Everyone was going to a Con somewhere, a big one, and you could only get to it by driving.
Matt Fraction, Kelly Sue, and Warren Ellis were carpooling together. Me, Carmel, and (I think) my sisters were also in a car together, going separately. But by coincidence, both our groups ended up staying at the same very nice hotel somewhere along the way.
The very last of the ozone trickled away that night, however, so in the morning as we were checking out, Kelly Sue pointed out to me where they were putting up warning signs: NO SHIELD AGAINST SOLAR RADIATION, the signs said, one next to every door or window to the outside. Apparently a law had been passed requiring that such signs be put up to warn anyone who might be about to get exposed to the sun.
I put on a broad-brimmed hat to protect myself and went outside to load up the station wagon we had rented. It was a big heavy 70s era thing, and I realized it was going to be a good car to have in the now-imminent apocalyptic wasteland-- able to take a lot of damage, good for forcing other vehicles off the road. Looking around, I saw the car Fraction had rented-- a 1976 Corvette Stingray convertible-- and I was aghast to see Warren sitting in the passenger sit, totally unshielded against the sun except for sunglasses, idly poking at his PDA. I went over to him.
"Warren, you'd better get out of the sun; the last of the ozone is finally gone," I said. He showed me his PDA screen-- "Yeah, I know, Fraction already blogged it." Apparently Fraction was still up in the room madly typing things to post on the web. "I don't care," he continued. I got the impression he was tired of living. "If it's to be skin cancer, so be it. The first chance I get, I'm taking heroin back up again anyway."