Weather-wise, this whole season has officially been pretty bizarre, I think. It will be December on Thursday, but it’s almost 70 degrees outside right now - 67 and very humid, last I checked. September and October were both freakishly warm, and November certainly seems like it has been as well. I’m not complaining that it isn’t bitterly cold out yet, mind you, but I’m not thrilled with the idea of having summer in fall and fall in winter, either.

In any case, I’ve conferred with my associates and we’ve decided that all of these things are indicators of the proximity of the apocalypse. You coastal folk shouldn’t be surprised if you look out your window some day soon and see the awful form of the Great Old One rising from the sea. Are you ready?