Saturday, May 19, 2007

what a world, what a world

So as you may have heard, Antarctica really is melting.

Yesterday, as I rode with two co-workers to get lunch, the subject came up due to the unseasonably chilly weather we've been having. I am pretty cold-tolerant, so I haven't found a reason to complain, but my very thin-blooded companion (who complains nonstop about the cold whenever the temperature dips below 70) had plenty to say.

"When the apocalypse comes," he said, "I want it to be a hot one, because I hate being cold."

This struck me and the other companion as hilarious.

"Dude," we told him. "You do not get to choose what kind of apocalypse happens. It just is."

Somehow the abusurdity of requesting your own personal end of the world makes me wonder if we're not missing out on a new cottage industry. You can't order up the weather, but wouldn't it be nice if you could tell someone in charge that you'd like to be warm when the planet is wiped out?

This strikes me as something that is more relevant to children of the 70s and 80s. We actually grew up afraid a nuclear war would destroy us all. Speculation on what the world would be like after the bombs fell made the possibility seem more like a probability. That was our reality. I guess it makes sense that I and my friends would be so amused by the potential destruction of the planet - we've lived through this before. Now that global warming really is happening, we're again in a place where talking about the end of the world as we know it isn't just a catchy tune.

Anyway, I feel fine.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

looks aren't everything.

Okay, seriously. I am growing weary of seeing house centipedes in my kitchen sink and my bathtub.

It's spring and that means they're especially active. Apparently all this rain we've been having has given them more of the dampness they crave. But every day I see these not-so-tiny critters racing around in a manner that is giving me chills as I think about it, and I remember that they mostly run around at night. Probably right over me as I sleep.

You know what, though? They're our friends because they eat everything else insectile in sight, and the screens on my windows have a rather laissez-faire approach to keeping out bugs.
I'll never get used to them, but I guess I'll have to fight the urge to reach for a tissue or turn on the faucet when I see them. I think I'll start naming them. Maybe that would help.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

librarian outrage

it's a terrible thing, the wrath of my madness when the freedom of speech is being toyed with.
Okay, I actually only heard about this today on BoingBoing. I have no words. I am shocked, SHOCKED, that anyone would think this is a reasonable way to provide service.

If HB 1727 becomes law, public libraries would be forced to filter all public computers and to provide a companion over the age of 21 for any minor requiring unfiltered computer use, such as for homework research.