Phone Call From Big Bro

My brother randomly calls me.

He calls me from the bus, on the train, when he's about to eat something Japanese (usually some gross fusion thing like foie gras sushi), when he's about to do/eat something that he KNOWS I would enjoy doing but can't so he wants to rub it in my face...

Tonight, he calls me and starts by asking:

"So... are you buried under a pile of rubble?"

I assured him that I was quite comfortable at home, and quite far away from Niigata, where the poor things had yet another massive quake strike.

As for the nuclear waste water from the reactor up there making it into the freakin' OCEAN, I guess only time will tell if I'll grow that third eye or not.