Mar. 15th, 2011

shalanna: (FatLadySings)
It's simply too horrible. I don't want to hear the news any more.

(To the tune of many, many punk songs that consist of strumming guitars in an insistent rhythm)

I wanna be radioactive
Nothing can stop me when I start to glow
The world may be falling apart at the seams
I'll be standing in the fallout snow

I wanna be radioactive
You can't beat the party of Cerenkhov blue
The air's blowing all the stuff that gleams
I'll be bathing in electron beams

I have always believed that my friend Terry Sutton and I made up this song in Drama class in ninth grade . . . but he could have heard it elsewhere, because he used to go to live concerts just about EVERY night. Anyway, it has been an earworm for a couple of days now.

The entire crisis in Japan has blown my mind and it has disconnected from reality to the point that I now see the reactor problems as a Monty Python sketch. "I say, Minister, reactor #4 is on fire!" "Why, sorry about that, old chap! How are the radiation levels?" "No worse than in the basement of Fawlty Towers, I can say." "Jolly good!" *bam bam bam*

I guess we'd better not head to California this year. Maybe Rock City, high atop Lookout Mountain, Tennessee/Georgia.

I'm not sure who to trust regarding humanitarian help, either, since the Red Cross promised to give the money we raised for 9/11 to the victims' families, and later we discovered they hadn't gotten a dime. "We had to give it to other recipients," they said, or something similar. Can't be trusted. So who can? We'll have to take a chance if we want to donate. *sigh*
shalanna: (bitchslap)
Perhaps we should offset the previous semi-sarcastic post with a few serious quotations.

"In times of unrest and fear, it is perhaps the writer's duty to celebrate, to single out some of the values we can cherish, to talk about some of the few warm things we know in a cold world."
Phyllis McCinley, American poet

"If you told me to write a love song tonight, I'd have a lot of trouble. But if you tell me to write a love song about a girl with a red dress who goes into a bar and is on her fifth martini and is falling off her chair, that's a lot easier, and it makes me feel free to say anything I want."
Stephen Sondheim

"I don't make myself work. It's just the thing I want to do. To be
completely alone in a room, to know that there'll be no interruptions and I've got eight hours is exactly what I want--yeah, just paradise."
Wiliam Burroughs

"Never save anything for your next book, because that possible creation may not be properly shaped to hold the thoughts you're working with today. In fiction especially, anything that could happen, should happen."
Tam Mossman, American editor, writer, and art critic

The pen is mightier than the sword. And easier to write with.
Benny Hill

"Be kind, because everyone you meet is fighting some sort of battle."

“Long ago,” he said, “long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.”
_Winter Dreams_, F. Scott Fitzgerald


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