OH NO!
It appears that some lil’ Punk Kittens have taken up my theme song as their own! Thanks Jason for ruining my day! Now every time I hear that song, I’ll see those kittens!
...well, they are pretty cute...
Thursday, September 12, 2002
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
In Memoriam
“Every time I see the images of the plane crashing into the building, I am forced to watch my mother’s murder again…”
-Daughter of a woman killed in the 9-11 attacks
I wasn’t going to write about 9-11. I thought it was just a little too much as everybody else would be writing about it. Some of us just want to move past it. Yes, it was horrible; and no, we haven't forgotten it. How could we? For the last week, we’ve been constantly bombarded by information from everywhere about 9-11, whether we wanted to think about it or not.
However, after this morning, I thought otherwise. I woke up VERY sluggishly, to a dead cell phone. I got out of bed, turned on the radio and headed for the shower. WDET (the local NPR college station here) was apparently mid-way through a replay of their radio broadcast from last year because all I heard when I turned on the radio was, “Detroit Metro Airport is closed. All Detroit schools are closed…” I thought, “Oh no! Not again!” Last year, I was awakened by reports of the attacks and, when I tried to contact my family in Philadelphia, I was met with a dead cell phone network.
I soon learned that the rebroadcast was part of WDET’s memorial report on the attacks of 9-11. Soon, my thoughts were, like so many others', filled with what happened a year ago today. It was a national tragedy that gave birth to as many personal stories as there are people in the world, leaving everyone wanting to tell his or her story.
I thought about this site and the new people I have “met” because of it. And, while I believe I am getting to know a number of you somewhat well, I don’t feel as though I KNOW you. I’m a fan of face-to face interaction, but that’s not always possible, so... Anyway, now I’m rambling….
Today, as my own sort of memoriam, I’d like to kick off a sort of “getting to know you/me/us” line. It’s all sort of up in the air at the moment, and any suggestions are more than welcome. Sooner or later I’ll get a “real” host and somewhere to upload pictures so we can see what we look like. I’m in the process of drafting a list of questions so we can get to know one another better. Let me know what you want to know about me and the other readers (all six of you! *smile*) It may sound kind of sappy, but I guess that’s happens sometimes, huh?
“Every time I see the images of the plane crashing into the building, I am forced to watch my mother’s murder again…”
-Daughter of a woman killed in the 9-11 attacks
I wasn’t going to write about 9-11. I thought it was just a little too much as everybody else would be writing about it. Some of us just want to move past it. Yes, it was horrible; and no, we haven't forgotten it. How could we? For the last week, we’ve been constantly bombarded by information from everywhere about 9-11, whether we wanted to think about it or not.
However, after this morning, I thought otherwise. I woke up VERY sluggishly, to a dead cell phone. I got out of bed, turned on the radio and headed for the shower. WDET (the local NPR college station here) was apparently mid-way through a replay of their radio broadcast from last year because all I heard when I turned on the radio was, “Detroit Metro Airport is closed. All Detroit schools are closed…” I thought, “Oh no! Not again!” Last year, I was awakened by reports of the attacks and, when I tried to contact my family in Philadelphia, I was met with a dead cell phone network.
I soon learned that the rebroadcast was part of WDET’s memorial report on the attacks of 9-11. Soon, my thoughts were, like so many others', filled with what happened a year ago today. It was a national tragedy that gave birth to as many personal stories as there are people in the world, leaving everyone wanting to tell his or her story.
I thought about this site and the new people I have “met” because of it. And, while I believe I am getting to know a number of you somewhat well, I don’t feel as though I KNOW you. I’m a fan of face-to face interaction, but that’s not always possible, so... Anyway, now I’m rambling….
Today, as my own sort of memoriam, I’d like to kick off a sort of “getting to know you/me/us” line. It’s all sort of up in the air at the moment, and any suggestions are more than welcome. Sooner or later I’ll get a “real” host and somewhere to upload pictures so we can see what we look like. I’m in the process of drafting a list of questions so we can get to know one another better. Let me know what you want to know about me and the other readers (all six of you! *smile*) It may sound kind of sappy, but I guess that’s happens sometimes, huh?
Monday, September 09, 2002
Why Didn’t You Call ME?!
