Alert! Alert! Alert!

Mood: tired
Music: Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends (Robbie Baby, I am a theiving whore and stole your pretty music.)

I love how an Airbus A340-300 goes down not an hour away from my house, my home, but it is a couple of Americans that first inform me of it.
What the hell is up with you people?? What is your "Security Alert" level these days, anway? "Superfluous"?? ...Have you a spy underneith every rock? *shudders* Your media hates you and wants you all to have anxiety disorders, so that all the nice white-collar people like doctors who perscribe lots of happy-pills (...and those all-American gun retailers) can make lots of money and drive cadillacs. And then go to cadillac and gun conventions on Sunday afternoons.
Grab a tuque and a Sleeman's. Kick back and watch some hockey. Just... chill the hell out.

Anyways. This plane crashed with upwards of 300 people on board - 43 got treated for minor injuries and the rest went home. Because this is Canada and we rock.

Also --- Mikey it's your birthday! Happy birthday Mikey! (Actually I'm about an hour and 22 minutes late. But I was too busy throwing you a rockin' party complete with Chris Evans, Jessica Alba, a home-made card that I am now positive says the exact same thing on the front as my one did last year, cake, ice cream, way the hell more food than all of us could eat in a week, David Mulligan, and a naked plastic doll that made a political statement with a miniature schoolbus and was then martyred to the citronella torches.)

Ennnnnnnnnnd Scene!