I am well and truly sick about the Titanic Hyper. Probably this is brought on by someone’s hysterical, middle-of-the-night insomniac FB post obsessing about the deaths.

We missed the 2002 anniversary of Mt. Pelee’s explosion in 1902. Waaay more people died in that. 32,000 to be exact. I’ll be some of them were photogenic. Maybe they were even in love.

The Shaanxi earthquake’s 450th anniversary was in 2006. They might have said something in China, but I heard no word of it here. Eight hundred thousand died in that. Eight. Hundred. Thousand.

The Chinese had a flood in 1931 that killed, at a minimum, that many. Probably many more. We could film some lovers standing in water, easy.

The Pandemic of 1918 will have an anniversary in 2018. Do you suppose that the new face of the Pandemic, Edward the Sparkly Vampire, will be enough to make anyone take notice?

I can understand why we get no anniversaries and no movies about the Bubonic Plague. It was a seriously disgusting way to die, and the Middle Ages were one big long bad hair day interspersed with bad government and bad ideas. Also, it kind of went on a long time, and so it would be hard to pin an anniversary.

We could, oh, I don’t know, talk about the Lusitania. That changed WWI, and killed about 1,200 to boot.

I guess I find this annoying because natural disasters kill a lot of people, and we should prepare for them, respond to them, and do our best to be compassionate. I can’t understand why one disaster so long ago gets so much attention when there are so many who still need help. It’s shallow of us only to care when Hollywood draws our attention with beautiful people acting tragic.