Welcome to Sociology 101. In this class we

Welcome to Sociology 101. In this class we will investigate trends in American pop culture by interpreting song lyrics. You there. Could you take off your earphones?

"Raining blood! From a lacerated sky!" the kid shouted. The sociology professor went with it. "What does that say about American culture?" "Uhh, angels need tampons? Die, hippies?"

"It means," said the prof, "that umbrella usage is sorely lacking in American culture. If we used umbrellas more we wouldn't have to worry about blood rain." Sociology 101 fell sil

-ver, quick. "Blood rain would not be a problem," the professor repeated. "But mercury rain -- umbrellas would only make that situation worse." The sociology class gasped, and some

one hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. The students got up from their desks and stumbled out into the hallway. All that talk of blood rain and mercury poisoning

seemed so small now. Now, as the Destroyer slid from the Vault once again to begin its devouring. Where was Hyperion now? Now, as their world lay in waste. Had Roland seen this, he

Ever since I had the strokes I cried easily. The Battlestar synced orbit. A down-drafter lowered towards us. Apparently my sigma date had come. Incarceration on the lonely

metaphene substrates of Xharidar's cells seemed certain. The down-drafter docked with us as clumsily as the general's brother at a cocktail party. I braced myself for the

impact and when it came, I felt strangely relieved, knowing this was the beginning of the end. And I was ready. I smiled as Xharidar entered my thoughts & took control. Finally.