Tuesday, September 30, 2008

If you are stolen, call the police at once.

There was a surprise thunderstorm last night. Not even last night, this morning. I think 5 a.m. is officially morning rather than night. It may be dark, and it may not be the ideal hour to be up at when you go to bed at 1 a.m. But nonetheless, I am confident in classifying that hour as morning.
It's worth note here because I was just thinking the other day how in California (at least the coastal regions I've lived in), thunderstorms seem to come in the dead of night. Whereas here, they seemed to occur every hour but the late night/early morning hours. And while I do enjoy being awake enough to sit and watch lightning bolts streak across the sky, there is something to laying in your bed in the dark and having the room lit up by the florescence of lightning - or when it's so near that your eyes are closed and you can see it through you lids. So, after thinking that just the other day, Nature obliged, and I got my sleepy time lightning storm. Though it was accompanied by a downpour which inadvertently makes hell of noise on our window sill. But, on the bright side, it seemed to have heavily damaged the wasp nest that I sprayed last week but noticed that a wasp was returning to.

I've been thinking about a satirical take on global warming/pollution and why some people just don't give a damn. Obviously, in some places, it's about survival. If your only meal comes once a week and it happens to be in styrofoam, well, boo-fucking-hoo, Mother Earth, I gotsta eat. So, yeah, I don't begrudge those people, duh. But let's take a less global focus and look at America. Why can't we just suck it up and switch to clean fuels and power. Why should it be so impossible for cars to run on damn farts. It freaking shouldn't. Of all the leaps and bounds in technology we've made in the past 150 years, and we're just pumping worse and worse shit into the water and air.
One problem is obviously money. No one really wants to fund a project to make a car that runs on farts. Oh, they're all for making it seem like they are. So they put out a TV ad saying they're looking into this and that when really they just have one guy in a small room in the leased office space outside Overland Park, KS, charged with researching the idea but really just googling pictures of celebrity pets.
I guess talking about moving funds with everything going on right now is sort of like bringing up scat fetish terminology over a state dinner.
But what is satirical about the above? Nothing. I sort of got distracted. What I was going to suggest was that the lack of concern over the fucking-up of the planet is really all Galileo's fault. Or, doing a little Wikipedia'ing, it was Copernicus' fault. Either way, it was these jack-offs bright idea that the Earth was not the center of the universe. Thus, the Earth was relegated over the years to an insignificant dot in the boondocks of a backwater galaxy. Thus, Earth is no big deal. Thus, why not trash it?
Earth is like a hotel room and humans are an 80s hair band.
That's right, Earth, you will never be able to get the smell of cumin out of the drapes.

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