w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"I'd like to see a passionate film between the two ugliest people in the world
When I say ugly, I don't mean rough looking, I mean hideous."

The Stranglers: "Ugly"
From the album: "Rattus Norvegicus"

Musing the other day about inescapable disasters, but where you have some warning i.e. not a 'being run over by a bus-type' incident, but Planet Earth being several days away from an aerial assault by huge meteors, or a submarine earthquake in the center of one of the larger oceans producing a tsunami a couple of days later, or an intractable deadline for a nuclear assault.

It would only be the wealthiest who might possibly escape the onslaught?

After all, it would take some incredibly expensive logistics to make sure you were on top of a mountain when the wave washed over, or deep in a provisioned cave as the nuclear blast roiled overhead, or skybound long enough for the dust to settle?

So, the re-procreation of the human specie would be in the hands of, say, Macca, or possibly Lloyd-Webber, or some faceless sheik?

Just imagine the progeny?

If any of their descendents ever made interplanetary flight a way off our dying planet, just what would the inhabitants of their target world make of them?

A viable plot for a B-Movie there, I reckon...

* shudders *

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