Yesterday, I attended the Battle of the Brits Car Show and almost purchased a 1964 Triumph Spitfire (which possibility is still not fully ruled out!) Anyway, we met up with some friends and then went to a local favorite brewery to hang. We, unfortunately, ended up at a table under the air conditioner which seemed to have a problem with it’s fan and was making a weird whirring sound - sort of like the core reactor on Star Trek or something! Of course, this made it difficult to converse. Instead of switching to another table like normal people would have, we decided to stay and laugh at our completely misheard and misinterpreted conversations. “Do you see in black and white?” “WHAT?” “Do I see in black and white?! Well…” “What?! No, where did you get that one from?” "I SAID...."
Conversations continued on like this until we got on to one of my favorite grrl topics (this is when I turn all grrlie and lose all tomboy credibility) – SHOES (I’ll admit that I bought 6 pairs last month!). The cool grrl next to me was wearing a t-shirt from the Bata Shoe Museum in Toronto. Who knew?! A whole museum devoted to SHOES!! This conversation took on incredibly hilarious proportions when it turned to a boy who was dissed by the Shoe Playa at Kenneth Cole.
My friend, the Jilted Shoe Luva, and I were shopping the week before when he informed me of a pair of shoes he saw and wanted to get from the Kenneth Cole store. Apparently, they didn’t have them in his size on a prior visit the week before and the salesman, T-Money, was going to order them and give my friend a call when they came in. I swear he sounded like a jilted lover when we went into the store and he asked the saleswoman if T-Money was in. She told JSL that T-Money was not in and asked if there was anything she could do for him. He said “Well, he was going to order a pair of shoes in my size and then call me when they came in. He never called me! Do you know if they came in?!” I had to walk away from the counter at that point to keep from laughing!
We had a good laugh at the brewery when we tried to create further scenarios. My friend, JSL, would find out T-Money’s home address and start to drive by, honking his horn and waving his fist: “Where are my shoes?!! And WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!”
Or, he’d have the guys from the Sopranos go to the store and show T-Money photos of the riverbanks, littered with empty cement bags and say “You know, we had to give the last shoe playa a new pair of shoes when HE never called…”
Ahhhh, lazy Sundays and goofy friends… ya gotta luv ‘em!
Yesterday, I attended the Battle of the Brits Car Show and almost purchased a 1964 Triumph Spitfire (which possibility is still not fully ruled out!) Anyway, we met up with some friends and then went to a local favorite brewery to hang. We, unfortunately, ended up at a table under the air conditioner which seemed to have a problem with it’s fan and was making a weird whirring sound - sort of like the core reactor on Star Trek or something! Of course, this made it difficult to converse. Instead of switching to another table like normal people would have, we decided to stay and laugh at our completely misheard and misinterpreted conversations. “Do you see in black and white?” “WHAT?” “Do I see in black and white?! Well…” “What?! No, where did you get that one from?” "I SAID...."
Conversations continued on like this until we got on to one of my favorite grrl topics (this is when I turn all grrlie and lose all tomboy credibility) – SHOES (I’ll admit that I bought 6 pairs last month!). The cool grrl next to me was wearing a t-shirt from the Bata Shoe Museum in Toronto. Who knew?! A whole museum devoted to SHOES!! This conversation took on incredibly hilarious proportions when it turned to a boy who was dissed by the Shoe Playa at Kenneth Cole.
My friend, the Jilted Shoe Luva, and I were shopping the week before when he informed me of a pair of shoes he saw and wanted to get from the Kenneth Cole store. Apparently, they didn’t have them in his size on a prior visit the week before and the salesman, T-Money, was going to order them and give my friend a call when they came in. I swear he sounded like a jilted lover when we went into the store and he asked the saleswoman if T-Money was in. She told JSL that T-Money was not in and asked if there was anything she could do for him. He said “Well, he was going to order a pair of shoes in my size and then call me when they came in. He never called me! Do you know if they came in?!” I had to walk away from the counter at that point to keep from laughing!
We had a good laugh at the brewery when we tried to create further scenarios. My friend, JSL, would find out T-Money’s home address and start to drive by, honking his horn and waving his fist: “Where are my shoes?!! And WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!”
Or, he’d have the guys from the Sopranos go to the store and show T-Money photos of the riverbanks, littered with empty cement bags and say “You know, we had to give the last shoe playa a new pair of shoes when HE never called…”
Ahhhh, lazy Sundays and goofy friends… ya gotta luv ‘em!
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