Can you say, Eyjafjallajokull?

Holy Magma, Batman, no one can!

And nobody should. To name the beast is to give it power. And the damn thing has power enough already.

A solitary vent erupting from under the ice of Iceland, in the middle of the north Atlantic ocean, the volcano-whose-name-shall-not-be-spoken has caused more disruption than most wars. Airplanes have been glued to the ground and nobody - not even the US President, is getting in or out of Europe.

Now, the question is, and this will sound a bit crackpot so hear me out, "Is this all some sort of devious Icelandic revenge for their economic plight?"

Yes, Yes, I hear the obvious incredulity, as in, "How can Iceland control the timing of a Volcano?"

But look at that country. It's just one giant plug on top of a vast leaking hole in the crust, with gazillions of tons of liquid rock and gas trying to get out. Icelanders use the heat - geothermal energy - for most of their power needs. They have a long history of tapping into - of controlling the 'beast'. Perhaps they've learned more than we know?

Ok. It's crackpot and I am grasping at straws here. My excuse is stress. Stress and envy.

You see, some people I know are 'trapped' in Paris and can't get home...