September 11th, 2011

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Вот так, после дня космонавта с утра меня разбудил телефон, девушка в трубке рассказала мне что вчера я познакомился с ней около туалета в макдональдс на Пушкинской. Она хотела продолжить наши отнашения и встретится где нибудь, я решил сходить в зоопарк она была согласна. Мы встретились около метро честно, я ожидал увидеть что то получше, это была очкастый карлик, я как джентельмен не мог отказать ей в прогулке по зверинцу но когда около вальера с медведем я разглядел ее волосы мне прешлось... Ее волосы были зачесаны как у беларуса лукашено и прикрывали здоровенную лысину.

Вопрос дня: 11 сентября

Where were you?

Я тогда делала массаж моей американской клиентке. Она мне и сказала, что пол часа назад в N.Y. были взорваны здания. Я не придала значения масштабности событий, пока не пришла домой и не включила ТВ.
Thomas Crown

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was at work that morning, waiting for my shift to end and for my relief to arrive. I was only vaguely listening to the news on the radio when I heard reports of a plane hitting the World Trade Center. I had an image in my head of some guy in a Cessna that wiped out. It was later that I heard that a 767 had gone missing. It was from then that thing made turn toward the ominace.
Aarog, арог, arog, Аарог, Арог
  • aarog

Вопрос дня: Поменяться телами

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?

Человек страдает, когда не получает того, чего хочет, но еще больше он страдает, когда не может понять, чего он хочет.

Самая темная ночь перед рассветом, и я вам обещаю что до рассвета далеко. Я видел, кем мне приодеться стать, что бы остановить его. Иду до конца. Мы сами вершим удачу. Слишком много безумия вокруг. Вас только деньги волнуют. Я сделаю то, что умею лучше всего, я взял их планы и использовал против них. Никто не паникует, если все идет согласно плану, даже если план чудовищный. Он носитель хауса, а основа хауса – страх. Но Бог нам не дал духа страха, но любви, потому что совершенная любовь не знает страха, ибо в страхе есть мучение.

Этот город … Вы превратили каждый сотовый телефон в микрофон, высокочастотный генератор передачи. Пока полгорода шлет сигналы, вы можете следить за всем городом. Городу нужен герой. Преследуйте меня, обвиняйте меня, охотьтесь на меня, потому что так должно быть, потому что порой, правда, недостаточно хороша. Порой люди заслуживают большего. Порой люди заслуживают того чтобы их вера вознаграждалась.

Ваш защитник – темный рыцарь.
  • fibra

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Muzhiki moya lubimaya tema!!! Svidanie vslepyu. Na vstrechu priehalo... Pronicatelno dogadalsya, 4to svidanie pervoe i poslednee, i oblil menya na posledochek alya slichajno gadkoy koka-koloy.. V metro.. Na glazah u izumlennoy publiki)))) Veselo i so vkusom!

Вопрос дня: Поменяться телами

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?
я бы...я бы столько всего сделала.

сыграла в футбол,
купила красивую МУЖСКУЮ рубашку,
познакомилась с многими девушками,да, именно с многими, потому что вокруг столько классных девушек,и это не значит что они симпатичные и тупые, нет, они И симпатичные И умные, я каждый день в этом убеждаюсь, а парни...парни стесняются.бедненькие,маленькие,боятся познакомится, просто подойти и сказать *Дай свой номер телефона, ты мне очень понравилась* или *Составиь мне компанию, поехали встречать закат* или *А что ты читаешь?посоветуй мне что-то* или *Я проголодался. Давай сходим в какой-то уютненький ресторанчик* та Боже...столько поводов можно придумать!!!
я не упистила бы ни одной возможности)))

конечно я бы встретилась с пацанами, попила пива, обсудила девушек.так сказать занялась бы шпионажем)))
выведала бы все секреты)))

ну...эммми чисто гипотетически, если б у меня была девушка, я б занялась с ней сексом, все-таки интересно что они чувствуют во время занятий любовью) НУ ОЧЕНЬ ИНТЕРЕСНО)

Вопрос дня: Поменяться телами

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?

я бы...я бы столько всего сделала.

сыграла в футбол,
купила красивую МУЖСКУЮ рубашку,
познакомилась с многими девушками,да, именно с многими, потому что вокруг столько классных девушек,и это не значит что они симпатичные и тупые, нет, они И симпатичные И умные, я каждый день в этом убеждаюсь, а парни...парни стесняются.бедненькие,маленькие,боятся познакомится, просто подойти и сказать *Дай свой номер телефона, ты мне очень понравилась* или *Составиь мне компанию, поехали встречать закат* или *А что ты читаешь?посоветуй мне что-то* или *Я проголодался. Давай сходим в какой-то уютненький ресторанчик* та Боже...столько поводов можно придумать!!!
я не упустила бы ни одной возможности)))

конечно я бы встретилась с пацанами, попила пива, обсудила девушек.так сказать занялась бы шпионажем)))выведала бы все секреты)))

ну...эммми чисто гипотетически, если б у меня была девушка, я б занялась с ней сексом, все-таки интересно что они чувствуют во время занятий любовью) НУ ОЧЕНЬ ИНТЕРЕСНО)

  • sydkiwi

Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

A blind date I once had! We went to the golden arches (aka McDonalds) for a meal and it was his choice! Seriously I was 25 not 16, it was the middle of the day instead of 3am and I wasn't drunk enough to not care! I paid for my own meal too! The guy wasn't even ok looking or have a great personality to make up for it either!

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Январь. Вечер.  Минус двадцать три. Ветер. Лавочка в парке. Он танцует под музыку в мобильном телефоне. Смотрю на кафе через дорогу и мечтаю о теплой материи. Нет, даже горячей! ...отчаянная.
я не я

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Меня никто не будет стыдить за знакомства в интернете? нет? тогда расскажу.
Самое неудачное свидание имело место быть в период, когда принц моей жизни выпасал свою лошадь ещё очень далеко от меня, а предыдущий, ну тот который совсем и не принц оказался, уже не имел ко мне никакого отношения.
Итак, Москва, лето. Днями я немножечко работаю, ночами сижу в интернете. Вспоминаем интернет образца 2000 года. Вспомнили? Да, у меня  был тот самый "дай лап, друг". Прониклись? Аська, чаты... Несколько ночей подряд общаюсь с неким Н. В конце рабнедели встречаемся. Идём в какой-то клуб на Маяковке. Выясняется, что смотреть какое-то супер кино. Ага. На немецком языке. Без субтитров. А у меня пять классов церковно-приходской школы разговорный английский. Из поесть-выпить там только абсент, пиво и ... чесночные гренки. Фильм я посмотрела, пива выпила. Дальше рассказывать не буду. Дальше не было.



Казимир Малевич. Черный квадрат. бессознательное. картина.
Love is love

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I remember where I was on 9/11 clearly.

I was sitting in my first grade classroom when the teacher told us to stop what we were doing and she turned on the TV.

I remember watching the news coverage while the Twin Towers fell and feeling my heart skip a couple of beats as I remembered that my usual teacher, Mrs. Sterling was somewhere close by. Was she okay? Was she near the Towers as they fell? Would I ever see my beloved first grade teacher again? Would I be stuck with this substitute teacher for the rest of the year? I loved Mrs. Sterling to death, she was one of my favorite teachers. And it killed me to think about maybe she wouldn't come back from her trip to New York...........


