Fighting the Current

"Oh, I can't close my eyes/And make it go away"

My brother would make such a good stand-up comic if he did any of his acts outside the house. He just made up an extemporaneous three minute act mocking his school's lockdown drill. Towards the end, he started making a parody of a parody of "Secret Agent Man."

"Little crazy man
With a gun in hand..."

Physics test tomorrow. It's nothing major. Last test of the quarter. I can afford to have this one dropped and still manage an A. But I should do corrections before Friday...

Happy War! My sick sense of humor at work: I sent that phrase to at least five people.

"I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long...
'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up,
Puts my back up against the wall
...
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
...
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
...
Oh, wipe your bloodshot eyes
...
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die..."
- from "Sunday, Bloody Sunday," U2