I find it a little disturbing that things never really change.

When I was a kid, young, innocent and fresh faced (yes, this was a very long time ago) we lived in the shadow of a full blow nuclear war. It was just one of those things that could happen at any given moment and you sort of factored that in to your everyday experience of things.

In part I think that’s why it’s so easy for my generation (probably the Gen X, or roughly thereabouts) to figure we’re all going to die horribly and in bits. So we got behind the whole “save the planet” thing, because there’s something to that. Seems like a good idea, you know?

However, there’s always something new to worry about if you’re the worrying kind.

So now, we’ve god Black Holes created by mad scientists (ah, not to worry, they are very small black holes, you’ll hardly even notice them) and poisoned seas and test bombing in flu pandemics and lions and tigers and bears, ohmy.

So when the alarms go off about solar storms, or geomagnetic storms, that can cause massive damage and disrupt communication, satellites and navigational systems frankly I basically shrug and go … yeah, and?

But, we must protect ourselves from the evil sun! it’s out to get us! It’s going to rough us up.

Again – yeah, and?

‘Cause I can take on the stupidity of man, as in “stop blowing shit up!” and I can take on the stupidity of science and progress as in “just because you can, doesn’t mean you should” but I really can’t take on the sun.

Celestial bodies are beyond my pay grade and way out of my division.

ROL