My mother is probably not enjoying this. Her only son is trapped in New York City with a killer storm bearing down on the East Coast of the Unites States.
I’m not enjoying this either. Before leaving on this trip I totally forgot to prepare my will. Don’t get me wrong, I already have one – valid, signed, notarized, and locked in a safe-deposit box at my bank. But it’s eleven years old and I wrote it on a drunken bet after a night of partying. In it I left all my Earthly possessions to the Government of Ontario. They were going through a recession at the time and I wanted to do my part to help out.
But the real tragedy here is the television. I wanted to see some good olde-fashioned political advertisements (the election is just around the corner). Instead we’ve been inundated with storm and flood warnings. Boring! These things don’t concern me. What concerns me is Romney vs. Obama: the Fate of the End of the World!
Oh the humanity!
I’ll be back later. I have to go stock up on supplies and check what time game four of the World Series starts.
Die Hard Three 
Hey!
My long lost brother!
So they finally told Jason that you were adopted, eh?