to life. Since he has nearly encyclopedic knowledge of comics, everybody at school wants to talk to him. Mom is worried that "power corrupts" and all the "powered" people are going to abuse their new abilities in some way. Dad and I are much more moderate, citing the emergence of "heroes" as well as the "villains". We haven't had a chance to hear Melissa's views yet. Since she's our token "moderate liberal" (and poli-sci major) in a household of "moderate conservatives," it should make good dinner conversation. |
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January 18, A.D. 2000 (Tuesday): Bill L. at work told me today I looked more like a girl than I ever have. I punched him so hard it left a bruise. I thought about it though when I got home. My face does look a little more feminine and I've lost a half inch from my waist. I realized I haven't had any pimples since New Year. I guess this new endurance training and special vitamins are finally paying off. Bill's still a jerk, and he deserved the bruise. Mom left a rambling "oh woe-is-me" message on my machine. Apaprently Melissa called to let us know she was alive and well. Oh, and apparently she has blue hair and a crush on a guy at UC-B who can fly. Needless to say, mom is having a bad night. At least she didn't say anything about my not having a steady boyfriend. I'll call her tomorrow and reassure her that at least one of her daughters is still sensible (*laugh*). |
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January 29, A.D. 2000 (Saturday): Had a long lunch today with Stassi and Kelly. We were the "three musketeers" all through grade school and into high school. To be fair, we had our differences at times, but we've remained friends. Our friendship reminds me of how odd life is. We all started in nice, suburban upper middle class families, and despite the completely different directions our lives have taken (see below) we still find things to talk about for three hours on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Kelly completed the MBA she started in the middle of law
school, and expects her J.D. in another year. She's married to a fast track Wall Street type and claims to be happy as a clam. The way she practically chain smokes her Carltons
though really makes me wonder if she's just trying to convince herself she's happy. Stassi dropped out of college, now has a failing marriage and two adorable kids, Rio and Michelle. Her husband (whom she met
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