The terror of Eyjafjallajökull

Today, One Will Come To Me: Volcano edition!

First off: Pronounciation. Personally, I have trouble even reading the word “Eyjafjallajökull” much less saying it. This seemingly random collection of letters is actually a literary ménage à trois, combining the Icelandic words for island(eyja), mountain(fjalla), and glacier(jökull). The name is actually representative of the glacier above the volcano, not the volcano itself, which is creatively and simply titled Eyjafjalla.

To assist in this very difficult pronounciation, here is a quick Youtube lesson, complete with catchy folksong. [via boingboing]

Now, able to say the name of this fierce bit of environmental armageddon, get a good look at it too.

Also, coming to a newstand near you: The Eyjafjallajökull End-Times, a magazine designed, written and published by the scores of stranded journalists scattered across the world.

Finally, Mount Eyjafjallajökull’s cloud of terror is beginning to let up, but that doesn’t mean stranded passengers are getting the first tickets home quite yet. British Airways, in an attempt to gouge the wealthy and abandon the poor, have jacked up the price of all their flights and are selling tickets for flights immediately, while making their stranded passengers wait another few weeks before sending them home.

It seems no matter how cynical one gets, there’s always some greedy asshole out there who is still capable of making your eyes bulge, your mouth drop out of utter surprise and disgust. Do companies just not give a shit anymore? Is the new game plan just do what you like and fuck ‘em?