I laugh in the face of danger. Ha!

Yeowch, I fell asleep on this one. It was originally posted to my Live Journal on Friday afternoon:

I've been in a surprisingly upbeat mood today. It's not exactly like I'm the Bluebird of Unhappiness on a regular basis, but between the job/money situation and my personal life, those nasty little voices nag at me consistently enough that it is truly refreshing to find myself on an even keel in the (gasp) morning, on my way to (double gasp) work. I've gotten bored with the random shuffle mode on my DJ, so as I waited for the train this morning I started scrolling through the list of artists and cobbled together a brief playlist that suited my needs quite nicely. I stopped in the middle of the 'D's, which ensured that I got my fill of Bad Company, Collective Soul, even a little Cheap Trick. It was mostly light enough for me to sleep through on the train, and I even included Bill Withers' "Ain't No Sunshine" to fit the day's weather forecast. I think some of the best playlists are the spontaneous ones.

However, I had an unsettling moment while riding the Metro out of Union Station. I was reading the Express article about the warnings of a terrorist attack on New York's transit system, and it dawned on me that I was riding on the subway in the Nation's Capital. Yeah, I know, I've been doing just that five days a week for six months now. Mostly, I don't let myself think about it. But in this moment, I felt a real apprehension, even fear. I was in danger, I could be an innocent victim, a target. I didn't linger too long, though. We have a president who has preyed on those types of fears for four years. He has used them to rob us of our civil liberties and our economic well-being, and for 1,944 American soldiers, their lives. So if those are the consequences of being afraid, I think I'll pass. I heard somewhere that nobody lives forever, so if they get me today, so be it. What am I going to do? Walk clear across Washington D.C. twice a day? Carry a blast shield with me? Refuse to go to work? I'll take my chances, because the odds of NOT getting blown up are very much in my favor.

Speaking of political type dealies, I stumbled upon Moby's online journal yesterday. Yes, that Moby. It is truly a delight. He quite often weighs in with his own take on the issues that affect us as a people (you may be shocked to learn that he is a liberal), his experiences in traveling the world, and even an occasional "top ten" list. He even posted a fantastic joke that I will take the liberty of reprinting here:

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.""OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"

Ba-dum-bump. Anyway, go check it out here!

That's all I've got. Most of my entries lately haven't been very fun, so I'll scurry back this weekend with a wacky meme or an anecdote or something. Or maybe we'll all have cookies and ice cream! Hooray!

Current Music: Chris Cornell - Seasons