So, the hell? I go to sleep and London blows up? I can't leave you people alone for five minutes. o.O
Thanks to Livejournal, I am relatively sure that just about everyone I know in those parts is safe, but I will of course be checking (as if I don't obsessively check LJ every hour, anyway). Television is being useless, and the internet is being vague. Generally, though, ugh. >.<
Unfortunately I can't stay here all day watching for news, though, as I have to go back to the temp place and hopefully arrange a job. Best wishes to everyone.
So, apparently Britain has reacted, sensibly, to this crisis by having a nice hot cup of tea. Very sensible. *nods* I keep wondering, every time this sort of thing happens, how Canadians would take random explosions. I mean, I lot of time would be taken up with sheer bafflement as to why anyone would bother wasting explosives on Canada, but still. Americans, acknowledgedly, just sort of panic. The media's built that way. The Brits, not so much, being more used to it. I guess our reaction would be somewhere in between, leaning more toward the British on the West Coast, and a little more to the American on the East, maybe, but on that latter point I can only vaguely theorize.
So, instead of a nice hot cup of tea, it would be a nice cold keg, a joint, and some street hockey to calm the nerves, but still, y'know. *shrug*
In other news, the President of the United States reacted to this crisis by riding his bicycle into a tree. Which immediately, of course, indicated to me that he's realized he's not cool enough to be President, so is trying to imitate a cool fictional one. (I watch too much television. ;)
Have appointment at Proper Temp Agency tomorrow. Did not like the one today. Too much work involving training sessions which include repetitions of the words "toxic," "hazardous," "immediate death," "fracture," "sunstroke," "forklift," and "hard hat." I have reviewed my options and determined that I am actually *still* not that desperate. I signed up with them, but may not actually use them.
Give me wussy geeky temp-work, O God of Income. I will build a dozen html-files in thy name. I can type. Boy, can I type. I'll commute two hours and sit still eight hours with a SMILE if you only give me something where I mostly type.
I am sorry that earlier today I accused you of being boring. I realise now that this is woefully untrue. You managed, in fact, to make a ferry crash that killed/injured nobody but a few expensive boats, and in which the ferry announcer informed the crew, with little to no inflection: "Please brace yourselves, as we are going to crash," sound actually mildly interesting, to the point where hundreds of people flooded the BCFerries phone tree with frenzied questions about whether the ferry schedule would be congested the following morning. I, myself, admit that I was somewhat concerned about the possibility of a two-ferry sailing wait two days later as I drove my sister to Narnia camp. Kudos on your detailed and helpful coverage of such a relevant local issue. If ever I wondered about the reaction of Vancouverites in a possible terrorist attack, your perspective on this and other news events has answered my question for me. Should an actual emergency occur, I will endeavour to avoid heavy traffic.