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Sep. 11th, 2001
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Sep. 11th, 2001 11:39 amOkay, so after turning on the TV and paging back a ways on the friends page, I've finally got an idea of what's going on.
Oddly enough, I'm not especially afraid, just sad. Numb, I guess. I've never seen Dan Rather stammer this much before. Funny I should notice something like that.
Dad is near Pittsburgh... but he is probably fine, because if he weren't, my Randomly Scary Feeling neurons would be firing like crazy right now. I guess I'm lucky that I usually know when something bad has happened to family or a close friend, even when not knowing what exactly that something *is*. At least I'm prepared for bad news by the time I get it.
Dad's probably over at the plant keeping tabs on the situation via Web news or e-mail. Or actually, he's probably at home watching all this on CNN or something. If they're closing the frickin' *malls*, I think they'd want to keep employees away from the nuke plants too, if at all possible.
I feel like kind of a jerk for saying so, because a lot of people lost their lives in those crashes, but I must admit to being a little relieved that the planes headed for LA didn't actually *get* to LA. I have a lot of family in the LA Metro area.
I'm glad for Ma that most of her side of the family is in Taiwan, away from all this. She worries enough already.
I'm wondering if I should actually get ready and go to work right now. When something of this magnitude is happening in the world, it seems silly to even think of conducting normal business.
I want James to come home.
Oddly enough, I'm not especially afraid, just sad. Numb, I guess. I've never seen Dan Rather stammer this much before. Funny I should notice something like that.
Dad is near Pittsburgh... but he is probably fine, because if he weren't, my Randomly Scary Feeling neurons would be firing like crazy right now. I guess I'm lucky that I usually know when something bad has happened to family or a close friend, even when not knowing what exactly that something *is*. At least I'm prepared for bad news by the time I get it.
Dad's probably over at the plant keeping tabs on the situation via Web news or e-mail. Or actually, he's probably at home watching all this on CNN or something. If they're closing the frickin' *malls*, I think they'd want to keep employees away from the nuke plants too, if at all possible.
I feel like kind of a jerk for saying so, because a lot of people lost their lives in those crashes, but I must admit to being a little relieved that the planes headed for LA didn't actually *get* to LA. I have a lot of family in the LA Metro area.
I'm glad for Ma that most of her side of the family is in Taiwan, away from all this. She worries enough already.
I'm wondering if I should actually get ready and go to work right now. When something of this magnitude is happening in the world, it seems silly to even think of conducting normal business.
I want James to come home.
Return to normalcy
Sep. 11th, 2001 05:29 pmI really don't have much more to say about what's happened. I must say that I'm glad everyone's okay, and those who have lost loved ones have my deepest sympathies. I don't feel fear now either, surprisingly... probably because I've dropped down into Overanalyzation Mode, as I am wont to do in crisis situations or other times of personal strife. I just have an incredible amount of hatred towards those responsible.
And to those lashing out at Arabs or Muslims or middle-eastern folk over this: SHUT THE HELL UP. They're not terrorists, and you aren't the law. We should be focusing our anger on those who really *are* responsible, not perpetuating hate within our own ranks.
And that is all I have to say about that.
So anyways, yeah, it's back to the sheer mundanity of normal life. I've been at work most of the afternoon, although I am certainly not at my most productive. I have a nasty headache and I would really like to just go back to bed. I had a hella tasty bowl of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast, though.
I scanned some things today, including the few Hidenka panels and prototypes I've done. Then I made the mistake of visiting the Megatokyo art forums, and depressing the crap out of myself about my stupid comic. I am such a shitty artist right now, and while I'm certainly not the worst out there, I don't exactly feel that my skills are cool enough to be producing a manga, either.
BLEH! I think I just need to re-do some panels or draw some new ones. There are always improvements to be made, I'll just have to accept that. Drawing a comic is something I have always wanted to try, and I shouldn't let what other people might think hold me back from it.
I think I'm going to kill another 20 minutes or so, and then go home.
And to those lashing out at Arabs or Muslims or middle-eastern folk over this: SHUT THE HELL UP. They're not terrorists, and you aren't the law. We should be focusing our anger on those who really *are* responsible, not perpetuating hate within our own ranks.
And that is all I have to say about that.
So anyways, yeah, it's back to the sheer mundanity of normal life. I've been at work most of the afternoon, although I am certainly not at my most productive. I have a nasty headache and I would really like to just go back to bed. I had a hella tasty bowl of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast, though.
I scanned some things today, including the few Hidenka panels and prototypes I've done. Then I made the mistake of visiting the Megatokyo art forums, and depressing the crap out of myself about my stupid comic. I am such a shitty artist right now, and while I'm certainly not the worst out there, I don't exactly feel that my skills are cool enough to be producing a manga, either.
BLEH! I think I just need to re-do some panels or draw some new ones. There are always improvements to be made, I'll just have to accept that. Drawing a comic is something I have always wanted to try, and I shouldn't let what other people might think hold me back from it.
I think I'm going to kill another 20 minutes or so, and then go home.