And so it came to pass that nothing out of the unusual happened, except that Brisbane finally won a game and which all considered indeed to be a Revelation. And an eighth angel came and closed the scroll and sealed it all up again, and verily he spake thusly, 'Oh bugger, I backed North Melbourne for that one.'
And then the angels and the beasts and the trumpet players and everybody all went home, and things went on exactly as they had before, although in Hawai'i it was not yet 6 of the clock and might all still be on as far as they were concerned.
But the Angry Exile found that before the last angel arrived someone gave unto him a task that he might labour mightily at it for a bit, and that the lack of world endingness meant that he would have to knuckle down and do it after all and thus blogging was placed upon the back burner.
And there was a wailing and gnashing of teeth.
