BLACKOUT DID NOT RESULT IN BABY BOOM

Or, at least that's what About.com reports.

Personally, if I'd had the opportunity, I might have engaged in a little blackout activity of my own. But alas, instead of being in the arms of someone I loved (or could learn to love for about half an hour), I was sweating my ass off in the subway, trapped with a bunch of silent strangers, unsure if the world above us was crumbling or descending into chaos. And yes, I scanned the car, but there was no one in it even suitable for TV-movie-end-of-the-world snogging. It was an appalling display, on all levels.

As the anniversary approaches, I'm going to try to sell my account of the blackout from the subterranean perspective to a publication of some sort. (If you know anyone who's interested, let me know.) But if no one snaps it up, look for the story here in August.

BLACKOUT DID NOT RESULT IN BABY BOOM

Or, at least that's what About.com reports.

Personally, if I'd had the opportunity, I might have engaged in a little blackout activity of my own. But alas, instead of being in the arms of someone I loved (or could learn to love for about half an hour), I was sweating my ass off in the subway, trapped with a bunch of silent strangers, unsure if the world above us was crumbling or descending into chaos. And yes, I scanned the car, but there was no one in it even suitable for TV-movie-end-of-the-world snogging. It was an appalling display, on all levels.

As the anniversary approaches, I'm going to try to sell my account of the blackout from the subterranean perspective to a publication of some sort. (If you know anyone who's interested, let me know.) But if no one snaps it up, look for the story here in August.