can't be bothered to cut it, scroll past it if you're tired of it. :)
I promise, this will be a short version of "thoughts on 9/11." Besides, by tomorrow the media will have forgotten about it again, so today's really the day for it.
I was in small town MO, my alarm clock woke me with talking instead of music. In that sleepy half-aware state, I heard about the first plane. I got to the TV in time to see the plume of smoke from the second impact, and was transfixed. Couldn't even look away to dial the phone. I called my aunt, who's husband was away on business. Chicago, in a hotel right across from the Sears Tower. We watched as the towers fell, then we got together. She was terrified; it was so out of the blue, and without knowing if it was tall buildings they were after, or financial centers, both of which would have surely put Uncle in harm's way. It was awful, and we were far, far away from where anything was actually happening. Uncle made it home safely, sitting on the floor of a van packed with people. Needless to say, life was pretty much the same afterwards, but we weren't.
So Peace and Love to victims, survivors and rescue workers, and maybe with a little vigilance, we can keep it from happening again, hmm?
On to a completely frivolous matter: I'm up to Ch 9 in my H/D slash romance story, linked to chapter 9 here. Harry and Draco are trapped together in the Room of Requirement. It's giving them everything they need, except a way out. Who is Malfoy when he's not surrounded by people? Why does Harry seem so interested? Why does the Room keep providing alcohol? Warning for underage drinking, but it's nothing serious.
Not Pr0n, not yet, and I don't know that it will ever be pr0n-esque. But I'm awful proud of it so far. It's the most progress I've made on anything I've ever written, and that should tell you something.
On another note, the online business prof is a slacker. And I think we killed a small server, thus cannot view a vid for discussion. Sux0r. I crave grades! Pay up, hor! jk
I was in small town MO, my alarm clock woke me with talking instead of music. In that sleepy half-aware state, I heard about the first plane. I got to the TV in time to see the plume of smoke from the second impact, and was transfixed. Couldn't even look away to dial the phone. I called my aunt, who's husband was away on business. Chicago, in a hotel right across from the Sears Tower. We watched as the towers fell, then we got together. She was terrified; it was so out of the blue, and without knowing if it was tall buildings they were after, or financial centers, both of which would have surely put Uncle in harm's way. It was awful, and we were far, far away from where anything was actually happening. Uncle made it home safely, sitting on the floor of a van packed with people. Needless to say, life was pretty much the same afterwards, but we weren't.
So Peace and Love to victims, survivors and rescue workers, and maybe with a little vigilance, we can keep it from happening again, hmm?
On to a completely frivolous matter: I'm up to Ch 9 in my H/D slash romance story, linked to chapter 9 here. Harry and Draco are trapped together in the Room of Requirement. It's giving them everything they need, except a way out. Who is Malfoy when he's not surrounded by people? Why does Harry seem so interested? Why does the Room keep providing alcohol? Warning for underage drinking, but it's nothing serious.
Not Pr0n, not yet, and I don't know that it will ever be pr0n-esque. But I'm awful proud of it so far. It's the most progress I've made on anything I've ever written, and that should tell you something.
On another note, the online business prof is a slacker. And I think we killed a small server, thus cannot view a vid for discussion. Sux0r. I crave grades! Pay up, hor! jk