Word of the day

Today's word of the day, per Dictionary.com, is so bizarrely useless that I think you need to know it.

prosopography[pros-uh-POG-ruh-fee]

Definition: a description of a person's appearance, career, personality, etc.
-noun
0. A description of a person's appearance, career, personality, etc.
-noun
0. A study of a collection of persons or characters, esp. their appearances, careers, personalities, etc., within a historical, literary, or social context.

That's all.

Except for this:

If you know me at all, you know that I am eagerly, if quietly, awaiting "The Apocolypse". (Any apocalypse will do, but whichever one finally arrives, I'm sure it will be granted proper noun status and so I grant it here in respectful anticipation of such.) So, as I look forward to the event of our doom with an excitement normally reserved for seven-year-olds at Christmas time, I enjoy watching movies dedicated to the subject. And I'm not fussy. If it has to do with the destruction of humanity, I'll watch it. I don't care if it sucks. I just spend 90 minutes imagining myself running around, dodging fissures breaking open across freeways and shopping malls; looting gun shops and pharmacies and barricading myself into bunkers and shit. Really, almost any movie will satisfy me. So last night at the Redbox machine, when I saw a movie with a cover sporting a crumbling city skyline (including what I would have sworn was the George Washington Bridge, except that the movie took place in... I don't know, somewhere in the UK), broken roads littered with crushed, burning cars and the like, I figured I was in for a treat. Not so much. It was the worst fucking apocalypse movie ever. There were no broken buildings. The roads were fine. There were no burning cars. It was a super-virus/zombie movie, and the zombies didn't even eat brains! What the fuck?! None of the characters tried to kill the zombies - or even injure them. All they did was fucking avoid them, which wasn't especially difficult because they could barely move (which was the only realistic part of the whole movie). Ugh. It blew apocolyptic chunks. The fucking Kevin Costner movie would have been better. The last line of the movie was "But then again...". I don't know why that matters, but it does.