And then she did come back a couple of weeks later, needless to say, we were one happy class of first graders.....

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)

Когда парень говорил больше меня! И это отнюдь не смешно! Зная меня лично, сложно даже представить кого-то еще более болтливого! А тут еще и мальчик! Да я слово не успевала вставить!!!!
Хотя в целом парнишка был хороший)) Но я просто не смогла бы выдерживать конкуренцию в разговорчивости, а потому первое свидание оказалось и последним)
Intergalactic warning
  • ninurta

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
Sleeping. Like any other morning at the ass crack of dawn. Also, 9/11? Not a big deal for everyone in the freaking country. Quit smacking everyone in the god damned world in the face with it. Some of us are sick and tired of it. Let those affected by it do their mourning or whatever and leave those that weren't alone.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I remember i was in the second grade, in Mr Scalise's class, reading one of the books that the he gave us, and then another teacher came in and talked in low voices to my 2nd grade teacher. They turned the t.v. on and we saw the live footage of what was happening. When i went home, i found out about it from my parents and saw how sorrowful they looked. I was at the age where i knew what was going on, i just didn't understand why it was all happening. Heart goes out to all affected by 9/11...



      Credits to ©2009-2011 ~Hanamio-chan from Devianart
  • vasser1

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Да честно скажу женщины не раз обламывали. Но вот с венерологом тоже ни разу не встречался.
Самым неприятным свиданием была встреча с молодой преподавательницей математики на экзамене второго курса института... Еле выжил, но мадемуазель мне симпатизировала и в зачетку я получил заранее предполагаемый "трояк"...

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in my Government class as it was happening. I didn't know what was going on because our principal wouldn't let anyone in the school turn on the TV. My German teacher turned it on anyway when I had her class that day (it was last period), and we watched the footage that had been captured.

But you know, this thing, and the simple question, makes me think it's written in a spiteful tone. As if to guilt trip those who are not even residents of NYC, which is bullshit.

Personally, I'm tired of remembering. I'm tired of being reminded year after year that it happened, that we're forced to remember. Yes, it shook us as a nation, it united us for a time, but look at what we did because of it. We threw ourselves into a chaotic middle east, not knowing exactly who we were chasing after, and when we finally did grab the one man we decided to blame for all of this? People made me sick celebrating over his death, and I think they were all fools if they thought that finished it.

I mean no disrespect to the families who lost loved ones, to the kids who never got to know their parents because of it, to the parents that have now outlived their children that had gotten caught up in it all. I'm just sick and tired of remembering that horrible image of two iconic buildings tumbling down as if they were built by matchsticks. I don't want to grieve over it anymore. I don't believe the rest of the nation should either.

Because I'm from San Antonio, I imagined what it would be like if the Tower of the Americas and/or the Alamo got demolished in the same way. And then pictured people all around downtown dying in an instant. I figured that was very much the equivalent of the Two Towers collapsing, and it gave me the shivers.

All the same, I want to move on completely from that event, and I believe everyone else should as well. Move on doesn't mean completely forget. Move on means live while taking the lessons of the past with you.
cat in bag

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I am tempted to say that I'm at home on my computer, because today is 9/11. It's just not 9/11/2001, which is what I assume this question is asking about.

Since I'm on the west coast, it was just before in the morning when the first plane hit, and I was still asleep. One of my cats did wake me up briefly around 6:00 a.m., but that was probably just a coincidence.

I got up around nine, since I didn't have to go to work that day, and the first thing I did, as always, was log in to my email account. I saw a brief email on one of my mailing lists mentioning that a plane had hit the World Trade Centre. Knowing that a plane had once hit the Empire State Building, I assumed that it was a similar situation -- a small plane had gotten lost and hit the building.

I think the next email I read said that a bomb had gone off in Washington, D.C., and the sender wondered what the heck was going on.

Then there was another email about a plane crash in Pennsylvania, and another plane hitting the World Trade Centre. I knew that something was up, but it was still hard to figure out exactly what. I opened my web browser and went to cnn.com -- which promptly crashed. I tried CBC news -- crashed. Tried Yahoo News -- crashed. Every news website, one after another, crashed when I tried to load it.

Then I thought to myself, "Oh. Television. DUH." I then alternated between CNN and CBC Newsworld for awhile, but after a couple of hours it became fairly clear that everyone was regurgitating the same information over and over again because there really wasn't much new to report. One memory I have is of Peter Mansbridge helming the CBC's coverage and asking, completely off the cuff, if they could please stop their constant showing of the towers falling because he found it just too disturbing and thought the viewers might find it disturbing too.

It happens to be Monster's birthday on September 12, and I hadn't bought him a gift yet. Also, I had some library books to return, plus one on hold to pick up. So I headed out, to find my landlady/upstairs neighbour sitting on the steps of the house just staring into space. I asked her if she was okay, and she said she just was having trouble comprehending the disaster that had just happened in the States; the death toll was being projected as being more than the casualties of the Korean War.

At the library I was very surprised to find that they had a radio turned on, broadcasting CBC radio. I had kind of thought that a library would be insulated from this kind of thing. Strangely, one of the books I picked up from the library contained a story about two New York City police officers, and showed a picture of them posing with the World Trade Centre in the background.

I then went downtown, and I was going to go to A & B Sound to buy a CD or something for Monster. I discovered that all the TVs in the store were tuned to various news channels, and there was a crowd of people standing and watching them.

Down on Government Street someone had planted a flagpole with a U.S. flag on the corner of Government & Wharf, and was flying the flag at half-mast. It was still there when I went to work the next day.
  • indozo

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Влетаю в кафе, где назначена встреча.
Вижу друга в костюме, с розами и... растягиваюсь на полу в своем красном пальто на каблуках. Грудью упала на пол. Было больно. и обидно. Упала тк на улице был дождь, а в кафе скользкие полы.
Ну розы получила, конечно, но больше мы не встречались.  Стыдно.

Вопрос дня: Поменяться телами

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for just one day, what would you do?
Я бы пошел по магазинам и стал мерить одежду, женскую, соответсвенно) Очень люблю женские шмотки))) Завидую бывает...
качели

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
я не уверена, что оно у меня вообще когда-нибудь было =) обычное свидание, с назначением встречи, цветами, милой фигней и бла бла. у меня такого не было =)

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

"Серп и Молот"

Мне в этот день исполнялось восемнадцать лет!

Событие знаковое! Но так - как день рождения выпал на будни, то и отметить решили в этот день без пафоса.
Вечером, по сложившейся традиции, собрались мои друзья, чтобы отметить мой юбилей совершеннолетия.

Кроме спиртного, что было куплено мной, каждый приглашенный приносил с собой бутылку водки, а подарок покупался один на всех и на те деньги, что оставались у каждого после покупки водки.

Жили все бедновато и подарок мог быть простая зажигалка, или что - то в этом роде.

У меня была девушка и она работала на ткацкой фабрики "Авангард".
В этот день она работала во вторую смену, а смена заканчивалась в двадцать два - десять.

