31 August 2005

Katrina and Disaster Porn

I've spent the last 3 or 4 days gorging on distaster porn on CNN / MSNBC / Weather Channel / the internet, and today I reached a breaking point. I turned to myself and said "Self, what the fuck are you doing? You've been watching this shit for 72 straight hours. You're unemployed, and not doing shit. Get off your fucking ass and fucking DO something."

So this afternoon I went down to my local Red Cross chapter, and asked them what I could do. Well, it turns out that they have a fast-track disaster training program. So I signed up for it. I'll be helping them out in the office and on the phone banks for the next two weeks, after which I get two days of fast-track training. After which they will send me ("deploy" me, they call it) to the Gulf Coast for 21 days.

I don't know where, in particular, I'll be sent. I don't know what I'll be doing. But I do know that I'll be doing SOMETHING.

As my brother put it when I told him, "Hey, you're doing penance for having worked on Wife Swap for so long."


I know nobody is actually reading this anymore, since it's not like I ever update it, but I'm going to try to be better about that now. I'm going to try to be better about a lot of things now.