I’m your typical American: blonde, blue eyes, arrogant, very good looking stupid. When I heard there was an oil spill last month I just assumed a ship ran aground. “Oh well it happens” I thought. If I saw “oil spill” online or on the news I just tuned out. I don’t care about fish because fish don’t care about me.
I didn’t start paying attention until I saw Kevin Costner on TV promoting Waterworld 2. I was shocked to find out it wasn’t a spill. It was spilling! Al Jazeera explains what happened:
The blogsphere is up in arms, and most are writing about the environmental aftermath, the impact on the fishing industry, or the affect on local businesses. I don’t care about any of that. I don’t even care enough about that sentence to look up if I was supposed to use affect or effect. What bothers me is we lack the human ingenuity to solve this. I’m depressed.
I thought I might live too see time travel or when we break the speed of light. Damn it man! If we can’t fix this pipe Scotty will never beam me up. I had been hoping to be cloned and now that looks like a no-go. At this point I’ll be lucky to see flying cars.
It’s been spilling for more than a month. Really? We can’t fix this? In the last 10 seconds I thought of at least 12 ways to do it (7 of them involve duct tape). The US government only seems to be bothered with finding someone to blame. How about maybe we fix it first you fucking baby.
Where’s Ken Mattingly when we need him? He was the guy who solved the power consumption problem on Apollo 13. He did that in like a day – surely he can fix this.
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There’s a Waterworld 2? I’ll have to look it up, as I absolutely loved the first one, thanks for letting me know. Oh, wait, that’s what I was suppose to get out of that blog, right?