I've just finished fitting my gas mask.

I'm not worried or fear a missile attack, though rationally I should of course be agitated. In fact all I have is this wierd nostalgia for the last gulf war, probably brought on by the vivid smell of rubber. The smell of rubber is family togetherness (in a cramped pseudo-airtight room).
 
stultus's post reminds me of that Queen video for Radio Ga-Ga which has a family wearing gas masks together throughout the video's duration spliced together with images from Fritz Lang's Metropolis and the Queen guys flying around and leading a bunch of people in a clapping session all whilst wearing some very gayish clothes.

awesome video!