Она жила в общежитии, встречались мы с ней почти пол года, так - что я был хорошо знаком с ее подругами и пообещал вечером к проходной принести выпить.

Я взял две пол - литровые бутылки красного вина и извинившись перед друзьями пошел ко первой проходной.
Это сейчас поснимали у проходных все часы.

А раньше часы висели у каждой проходной, большие, круглые и очень удобные абсолютно для всех.
Кроме этого, и фабрика, и завод подавали гудки в восемь и семнадцать часов. По началу работы и по окончанию.

Какого было мое удивление и недовольство собой, когда я подойдя к проходной глянул на часы и понял, что по пьянке я перепутал время и пришел на целый час раньше, положенного времени.

Рядом с зданием проходной находились ворота, а чуть подальше в стороне стоял покрашенный в красную краску массивный, металлический памятник "Серп и Молот".

Лавочек у проходной не было, а я видно устал и решил забраться на Серп.

Я залез на памятник, открыл бутылку с вином, сделал несколько глотков.
Положив недопитую бутылку в карман, я лег в излучину Серпа и уснул пьяный, богатырским сном.

Я проснулся от холода, то вино с открытой бутылки вылилось на меня на спящего и я весь мокрый трясся и стучал зубами.
Время было осеннее, конец сентября, а я был в одном пиджачке.

Я родился и жил до армии во Владимирской области, в городе Юрьев - Польский.
В это время, в этой полосе случаются и заморозки.

Поэтому ничего удивительного не было, что у меня зуб на зуб не мог попасть.

Время было двенадцать часов ночи, смена закончилась, мои девчата не встретив меня около проходной, насовали мне наверное таких ... и пошли спокойно в свое общежитие.

Я посмотрел на звездное небо, потом спрыгнул с Серпа, достал бутылку вина, что у меня еще оставалась и похмелился. -Жизнь продолжалась!

Прошло почти сорок четыре года после тех событий, но один вопрос после того дня рождения, остался без ответа.

Высота того изгиба Серпа находилась почти на трехметровой высоте. Это делалось для того, что бы никто не мог из баловства залезть туда.

Я много раз проходил мимо "Серпа и Молота", я много раз пытался повторить свой подвиг, забраться на Серп, но зацепиться руками было совершенно не за что и я уходил ни с чем...

Девчонки отнеслись к моему рассказу с пониманием и простили меня за то, что я не донес им в тот красивый и необыкновенно - сказочный вечер, их магарыч.

11 сентября 2011 г.
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Blocco dello scrittore: 9/11

Where were you?

I was at home getting ready for school when I first heard what happened. My mom was sitting in front of the television, completely transfixed. This struck me as odd. The TV was never on in the morning; we weren't allowed to watch cartoons before school and my parents weren't the talk-show type. I think someone must have called her and told her what was going on.

When she finally noticed that I had come downstairs, she told me that someone had crashed a plane into the World Trade Center. To be honest, I had no idea what that meant, no idea what it implied. I could see from the footage that a skyscraper was spewing a lot of smoke, and it seemed to shock my mother, but I really didn't know what to make of it. I was 11 years old.

By the time I'd arrived at school, the teachers had been instructed not to run their TVs, because the latest footage was of people leaping to their deaths. Instead they sent us outside to walk around the basketball courts so we could talk among ourselves. I'm not sure this helped us avoid panic, but it was probably so the teachers could get a chance to catch up on the news. A couple people in our class had relatives that worked in New York, so it was kind of hard to look them in the eye.

I really don't agree with the war that we're fighting ten years after the fact, and I don't agree with the politics of it most of the time, but I will always remember and respect the dead of 9/11. They were just going to work, and someone cut their time short.

Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)


Guy I don't find particularly attractive, but seemed nice and interested (two crucial points). So, I give it a try. We meet up to play some pool. While playing pool a friend (girl) is in the bar and a shot required him to get close to her. Whatev, I don't really care. We're talking after the shot and says got that was way close to her, I didn't know whether I should pop a boner or not. UMMMM NO!?!?!?! WTH?

At that point, I ditched asap. I last saw him in a parking lot. He bitched all night about how he thought his car needed a new battery. So I followed him to a store to suit his needs. Once he was there and let him out, wished him good eve and went to my friends bonfire.
thoughtful

Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Well, there was this girl I met a few times in Texas, y'see. She liked to go to these... what're they called again? They're some sort of weird cross between a pub and, well, rodeo-show place. She dragged me to some of these places where y' ride on these fake bulls and they're connected to wheels and stuff, and you compete in knocking each other off. Dunno if you've heard about it, but it's not exactly my way of having fun.

I've met a lot've type of people, though, so it might not be the weirdest date I've been to.... Huuuhmm.. Just ask and I might remember more.

Either way, I'm bored.

Hmmm.... Someone wanna be bugged flirted with have a nice conversation chat?

[[ ooc: strikes deleted.
                 actually, Ryoga's just getting sort of sexually frustrated here, so he might flirt/grope/whatever random characters this Sunday/following week. ]]
OBAMA

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


It's a vivid memory. If you ask the older generation, "Where were you when JFK was shot?" it's the same. I was 11 at the time and I was getting ready for school. My dad woke me up and turned on ABC news and they were showing the video of the second plane crashing into the second building. It scared me and even at 11 I realized that this was huge and we were violated as a nation. I remember being really scared when they crashed the third plane into the Pentagon because I live right next to an Air Force base and my mom works on it. I remember worrying about my mom and being scared that something was going to happen to her.

It's one of those things, if were old enough to remember it, that will always stick with you. When your kids ask, "Do you remember when that happened?" you can have an answer.
Miss You Already

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?

I was ten and I was in Moscow at my grandparents’ house. (Parents were back home in California.)  I was actually supposed to fly back home that day but there were some problems with the documents/paperwork at the airport so we went back home to fix everything before I could fly. My grandparents watched the news report on tv that night. I saw some of it too. It certainly didn’t hit me how big this was until I got home and everyone was talking about it. There were a few factors for this, I think: first, I was young and so had a hard time comprehending the enormity of such events and secondly, since this was in Russia there was only so much of this on the news – not like CNN where you could watch it for hours – and my grandparents were trying to kind of shield me from it. More importantly, though, I think, the mitigation came from the fact that for the last few years Russia was suffering from periodic terrorist act – a Moscow metro station blown up here, a huge apartment building blow up there. So this was like, “Oh, damn, those assholes blew something else up.” It didn’t really hit me until I got home and in the following years…

Silver Mask

Writer's Block: 9/11

On September 11, 2001 I woke up by myself, and wondered where my mom was, since she usually had to drag me out of bed in the morning to get ready for schoo..  There was a strange tension in the air as I got out of bed, and I heard voices down the hall.  I followed them to my parent's room, where I found my mom and dad watching tv, both of them staring in stunned horror at the dark column pouring out of one of the Towers. 

I was in the fifth grade at the time, and my teacher had a television set in her classroom.  We had it on the whole day.  She muted it so it wouldn't disturb the lecture, but she didn't notice or care when we kept glancing at the screen as she tried to teach. 

