Every time we have a UK-US government-level powwow, I stand in bemusement at the UK side. The repeated querying as to whether or not the relationship is still valid and important… it’s just… cute? Oh sure, Blair made the British look like lapdogs in a rush to shove their head up Bush’s ass – that didn’t look too good. But I think that the US people understand leaders since Blair wanting to step back while still reaffirming the relationship – it’s okay, really. Americans still love Brits, and pretty much always will… ‘cept for Independence Day – sorry ’bout that. But truly and sincerely Britannia – you’re beautiful, and Uncle Sam still wants to take you to for pizza, and then to Make-Out Point. 😉
Also, I realize I just made that sound really creepy… oh well. *giggles*
In lighter news, it appears that vuvuzelas spread disease. But so does breathing, eating, brushing your hair, cleaning your house, and so on – everything is germs, yo. I don’t have a real opinion on them otherwise, as I’ve not had someone try to blast one in my ear; I’m sure that I’d dislike them in those conditions. But as a gentle roar alongside a football game? I found it sort of charming, ’cause I like droning noises. Or I got really used to ignoring them with constant C5 take-offs/flyovers; I lived less than a mile from the runway at the worst of times (and worked nights//slept days), and five miles (and still directly under the damned flight path) at the best of times. So maybe, Iunno, that’s kind of made me capable of ignoring such noises. *laughs*
And, of course, we’ve got more volcanic dramaz here in Europe. The easier-to-pronounce Grimsvotn (which is a great name for a troll or dwarf, and I might just use it as such) is shooting higher into the air with fatter particles, so it’s expected to be less dramatic than its tongue-twisting buddy Eyjafjallajökull, but that hasn’t stopped some flights (mainly Scottish) from being grounded for the time being. Sure, the whole thing is massively annoying, buuuuuut at least now Europe has got the hang of what’s what and what’s nominally safe, so I suspect that this’ll sort out fairly quickly in the end.
And for last, imagine my lack of surprise to find out that Harold Camping has revised his Rapture date to his previously-mentioned end of the world date. And further imagine my lack of surprise that the post-looting party sign-ups are already in progress on Facebook. I sigh – it was funny once, but not funny twice. Let’s quit giving the crazy person any notice, shall we? Good. If you’re really bored, go read about our local crazies, The Panacea Society! They even claim that the Garden of Eden is located here, so we’re totally planning for a walk-by next time we have company in town. 😉
That’ll do you for now, hee hee. I’ve got erm… stuff… to try and remember to do.