WHAT A FLOP, half the world was suppossed to be plunged into darkness, by now. At this very moment half the world's cities were suppossed to be burning infernos, with looters, and gangs gone berserk. I am sitting on the rooftop of the Universal Studio Tower, in Hollywood, California. On my left is Sylvester Stallone, wearing sunglasses, and brandishing a sub-machine gun. On my right is Clint Eastwood dressed in his filthest "Fistful of Dollars" cowboy getup. The wind has blown Clint's hat off. Oops... Sylvester just blew it to pieces. We are all so nervous, and trigger happy, up here, while we wait for the clock to strike midnight and the lights of Los Angeles to go out, poof. A fleet of police helicopters have just been blown out of the sky by some Easter Island terrorists above Magnolia. Wait, just a moment...What..., what is that thing way up in the sky. Oh my God, it can't be,, ahhhhhhh!