I think that there’s less of a chance of you shooting your eye out, and more of a chance of you burning your house down — or the neighbor’s house down. I guess burning the neighbor’s house down isn’t really the worst thing you can do. I mean, you come out ahead because you still have a house, and you got to shoot off some kick-ass rockets.

It’s sort of like siting in a café, sipping coffee, and thinking about what brand of TV dinner you’ll have tonight while watching a train crash into the side of a building a block over. Naturally, it sucks that there was a train crash 20 feet away and you can still hear the sound of bones connecting with metal every night as you lay in bed, but you sill got to have your microwaved chicken alfredo. At least railway workers aren’t unceremoniously picking bits of you out of a shrubbery and throwing you into a plastic bag.

As long as you’re better off than someone else, there’s not much to complain about.