I'm finding the comparisons to the Mercury Theater's War of the Worlds stunt very apt (if on a much, much smaller scale), though I suspect Welles had more of an idea the panic he might cause than these marketing wizards that Turner hired.
I am kind of happy that despite the commuter and traffic snarls that there was no massive panic on the part of the Boston public. The authorities pretty much just went in and handled it methodically (if anything, too methodically; as vw said, if they'd just gone on-line there could have been a lot less kerfuffle), and people were mostly like "WTF" rather than "AIEEEEEE".
Thanks, everyone! The year has positively flown by. I'm making a chocolate cake w/chocolate & pink frosting to celebrate tonight.
This just in: the Colbert Report has come to Australia! In other news, 8% of sheep are apparently gay, and the rest are into bestiality.
Don't drink the hand sanitizer! One would think that was a given.
BONES: I was really happy that they
definitively resolved the Epps story line. While it was nice having an arch-villain for several episodes, stretching it out much further would have resulted in diminishing returns, I think.
The news here last night had the police and the manager of a local ice cream shop searching the roof of said ice cream shop for Mooninites, which have allegedly been placed all over Austin, too. That was sorta delightful.
Bones:
plus, Booth gets to have some psychic trauma. Beware, clowns!
OMG I'm so eyerolly at work today, I can't even describe it. I'm supposed to figure out time to meet with higher-ups, who are all in a meeting that runs through lunch. Then there's a surprise party at 2, then my boss has a 2:30, then there's a training that I just found out is mandatory from 3-5. And the Executive Assistant is in the big meeting with the higher-ups. WTF, people. Seriously. I'm just going to sit here and see when they want me -- how the fuck am I supposed to figure out when they're available? They're all together, and I'm just here. BAH.
