Dark Knight of the Soul
I only just found out about the shooting at the midnight show of The Dark Knight in Aurora, CO this evening when Chris told me about it at dinner (which he knew about because of people posting on Facebook today, and we all know that I suck at Facebook). Rachel and I actually watched the news last night (long story--she was at a press conference about a school district policy change, but though NBC10 and the Inquirer were both at the press conference, neither actually produced any stories about it); the news was 11 pm Eastern Time, of course, before the shooting occurred, and there was a light-hearted story about people at the Franklin Institute waiting in costume to see the midnight show in the IMAX theatre there. (I've been getting emails about buying tickets for this for about two months.) It all looked like good fun, and probably wasn't that different from the people in Colorado also anticipating a fun time at the movies, with the excitement of seeing the film in a packed theatre with a lot of other dedicated fans. (Somehow, even if the movie isn't all that good, it's a more exciting experience to have with a lot of other people.)
And then there was nothing in the morning paper about the shooting, which probably occurred at about 2:30 am our time, so the Inquirer was already printed and on its way to our neighborhood, so I didn't see anything in the paper this morning and I don't generally watch television news in the morning and only sometimes listen to the Temple radio station, which airs NPR news. And I didn't check email or LJ or anything until this evening largely because I've had a cold since Wednesday and I'm hopped up on cold medicine and feeling like I'm moving in a fog and spending a lot of time horizontal and watching Netflix.
Anyway, when Rachel called Chris earlier this evening to tell him that she was going to The Dark Knight with some friends (she's already home, so not a midnight show), he told her about the shooting in Colorado (which she knew about) and also told her that if she heard anything alarming to "hit the dirt"--to which she responded, "I know. They taught us about that in elementary school." (This was after September 11, 2001.)
So now this is something we teach our children in school (they learned all kinds of school lockdown procedures in case of Columbine-type emergencies) and they might potentially need to know about it to attend a freaking MOVIE. :sigh:
My thoughts are with all of the families who've lost loved ones in Colorado, just because they wanted to enjoy themselves at a movie.
And then there was nothing in the morning paper about the shooting, which probably occurred at about 2:30 am our time, so the Inquirer was already printed and on its way to our neighborhood, so I didn't see anything in the paper this morning and I don't generally watch television news in the morning and only sometimes listen to the Temple radio station, which airs NPR news. And I didn't check email or LJ or anything until this evening largely because I've had a cold since Wednesday and I'm hopped up on cold medicine and feeling like I'm moving in a fog and spending a lot of time horizontal and watching Netflix.
Anyway, when Rachel called Chris earlier this evening to tell him that she was going to The Dark Knight with some friends (she's already home, so not a midnight show), he told her about the shooting in Colorado (which she knew about) and also told her that if she heard anything alarming to "hit the dirt"--to which she responded, "I know. They taught us about that in elementary school." (This was after September 11, 2001.)
So now this is something we teach our children in school (they learned all kinds of school lockdown procedures in case of Columbine-type emergencies) and they might potentially need to know about it to attend a freaking MOVIE. :sigh:
My thoughts are with all of the families who've lost loved ones in Colorado, just because they wanted to enjoy themselves at a movie.