I've been moping around the house all weekend, lamenting the fact that I don't have the enough buying power left on my debit card to snatch up two tickets to an upcoming Phillies game. My friend Joe will be disappointed and I'm too embarrassed to tell him why somebody else (no doubt, a lesser fan) nabbed the primo tickets, instead of us.
I suppose it could have been worse.
What if I had successfully purchased round-trip tickets to Paris (while I still had money) and the flight was yesterday, or today, or tomorrow - or maybe even next week - or next month?
Read on - but at your own mental risk!!
I have a suspicion that this Volcano thing is bad.
And I don't mean bad like in, "duh, it's a friggin' volcano in the middle of a trans-oceanic flight path that's wreaking havoc with people's vacations, commerce, State funerals, etc."
And yeah - like it's obvious that the airline industry is going to go under in a cloud of volcanic dust, too.
I suppose it's also not the happiest of events for our Icelandic friends, either, what with molten lava raining down on their heads. Hell, they just started to get some financial relief for their molten banking system thanks to the recent generosity of their European debt-holders. Nothing like saying thanks by spewing hot choking ash out of your lawn and right into your neighbor's lungs. If you think the money thing was bad, choke on some airborne HazMat for awhile.
What's really really really bad is what I read in the Morning Telegraph this week, a newspaper that I would have been spared from reading in that kinder-gentler time before the Internet stole my life. The headline (I swear) read:
Icelandic volcano with unpronounceable name was caused by Man Made Global Warming
Below the headline was this story, via Scientific American via Reuters via some guy named Jim:
OSLO (Reuters) – A thaw of Iceland’s ice caps in coming decades caused by climate change may trigger more volcanic eruptions by removing a vast weight and freeing magma from deep below ground, scientists said on Friday.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that "Eyjafjallajokull" would become a household name.
I'm still trying to adjust to "Sarah Palin," that other current source of global warming.
What if this is it - you know - the big one?
What if the eruption of Eyjafjallajokull means the end of times?
And none of us, except for a few Icelanders, perhaps, will live long enough to pronounce the damn thing -
or even try!
I suppose there's some good news in the air.
At least I didn't waste my money on the Mets game.
You're welcome Joe.