things whut been happenin'
So I don't, thank god, personally know any of the kids who got killed at VT. There was that tense time though, waiting to hear back from all my friends who go there, checking email obsessively to see who'd replied and who hadn't, wondering...
That sort of clammy, sinking feeling when you're afraid of the worst, hoping for the best, feeling bad about that hope because if your brother/sister/mother/father/lover/friend is safe, that just means that someone else's isn't. Which is a very very terrible thing to hope for, but also very very human.
It is impossible to keep from drawing the parallel to 9/11, that kind of waiting-from-a-distance for the worst kind of news. A sort of helpless horror, but at a remove, at least until you hear for sure. The bad word this time didn't come like it did in that September years ago, for which I am of course thankful, and for which the family and friends of all my VT friends are also thankful. There are other friends and families who are not so lucky.
It's fairly awful all 'round, out there.
I can't imagine something like that happening at Michigan. I don't know that we, as a University, would be any more prepared than they were. I don't know that we would have acted (been able to act) any differently. Scary thought.
In completely and probably inappropriately unrelated news, I'm nearing what I think is completion on my latest fic (I very rarely finish fics, I just work on them until I get sick of looking at 'em, and then I throw them on here just to make them go away). It's 16 pages in Word right now, and will of course be longer, but I think we're almost there.
It's Matsuzaka/Varitek, Matsuzaka/Wakefield, and is.... disturbing. Which seems to be where I'm hangin' out, these days.
Anyways, just so you know that I've been writing, just very very slowly, between work and school and general exhaustion.
That sort of clammy, sinking feeling when you're afraid of the worst, hoping for the best, feeling bad about that hope because if your brother/sister/mother/father/lover/friend is safe, that just means that someone else's isn't. Which is a very very terrible thing to hope for, but also very very human.
It is impossible to keep from drawing the parallel to 9/11, that kind of waiting-from-a-distance for the worst kind of news. A sort of helpless horror, but at a remove, at least until you hear for sure. The bad word this time didn't come like it did in that September years ago, for which I am of course thankful, and for which the family and friends of all my VT friends are also thankful. There are other friends and families who are not so lucky.
It's fairly awful all 'round, out there.
I can't imagine something like that happening at Michigan. I don't know that we, as a University, would be any more prepared than they were. I don't know that we would have acted (been able to act) any differently. Scary thought.
In completely and probably inappropriately unrelated news, I'm nearing what I think is completion on my latest fic (I very rarely finish fics, I just work on them until I get sick of looking at 'em, and then I throw them on here just to make them go away). It's 16 pages in Word right now, and will of course be longer, but I think we're almost there.
It's Matsuzaka/Varitek, Matsuzaka/Wakefield, and is.... disturbing. Which seems to be where I'm hangin' out, these days.
Anyways, just so you know that I've been writing, just very very slowly, between work and school and general exhaustion.