It was a surreal day.
печаль

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)

полдня собиралась. встречалась со старым знакомым, думала, возмужал, похорошел, ан нет...
потащил меня в узбекскую весьма неплохую забегаловку, только вот запамятовал, где она находится. пока он бродил по тверской, волоча меня за руку, и вопрошал у всех встречных, где же тут дом правительства, мне хотелось провалиться, да так, чтобы этим встречным больше никогда не попадаться. не повезло... кто-то всё-таки знал, где дом правительства.
стоит ли говорить о том, что дальше только хуже... светски потрепавшись со мной о том, что в армию его не берут, потому что у него недовес, "недовесок" позволил мне оплатить свою половину счёта, да ещё, пока я ходила попудрить нос и подумать как ловчее его покинуть (и смылась бы из окна туалета, если бы по глупости не оставила сумочку в зале), он запихал в эту мою сумочку всякий разный восточный сахар, ссыпанный в салфетку) отцепилась я от жадины только по пути домой.
а сахар и вправду был хорош. я его потом ещё целый месяц грызла.

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
мне было ужасно неловко оттого что мы были вдвоем поздно вечером и специально встретились как мальчик и девочка
я был убежден что говорю одни глупости и в конце концов заткнулся и мучался в молчании
конечно же через сколько то минут ей стало скучно
на улице было совсем темно
она скоро ушла домой
больше не гуляли

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)


Подарила молодому человеку шоколадку. Он ее оставил на скамейке в парке. Пройдя по аллее парка повернулась и увидела шоколадку. Было очень далеко, но шоколадку увидела. И вдруг сразу поняла, что это наше последнее свидание.
Вот так грустно и печально закончились отношения, без сор, без выяснения отношений, без обьяснений. Просто увидела шоколадку и все. Встречались полтора года и дело как ни странно шло к свадьбе. Вот так.
bhoh

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?

I was in school that day. It was a 5-8 day, what we called it at GHS. I came back from napping in the nurses office (had a wicked cold) to my French class, and at about 8:30AM (mountain time) the principal made an announcement over the PA system that two planes had hit the two towers, one hit the pentagon, and another crashed near Camp David. We were all stunned. The French teacher immediately flipped on the TV to CNN, and we saw live footage.

I can't say that it was business as usual per se for most of my classes that day. My music theory teacher was speechless. And the English teacher wouldn't turn on the TV. The history teacher actually talked about what happened with us but from an objective point of view (what each crash site represented symbolically to the US).
  • mlkr

Вопрос дня: Минута славы

If you had your own reality show, what would it be called? What would it be about?
называлось бы как-нить смешно. а суть была бы в бсуждении известных событий, чужих выступлений, в смешном комментировании
  • gigadil

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Этот козёл опоздал, я замёрзла, пока ждала. Припёрся, притащил ну такую жалкую розочку, что противно было в руки брать. Нёс фигню, утомил. Жуткие несколько часов(

Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)

Haha okay, I have two but I can't choose so I will let you do that for me. One; A guy I met at work decides he'd like to go out with me. After pestering me for months, I agree, and out of nothing but loneliness, I set off on one of the worst nights ever. He decides to try to pretend to be chivalrous and take me out to dinner, but trust me honey, I wasn't sleeping with you anyway. We went to eat sushi, which sucked, and then proceeded to go to CVS as he needed to buy some bottled water. During sushi, he talked about nothing but his plans for us in the future and his crazy ass life in another country. Plans for the future....what the fuck, it was the first date(and the last.) He then took me back to his house without my permission and ranted about how he was so lucky to be hanging out with me for 3 HOURS, and said the corniest shit I've ever heard in my life. He made several passes all of which I tried to resist, but he wasn't really having it. I made up some bullshit phone call so he would drive me home, and then he harassed me for the next 3 months wondering why I wasn't capable of loving him.

Two; I was young, foolish, and retarded. I met him online. He picked me up in his seemingly nice car, even though he lived with his parents. He took me to a restaurant I told him previously that I absolutely HATED, I sat there while he talked about his ex for 2 HOURS. Again, he took me back to his house by means of lying to me and saying he forgot his license. His room was filled with childish and downright creepy shit, and he told me he could see himself falling in love with me. He looked nothing like he did online, he was missing several teeth, tall, and lanky. I once again lied and said I needed to get home, and when I finally got there, I brushed my teeth for about an hour until they bled. The end.
Classy Watanuki

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
En route to Disneyland with my family.   We had just gotten to our hotel when we heard the news of the attacks and that Disneyland was going to be closed for a few days as a security measure.   I distinctly recall watching the news coverage and trying to make sense of it all, but everything else I must admit is a blur...
grrr XP
  • aihoshi

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in 8th grade. I had just finished 1st hour phy ed class and had entered my World History classroom when I saw the TV on and the grim expression on my teacher's face. I don't remember much else about classes that day.

When I got home that day everybody in my family convened at my grandmother's house, where my uncle, aunt, and cousins were staying. They are from New York and we were SO glad they happened to be visiting us.

I remember watching the TV as people started jumping out of the windows in desperation. It reminded me of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, and I remember wondering why this same sort of disaster had to happen again, where there was no escape.

Such a tragedy should never be repeated.
Cowlick

Writer's Block: Excuse me, but there’s lettuce in your teeth.

Worst date ever had to be the one which totally wasn't one ^^'

I brought the girl I'm still infatuated with (//shot) out shopping and stuff because real girls like shopping, and then nearly got us both food posioned in the food court of the place with sausage nuggets instead of chicken :/

Then, we had to go across the carpark in the rain to get back to the shops, and I was about to confess my undying love (//shot multiple times) for her like in one of those cheesy movies out in the rain when she told me that she wanted to go inside to stalk some guy in a leather jacket :/

That's when I realised how much envy can be held against a inanimate object.

Then we saw Twilight. No need for clarification there -_-

But, when I brought her home, she kissed me on the cheek for the first and last time, so I guess I must have done something right after all, even if I haven't done anything right since xD
GURL DONT EVEN

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in the hospital, the night before I had fallen off my scooter, it wasn't until the next morning that we could tell my arm was broken. I don't remember much, I was in fifth grade then, I just remember seeing the footage of the planes crashing and asking my dad "Dad, is that real?". My heart goes out to all the men and women who died and all the brave fire fighters and policemen who helped that day.
everything on everything

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was on the other side of the world, in Okinawa, Japan with my family because my dad was stationed at Kadena AFB there. It was around 11 at night, my sister and I had just gone to bed and my parents were watching the news on the only English speaking channel we had (Armed Forces Network). There was an emergency broadcast of the events of 9/11. My mom woke us up to have us watch it and my dad went to the phone and called the base commander saying, "Turn on your tv. The world just changed."
  • ghostx3

Writer's Block: 9/11


I was in school. East Middle School, Brentwood, NY. I was in Ms. S. Leanord's class when our principal came on the speaker telling us not to be afraid but the twin towers have just been taken down by two planes. I remember just thinking to myself. I was wondering what happened by that time I didn't really know what was happening.
ppq

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was at school. My 10th grade year. That morning was so strange because I woke up with a bad feeling and begging my mother and grandmother to tears not to make me go to school and for my mother not to go to the meeting she had in DC. Because she works for the government we weren't allowed to know where the meeting was exactly. 


