State of the what?

Conditions: Muggy. Again. Some more.

I have no interest whatsoever in watching Bush's state of the union speech, or analysing it, or even reading what others are analysing about it. Apparently, I'm not alone on that one. Frankly, the man is so transparent I was surprised I couldn't actually see right through him to the evil Cheney-Bot that squatted in the background. The man makes me sick. Cheney, too.

So instead, let's talk about sharks.

On Wednesday, a rare and prehistoric deep-water shark surfaced near Japan in order to die. Actually, the shark was doing okay until intrigued Japanese scientists decided the best thing to do was to transport this rare find out of the sea and into a tank, where it then promptly died. One sympathises. It's one thing to be rare and isolated, quite another to be seized and permanently locked up, because you're rare and isolated.

At least the scientists don't have to fumble around for a reason to cut it into pieces, now.



Chinese Space Attack!

By now, millions of bits of metal, plastic, cardboard, uranium and some rice have drifted around in earth orbit many times, having once been united together as a communications satellite and then being blown up recently by a Chinese Earth-based missile. Naturally, this provoked a storm of controversy, mainly from the Americans who feel that if anyone is going to be shooting off explosives, it's going to be them first and foremost, by thunder. The Chinese have both 'declined to confirm' that they had anything to do with it, and told everyone to relax and get over it. Apparently, the satellite was obsolete.

This either brings us one step closer to Armageddon (my pick), or it brings us one step closer to being held prisoner on this orbiting rock by a sky full of metal fragments travelling at supersonic speed. Or possibly both. Contemplate this as you stare up at the stars tonight.


Peace out.