i've never really understood how the bones of dinosaurs compressed into oil. it seems unlikely. we've been pumping oil for a long time, and we don't seem to be at a real shortage. how many dinosaurs is that? and how much bone does it take to make one barrel of oil? did they all die right on top of each other? the bones turned slowly into oil then leached underground to find other oil and form big pools? i'd like to think the earth is really just a big complex machine with gears made of rock and metal that work constantly to pedal us around the sun and spin around its axis. and the oil is the lubricant for those gears. and eventually it will dry up, screech to a halt, and we'll all fly off into space. i like that we have a constant leak happening under the ocean. complete with a webcam so you won't miss a minute of the action. news channels with icons in the bottom that say "oil spill day 75" and the like. that seems fitting for humans and our existence on this planet. while we're here, things like that are bound to happen. and we go right on laughing and carousing. like when you're at a funeral and you know people are out at bars laughing and slapping each other on the back, and you think, "god damn it! don't they care?" no. no one cares. we just want to party. and that's why a constant, human caused, stream of oil in the ocean is essential. it seems like there are two basic types of depression. the narcissistic "why doesn't everyone love me?" kind, and the "why be happy? look at the world we live in" kind. but you're not seeing footage of darfur, or children starving everyday on a webcam. now, thanks to this oil spill, there's a constant reason to be depressed and hate the world. that's good news for a morose individual such as yourself.