No Electricity = Hot Sex

We knew that last winter's windstorm was a boon to salesmen of propane and propane accessories, but now it seems like it gave a little nudge to young lovers as well. Apparently there was a "baby boomlet" this September, nine months following the storm and mass power outages. This is always the cool part about big weather events: they bring people together. My roof is fucked up, my neighbor's roof is fucked up--we can set aside the fact that he brings his dog over to crap on our lawn and he can temporarily forget that our non-starting car has been collecting leaves on the curb directly in front of his house for some six months. There are shingles everywhere! Let's have a little solidarity over that! Who cares that they're mostly his and he's never going to come around and clear them out of our bushes! The same holds true inside the house. The generator only puts out enough wattage to run the space heater, the plasma and the wine fridge so there's no question about whether the Xbox is going to get any play tonight. That's a recipe for love.

Here's a little story from the Times's article:

She and her husband, Charles, and their son, Malik, now 9, took refuge at Charles' mother's house. On Saturday morning, the couple snuggled in their bed on the floor, relishing the warm, cozy house.

At Swedish Medical Center, baby Aneesah arrived Sept. 1.

According to some videos we've seen on the internet it takes a little more than snuggling in a warm, cozy bed on mom's floor to produce a baby Aneesah.