On my way to my class, I heard people talking about a plane and as soon as I got to my History class, the teacher explained everything. I got there just in time to see the second plane hit. 

Because Baltimore is right between NY and DC, they closed school early and I went home only to realize my mother's phone was there. It wasn't until she got home around 7 that night that I let go of the breath I was unknowingly holding and and cried like a baby.


Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in first grade at the time, and the only thing I remember is looking at the chalkboard, seeing the date, and thinking, "Today's going to be bad." I didn't know why; the sky was perfect, and everyone was happy. But I just can't get that image and thought out of my head. I knew something was going to go wrong on that day. I had this sense of impending doom, if you can call it that, and I couldn't focus that day. My teacher was worried, but I distinctly remember voicing my thoughts and worries. She brushed it off, told me everything was fine, but I knew it wasn't. Then, two hours later, my prediction came true, and my world changed forever.
kirk migraine, spock logic

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was a freshman in high school. I'm in central time, so it was approximately 7:46 my time when the first plane hit. My school started at 7:40. I can't remember what class I was in, but we were all oblivious. By second period, speech, we had heard about the first plane. I had to ask where the World Trade Center was. My third period class was keyboarding, and we always listened to the radio. I found out about both buildings, and then they announced that the Pentagon had been hit.

Everyone was shocked and scared. People panicked, thinking schools might be a target, but one of our valedictorians pointed out that few terrorists have heard of Alabama. The worst was a guy in my grade worrying about his father, who was due to fly back from a business trip in Phoenix that morning. Had he gotten on a plane? Was his plane hijacked? The cell phone network had crashed. The next day we found out that he had emailed his family. His plane had never left Phoenix, as all flights had been grounded by the FAA right before boarding commenced. He ended up having to drive a rental car all the way home.

My brother was in second grade, and the elementary school told them nothing. My mom and I had to explain to him when he got home from school. I'll never forget his innocence. "Oh, what a bad mistake!" We explained that it wasn't a mistake. "I don't understand. Did the bad guys jump out of the plane before they crashed them in the buildings?" No, they killed themselves too. "That's crazy!" Yes, it is. We watched the news for ours. I remember being so proud of the passengers and crew of Flight 93.

I woke up the next morning thinking about the odd dream I'd had. Then I turned on the TV. Not a dream. Everything was cancelled. SEC football games, MLB, all flights, all major events. I root for the Atlanta Braves, and I stll remember that the Braves played the NY Mets at Shea stadium at the first MLB game after the break. NYPD and Fire members were there. It wasn't about the game then. It was about honoring the victims, and not letting the terrorists win.
teutelquessir duality avatar

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was living in Gulfport, Mississippi. I was working two jobs at the time. I was a cook at TGI Fridays from 4 PM - 10 PM then I'd go home, shower and change and go be the midnight disc jockey at the local radio station from midnight to around 6 AM.

I got home and tried to sleep. But I kept tossing and turning so I got up and signed online. A friend of mine who worked at 4 World Trade was on and we were idly chatting when he told me a plane had crashed into one of the towers. I didn't have TV at that time (couldn't afford it) so I turned on the radio and went to CNN.com to look for breaking news. Then my friend told me a second plane had crashed into the other tower. We talked for a little bit as he kept giving me details about what was happening until he had to go because his building was being evacuated.

I called my good friend Ann (waking her up) and let her know what happened and asked if I could come over to watch the news. Frantic with worry, I drove to her place over in Biloxi. By the time I got there, people were jumping out of the Twin Towers. It was horrifying. I grew up in NJ and used to go to NYC a lot.

Then the first tower collapsed. I couldn't believe it. At that point I was numb. Ann and I watched in shocked silence until the second tower fell. Then she turned off the television and we just sat there for a while. I called off work that day. I don't think I slept.

My friend who was evacuated from 4 World Trade was just fine. I heard from him a few days later. Another good friend of mine had planned to take his sister and nephew to the World Trade Towers that day but because his nephew was sick, they canceled. I'm beyond thankful for whatever good fortune made them change their plans.
Jess

Writer's Block: 9/11

I really fucking hate this question. I wasn't there. I wasn't close to anyone who was there. Even the Pentagon is an hour away. Asking and answering the 'where were you' is some weird attempt to take ownership of all that tragedy. I wasn't there. It's not mine. Except it is because I'm American, I guess. But I don't want it.

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)
Ой, это было - просто идиотичней не придумаешь))) Я настолько опоздала, что он меня не дождался и ушёл, хахаха)))
Eye

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


In a spiral arm of the milky way galaxy around a small yellow star on a tiny planet in the life zone on one of the larger land masses in the northern hemisphere in an imaginary subdivision called the United States of America in a further similar imaginary subdivision called Pennsylvania in a further smaller imaginary subdivision called Beaver County in a further small subdivision called the Boro Of Kopple situated outside the moderate populated center for which the boro claims it's identifier up an incline from a major intersection of mobility carts which is well known for a great many accidents in a small metal box called a mobile home which was in a state of great disrepair on a smaller subdivision under the personal ownership of a 24 year old rather successful and attractive male with mate and child in which i dwelled with my bio sibling in a further factual subdivision in the box called a bed room.

There in as i partook of a long period of non action called sleep i was suddenly made to cease this non action by the bio sibling where in she initiated a startled call to wakefulness by calling forth in an excited manner that we were under attack. In my semi conscious state i misunderstood this and thought that the particular box in which i dwelled was indeed possibly being invaded by non native inhabitants of the box. Further information revealed that that a group of fundamentalist thinking organisms had flown air transports into great structures in one of the more densely populated sectors in a artificial sub division called the Eastern Coast. (which logic would dictate would only indicate perhaps up to one hundred feet from the waters edge) In a City Center known as New York (once called New Amsterdam) It was also made to make my attention that there were several air conveyances that were unaccounted for and that one may have been headed towards the nearest densely populated area known as Pittsburgh. this was misinformation how ever as the real target was a national symbol as was reported later. this called the ever so aptly described White House.

I have a tape of the live news broadcasts as it was happening everywhere. a six hour tape. as being were being interviewed for this facts came to light that were later simply never spoken of again which brings about the current mass of conspiracy theorists whom are often regarded as simplistic and "not in touch with reality" (which is also a subjective semi illusionary existence anyway) As to the utter truth of the matter it does not in fact matter for the people actually responsible for it if the theorists are correct will never see "justice" (a concept involving people making people pay for their crimes. this too is a subjective term as justice and crimes differ from culture to culture. and none of it will actually bring back the lives of those killed. nor repair the lives of those affected by such actions and the ripples of the effect) Interestingly it has been my experience that losing a not all that close cousin in the Pentagon does not equate to having people that could have been but were not killed in the towers. Also interestingly the Towers get a lot of attention while the site in PA where one craft was brought down by active passengers and of course the aforementioned pentagon are left often forgotten by most.

