No digging for buried treasure
Almost had a weather shock this afternoon, when the lawn turned white from a sudden fall of springtime snow. Only for an hour or so, but at least our manna was of short duration.
Not at all like that little disturbance over in Iceland. The volcano has grounded air travel throughout Europe for three days and counting. According to one report I’ve listened to, the ash tends to melt at the same temperature range encountered inside modern jet turbines engines. Think plastic. Then, think of those expensive and precise turbine blades with a baked on layer of “stuff” that would defy being scrubbed free. Explains the willingness of the airlines to avoid that pretty cloud formation.
I’ve just finished watching a movie that may deserve an award for bad everything. Zoolander is off the charts. Ninety minutes of my life, lost.
Down in good old Washington, DC, they’ve uncovered yet more munitions left over from World War One. No simple grenades or artillery shells, either; this stuff is considered as chemical warfare junk. You know, we forget that before the Geneva Protocol of 1925/28, world powers had no qualms about “taking out” the other guy using whatever happened to on tap. A little mustard gas? Some Lewisite? (go ahead, look it up). And where again? Not exactly out in the boondocks.
I’m not so sure I want to see a map of the leftovers (from military mishaps) up here in Canada, either. Remember, we’ve been burying garbage for a long time now. Some of what has been “left for future generations to unearth” isn’t going to be welcomed.
