Me and the missus (and dog-child) on a recent walk. Spring is springing (or trying to) and I am glad to see the cherry blossoms are doing the best they can under the circumstances.

I remember watching this series on PBS when I was a kid. My one thought: I am so glad I wasn't born in 1920... or thereabouts...

I have an observation about bomb disposal both back then and today: If you know the property is already destroyed, pretty much, or there are no lives around that need to be saved by disarming the bomb... then why do it? Just blow the thing up!

If anyone reading this from, say, I dunno, Afghanistan or Iraq, and who is involved in ordnance disposal, please comment. I'd like to know.

http://www.fuckiceland.com/

Click the picture and watch the video clip.

Well I can't say I blame the Icelanders for this mess. Not their fault. But Iceland itself, the land? I mean, the actual hunk of real estate? If I were anyone in Europe, I'd say yeah, I am down with this sentiment. I would invite everyone in Iceland to come live someplace else where volcanoes don't threaten them with an ashy demise, tourist-trade and otherwise, and leave the place, which perhaps ought be re-christened "The Exploding Land", to its own devices.

Preach on, sister!