Also of interest is the fact that i felt a great twinge of guilt during this moment for a ritual preformed that previous night where a bio family extended member decided to overstep his authority in the ritual designed to bring closure and help to a non related but important person to me and call forth very destructive energies and thought forms and unleash them without proper direction. something several people reported feeling and brought them to the residence wondering what had transpired. My own guilt in this action was that i had noted the possibility of this occurring and i did not pierce the flesh of said Bio family extended member with the nearest sharp metal object thereby imparting a lesson and a stop to the whole ordeal.

I realized that such a thing later could not have anything to do with us that night as it was only a coincidence but i still have a desire to pierce his flesh. however this current and pervading desire exists for many reasons.

All in all i wish only peace for those directly involved and that this can eventually be dropped from being a media event to drum up ratings and made into a solemn event for remembrance and healing like it should be. However i am positive that certain fake news outlets and underhanded enterprising individuals will of course preform actions to cause suffering to use to their own benefit as it customary amoung humans.

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

Tell us your worst date stories. (Don’t worry, we all have them.)

Их было столько!!!!!!!и кажется все они были одно ужаснее другого и каждое хуже другого!выбрать затрудняюсь!)))Даже думать о плохом не хочу сейчас!Я счастлива сегодня!

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
i was driving away from my future.  i left what could have been the love of my life.  that was the last time i saw him.  our child would be ten yeears old.  i made the choice to let go.  i made a choice that would destroy all of us.  he said having a child would bring us closer together. 

i was so young and without health insurance.  i had nothing.  i was so scared and he wanted me to make a different decision.  i did what i could.  i walked away from everything that morning.

as i left his apartment that day, it was like any other morning.  i was dressed for work, ready for another day.  i turned on the radio and didn't understand what was happening.  the dj's were laughing.  they kept saying that planes were flying into buildings.  they laughed because they didn't believe it.  they didn't know.  they didn't get it.  neither did i.  i kept driving to work and then i left because no one knew what to do.  all we could do was stare and cry and i remember calling him over and over.  he was in the army so i knew he was affected more than me somehow.  he never answered the phone. 

i haven't talked to him since.  less than a year later, he left a note on my car saying he wished things could have been different.  i left baton rouge and ran away to new orleans.  i still don't know what i was running to and i think i'm still running.  fear brings everyone to different places.  fear keeps us stagnant.  fear is what has kept me in once place for so long.   

looking back, we were already over.  i had made the decision to end what we had created.  it was over before that day.  i guess, with all the chaos things looked a little different. 

tonight, i find myself in a similar position.  i've made a decision to end what i have.  i've made a decision to end a destructive relationship. i don't know how to walk away.  i can't save him, yet, i don't know how to save myself. 

i couldn't save anyone that day.  i couldn't bring anyone back.  i couldn't stop the fear.  i  couldn't change my own decisions.  life had changed forever.  things had died and the world was forever different.  it didn't stand still.  it was still moving but it had shifted.

i'm still not sure we've found our balance...at least i haven't.  i'm still wondering what the hell happened.
srs jon

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


Under my house.

I just that moment completed a weeks long plumbing project for our kitchen remodel, and had taken the morning off from work to finish up. I did, and my son came out to tell us a plane had hit the towers.

When I made it to work, late, I was castigated -- to put it mildly -- for not being there sooner. People were expecting things, omg. Quite surreal, getting a Serious Talking-To while sitting three feet away from news loops showing everything crashing down again and again and again. Ten years later, I can say fuck you, our country was under attack. How absolutely crass and short-sighted could someone be?

At the end of the day there wasn't an American flag to be found in any store.
space2

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?

Jeeezus.


I first heard that the "tower was coming down" was from my mail-woman. I just assumed it was an exaggeration. I'd already been through a report of a car-bomb in the WTC garage, so I'd just assumed that there had been another one and that the world hadn't really changed.

I had something to do... I honestly don't remember what. So, I did whatever and then went to my parents' (since I live on an island, and you have to pay for going there, you don't bother leaving without doing everything you have to before returning).

When I got there, I turned on the TV and tuned into CNN. I heard the anchor (I actually have no idea who it was even) going on about how America was under attack. I didn't believe it. I presumed still that this was another car-bomb from another anti-government nutbar and there would be a quick arrest and we'd move on.

We were too far away ... things like this didn't happen... the anchors were in the habit of exaggerating for ratings.

But then? I saw the tower struck and it kept replaying on a loop over and over...!

I thought that it was an accident, until I saw that second jet airliner strike the second tower....

I didn't know how to feel, honestly (for those not in the know, I'm American), but my thought was "This isn't an accident" ... I thought that it was another McVeigh and we'd be fine. We'd be fine because we'd suffered such a loss before... in fact, we'd even had a car-bomb attack before....

But then CNN had shown live footage... and I saw the WTC Tower collapse and I thought, "Jesus Christ, this isn't happening, it's a horrible accident."

And then? CNN reported [complete with that footage] that a second plane had hit the second tower! And, I had thought... "No. This isn't happening... not in the United States"... but it was. It was happening, and the news was showing both jets slamming into the towers over and over and over. And one of them had collapsed completely. And, I thought, "There are hundreds dead after this...."

If only.

Then CNN had these tiny black dots falling from the windows... and I thought to myself, "Wow. Parts of the building are falling!"

But, no. They were people. People, who were so desperate that they threw themselves off from 10's of stories up.

I was too shocked to cry. That came later... it still happens, when I see the images in my head.


I saw men and women throw themselves out of windows; They must have known they coudn't survive that fall. I saw men with briefcases falling from much too high... holding briefcases above their head as if this would slow them down enough to save them.

I heard about how NY's fire departments had responded and I saw the first tower fall. I knew. I knew that no one in that building had survived, and still I didn't cry - I was too stunned. I just could not accept that this was happening.

In my mind, you see, this was still an exaggeration. This was a car-bombing, an accident, a miscalculation because the Twin Tower couldn't fall. These things happened due to tragic circumstance or in other countries.

And then, we saw the second tower fall. And I was watching CNN replay that footage over and over and I thought suddenly, "This changes everything. Nothing will ever be the same". And the news, the anchor -whoever it was - kept saying, "The towers have fallen" just as my mail woman had said, but I still couldn't believe this... not this, please God... not this!?


And, God Help Me, but I thought, "Everyone who thinks America is too arrogant must be loving this"... and then we received word that the Pentagon was hit. And, honestly... I think I felt the way that our parents must have felt when during the Cuban Missile Crisis... that the world was about to end and I was sitting alone and my parents were at work and my brother was at work and we were going to end and I had no one to tell that I loved them....

But, of course, the world didn't end. I went to work. People were talking about what had happened. We were all in too much shock to grasp what we'd see, what was in front of us....

And, I think that a small part of me still doesn't quite believe this.

And, I still cry. I'm crying right now. I will never EVER get those shadows out of my mind.... the shadows of people throwing themselves out of those high-rise windows, looking like debris...not knowing that they are people until the cameras zoom in and we saw those limbs... arms and legs... knowing that there was no way they could survive that fall... wondering what it would be like in those moments to choose between throwing yourself to the ground or burning to death?

And here is the God-Awful thing... I thought that the worst was watching the Challenger launch and explode when I had to go to a "Freshman Orientation" at college and have the woman in charge berate us for being late... she had no idea! None. And when it was pointed out [including me, but I wasn't the only one] that the Shuttle had just exploded, she also acted like our "the freshman" being late was the most horrible thing. She didn't know. She didn't get it, because she hadn't just watched what we had seen.

