My given appellation, which I hereby grant permission to you and any other interested parties to use when speaking in reference to me, is Ishmael.

It was the best of times--no, wait, the worst--well, maybe both at the same time.

Everyone knows rich single dudes wanna get hitched.

At 13:00 hrs the weather was normal for April.

In an office, I was seated, looking around at what I saw only as the heads and bodies of the people all around me.

The Book, Alpha 0: The Entity created everythingness from nondescript nothingness, and as with contemporary cosmology, this was as good a place to start as any other. A place for life.

This feels spectacularly Pratchett-esque. I would not be surprised to see this as the first sentence of a Discworld novel :P

Who's gonna break the news?

Hey now, don't make me sad. In my heart I still like to pretend that Discworld will always have more books to read :'(