shalanna

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*