I didn't know, either.

I thought that watching the Challenger explosion was the worst thing I would ever see. I had no clue.

And, to be frank, neither do any of you who are younger than I (now, 44). For you, this is history and politics. When something you take for granted is blown apart in front of your eyes, you'll get it.

I cry still. Whenever I see a movie set in NY and I see the Twin Towers, I feel like someone has hit me in the gut. I'm torn between feeling like someone should remove these images, and we need to see the past in order to appreciate what we've lost.

After watching the tower collapse, after seeing the aftermath of the Pentagon rammed, after hearing the conversations of that flight in Pennsylvania, I'll never - ever - be the same. Never.

But we have to go forward, so we do. But this doesn't stop me from weeping every single anniversary.

You can't know unless you see this live, in front of your face. I'm crying... I always cry. They took something from us and those of us who understood what we watched - we'll never get it back.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
I was in the 7th grade at Cramerton Middle School.  We were just coming back from our encore classes.  (I was in band).  The TV was on when we got back to homeroom, which was strange because our teacher never used it.  I thought we were watching a movie or something.  Then the second plane hit and I realized it was CNN, not a film.

We spent the rest of the day somewhere between shock and horror.  The TV was on in every classroom.  Teachers were stunned silent, lesson plans forgotten.  Their sole function for the day was keeping their classes calm.  Parents started pulling kids out of school just before lunch.  Our class went from roughly 30 students to about 15 in less than an hour. 

Rumors were going around that buildings in Charlotte (about 45 minutes away) were being targeted for attack.  A good friend of mine's mother worked in the (then) Wachovia building in downtown Charlotte and she was hysterical.  She ended up being sent to the guidance counselor's office for the day.

The teachers sat us down and quelled what rumors they could, mostly just trying to make us feel safer.  You could tell that, even for them, the 3 o'clock bell couldn't come fast enough.

My mother picked me up--my brother had already been collected from his elementary school--at almost 3 on the dot and whisked us home.  She wouldn't let us turn on the TV.  My brother barely knew what was going on.  They hadn't shown the footage at his school and my mother didn't want him to see it.  There was a strange tension in the house--the kind brought on by four people wandering around dazed by disbelief and unwilling to really talk about it.  My sister was only 3 years old and was the only member of the family oblivious to the whole thing.

I slept with the light on that night.

9/11/2001-9/11/2011 
May we never forget.

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?



Massachusetts. On break at work. Went out to the car, such a gorgeous day, and heard the second plane hit on the radio. Inside they had a TV on and we watched all day. I worried about my 6th grade daughter. They didn't tell them what happened until 1 PM, so the kids thought the president had been shot. My husband chose to go out drinking with friends and not answer his cell phone rather than come home to his family. Probably should have started marriage counseling then and tried to save things... An awful day. For days after, no planes in the sky. Sometimes a military plane would scare me.
Sanji

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?
Asleep. 

I don't say that to be disrepsectful, but the first plane hit the tower around 8am in my time zone, and I was still in bed. In fact, I spent the whole day in bed. I was a sophomore in high school. My sister came home from school early because... she could, I suppose, because it was big and scary and no one knew what was happening and everyone - even as far away as we are - wanted to be with family, and schools weren't doing much in the way of educating, so my sister came home. She and my mom periodically stuck their heads into my bedroom to try to wake me up, to try to get me to emerge from my cave because (I quote) "History is being made today!" but I was deeply depressed and deeply unconscious and I slept through it. Of course, my mom said the same thing about president Clinton's impeachment trial. 

I finally crawled out of bed around 6pm with the bizarre impression that two planes had collided over Kansas and one had plowed up a field in Pennsylvania. I was very quickly corrected, and for a while I didn't know what to think. I don't think I cried, but weirdly, I don't remember very well. I think I went down to the basement and started reading a book, though I couldn't say which one. Circa 2001, it might've been Harry Potter - might've been Gundam Wing fanfic. 

I did go to school the following day, and it was really bizarre. I rode the bus, about thirty miles South to school, and everyone was nice to each other. Everyone was polite, and respectful, and... everyone had an opinion, everyone wanted to talk about it. When I got to school, we had a moment of silence, my friend Paul told me later that the execution had been "poetry in motion" and... I agreed. I still agree - it was unexpected, and horrible, absolutely devastating, but... also done very competently - which is why it was so scary. 

I'm back in school now - teaching eighth grade [I like irony as much as the next girl]. Of course, September 11th hasn't fallen on a school day this year - I suspect eventually it will become a national holiday and it will never fall on a school day again - but we did spend some time talking about it on Friday. My eighth graders are 13 - they were 3 when it happened, and they have no idea what it was about, or really what the subsequent war is about. But they talk about the economy a lot, and it's very strange because they're growing up in a world where... that is a fact of history, and not something that occured in spite of being impossible. 

Going on to talk about the development of a short story was... very strange. 
Remus DH2

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?

I was a senior in college. I woke up that morning and went to class, not knowing what was going on. I usually put the news on while I'm getting ready so I can see the weather and know what to wear, but I didn't that day for whatever reason.

I got to my marketing class, and our teacher told us that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon. That was all he knew about, and he didn't even know about the World Trade Center or anything else being involved. He told us he was sorry to be the bearer of bad news when he told us, and I was very confused. He made it sound like the entire thing had been an accident, so I really wasn't sure why he was apologizing. It's always sad to hear about any kind of accidents, yes, but it seemed like there was much more going on than I was aware of.

When class was over, I walked across campus to my next class, history. When I got there, my teacher said that all afternoon classes were canceled, because of the attacks on the World Trade Center. I was flabbergasted. All I was aware of was the plane flying into the Pentagon, so what was this about the World Trade Center? I asked my teacher, and he said something about terrorists, but he didn't really know anything about what had happened. I didn't even know the two events were connected, and I was thinking that the World Trade Center must have been bombed or something. I still thought the Pentagon incident must have been an accident, and it was a complete coincidence that they both happened that morning.

I decided to go eat lunch, but as I was making my way to the cafeteria, huge groups of students were pouring out of all the buildings. I saw some students crying and hugging each other, and I was more confused than ever. It was then that I realized that something very serious was going on, but the details were still very hazy to me. I asked someone, and all they said was that our buildings were being evacuated. I didn't know it at the time, but it was because we were located in a city with many tall buildings, and those could be targeted as well. I still really had no clue what was going on.

With the buildings being evacuated, I started walking down campus, looking for a place to sit. They started setting up television sets outside so we could see what was going on, and I sat down with a group of students in the shade of the science building. That was when I really found out what was happening. It was so strange. I saw a whole bunch of my teachers and friends, but no one said much of anything. It was a very unusual and eerie silence. There were lines of students at all the pay phones, trying to contact their family or friends if they knew someone who might have been involved in what had happened. They were about the only people talking, and even then, it was in very hushed tones.

