If you were expecting something along the more geekier rants, today isn't really the day.
Not like I have a rant for the day but... something more along the lines of serious stuff.
Wow, 12 years eh?
Being there was hard enough.
Seeing the flames and collapsed buildings made it worse.
But I know I was lucky - I'm still here, and alive, with my loved ones.
And I say to myself - I know I can't just forget what happened, no matter how many years go by.
OK, I know I sound like I'm the only one who know's what the hell I'm talking about.
Here, have a look. Was I really there? Yes.
Am I traumatized? No, not as much as those who lost things they valued.
But do I still care, even after 12 years? HELL YEAH.