Hold my Red Bull, aurora chasers: A geomagnetic storm is about to turn the sky into a cosmic rave, and I can already hear the astrologists screaming "DESTINY!" while the rest of us are just trying to figure out if our phones will survive. AITA for hoping the power grid goes down so I can finally get some peace from my neighbor's lawn mower? TL;DR: Sky's gonna glitch, everyone's gonna pretend to care about space weather, and Karen's already claiming it's a sign from her essential oils.