It was getting late, well after lunchtime, and we were getting hungry, because most of us hadn't eaten lunch, and I hadn't even had breakfast. They brought food out from the cafeteria and set it up on giant tables in the middle of campus - sandwiches, hot dogs, hamburgers, potato chips. It was like a barbecue or a picnic, but nowhere near the way it should have been.

I remember talking to my other marketing teacher (a different one than the one I'd had for class that day), and she told me she wanted to go home, but she couldn't, because the traffic was horrible. Our campus overlooked the river, and you could see some of the bridges and a bunch of the highways that went past the campus, and I went to the overlook that hung out over the campus. It was one of my favorite places there, but that day, it was anything but. The highways and the bridges were packed. There were literally cars bumper to bumper. I had never seen it like that, not even during the busiest rush hour. It was crazy.

They finally let us back into our dorms at about 5:30 that evening. There were a million messages on our machine from my parents, and my roommate's parents, and our boyfriends at the time. They were all concerned that something might have happened to us. My roommate and I spent the next hour taking turns and calling back everyone that had called. And then my roommate and I watched the news some more. While we were watching TV, my roommate said, "Can you imagine if someone had slept all day and just woke up now? They'd have no idea what's been going on."

It's still a very surreal experience to think about. It's been ten years, but I still remember so many little details about that day, things that usually fade with time. Even what I was wearing that day. Things that only such a momentous event can seem to burn into your mind forever. It seems like I've been thinking about it more this year than any other year previously, which seems to be the case for a lot of people. I can't believe it's been so long. An entire decade since I sat there on my college campus, watching the details of the events unfold with my fellow students and teachers. The experience seems just as real now as it did back then.

Forever remembering and honoring all those who were involved, everyone who was affected by this tragedy, and those who risked their lives in the effort to save others <3
tank
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Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


Tuesday Morning, I am barely awake, and drifting in and out of
consciousness. I woke at 6 to let the cat in and in am not very
successfully trying to get back to sleep, before the 8:00Am alarm. At
about 7:15-20 My Phone rings, and if it's ringing, it’s
solicitors, bill collectors, or my dad wanting me to move my car. It's
none of the above; it's my friend Francis, harbinger of bad news.
Usually he calls me at work, and tells me of some gun control
legislation that the state house has cooked up, or some smug
pronouncement by some ivory tower groups. This results in me having a
stomachache and some anger for the rest of the day. In person he's a
cheerful, and jovial sort, but he I guess likes to spread bad news. He
nearly yells, "Have you heard? The World Trade Center is gone! Two
planes crashed into it, and one crashed into the pentagon!"

My Response was almost "bullshit", as occasionally Francis will drop a
bad joke on me like that.

"I'm not shitting you. Turn on the TV.” he breathlessly commands.

I am a news junkie. Fox and CNN are the let and right buttons on my
remote (It's usually between Cartoon network, CNN and FOX, but Cartoon
network shows the execrable "Scooby Movies" late at night, so I turn on
the news, usually Hannady & Colmes on Fox). One of them comes up, and I
don't know what I am seeing. It looks like a city, maybe Manhattan,
covered with a huge cloud of dust. Nothing except structures near the
waterfront is discernable I watch, and the sound is the reporter, I
think from Fox, speaking in the same sort of quavering, broken voice,
you hear from someone who’s either been shot at, or beaten. The views
change, and its one long look down the street, over the pudgy
reporter's left shoulder as he's facing the camera. And the horizon is
dominated by a huge beige cloud. They then play tape of the twin towers
smoking, much like they did in 1993, except it's both of them, and the
amount of smoke, reminds me of the MGM Grand Fire of 10 -15 years ago.
Then one of them "fluffs" at about the 80th floor and the floors
above flatten in a huge mass of smoke and dust, then to my surprise the
rest of the building goes with it. I thought they built these things
stronger, but the plume expands sideways, like a tree, then floats downward.

"Holy Shit", is about all I manage.

Francis asks what Channel I'm on.
I tell him Fox, and we both play dueling remotes. Flipping over to CNN,
I see the impact on the second tower, but not what caused it. Turning
back to Fox, I see a much better shot, from a traffic copter, of an
airliner, trimmed for level flight (flaps in, gear in, lean and fast,
probably near it's 600MPH cruising speed) slide in from the right of the
picture, and rather than seeing it pass behind the building as one
usually expects, Liquid fire, squeezes out of the building, like
mayonnaise on a hastily grabbed sandwich, and then it turns to smoke, and
roils thickly op the sides of the tower in ponderous slowness, while a
spatter of glittering debris, fans out and away from the impact to drift
down to the streets below. On a perfectly clear day, the sun just glitters.

I talk with Francis, as they show footage of people on the ground
running away, and of the collapse from the street level.

The second tower collapse is more dramatic, as it looks more like an
inverted mushroom cloud, spreading from the bottom as the building
slides ponderously into it. The cloud engulfs everything, so at this
time, I am "caught up". Rumors are reported on the news of another
plane. Shots of the Pentagon, on fire, and speculation of other planes
in the air, also being used as large, jet powered Kamikazes. I tell
Francis, there was a book like what's happening called "Storming
Heaven", by Dale Brown, but it was just one jet, and there seemed to be three.

I finish up with Francis, and my Dad is up. He was 7 when Pearl Harbor
happened, and his TV is on, but I knock on the door, and ask if he has
seen the news. Duh.. It's on. He seems interested, but not particularly
disturbed, or anything. I go to get dressed for work. We had a morale
crushing speech last week, and new hour tracking methods and daily report
requirements that have turned a 3d Games gig, into a McJob, because of
some incompetence in higher management. I am not looking forward to
working long hours. I shower and get dressed. In the shower, I start to
get angry. ""The U.S.", My Country, has been attacked. It's not a loud
anger, but like a reaction to an insult, tinged with a little worry as
the events seem to still be happening. I watch more news on TV as I
dress, then I get in the car, and discover I am becoming a little
emotionally fragile. It makes me angrier. I start posting a few
messages on Yerf.Yap, and Polycount. The polycounters are pretty gung
ho, especially since one of the Moderators, an NYPD Detective Sergeant
has not checked in.

I hit McDonalds for breakfast, and the cheerful Mexican lady I see every
morning is her cheerful self, and I order my lunch, but she notices that
she didn't get a smile from me in the morning, and asks if it's about
the news. I tell her that I am angry about the news. She nods, and tells
me to go to the next window, her usual smile faded slightly. I get an
idea, and drive back home, and in the front closet I keep two flag. One
an old 49 Star flag that I use for public displays with the Historical
club, and another I purchased when I was in ROTC. I take the 50 star flag,
and hand the 48 star flag to my Dad. And mention he ought to put it up.

I resume my trip to work, listening to the radio. Limbaugh is not on,
instead it's continuous ABC news feeds, 50% ABC Radio, and 50% ABC TV,
with Peter Jennings. He talks and speculates while I drive through
fairly normal traffic. I pull into work, and see one of the other
artists on my team leaving the parking lot on his Italian Racing Bike. I
ask, "Not staying?"

He says, "Nope, not in the mood", darkly and I nod, and he rides off. I
then promptly lose it, and pull into the garage sobbing quietly. The
employee, Jem was recently in the Rangers at a Middle Easter Language
Specialist. He’s a decent artist, a bit of a jock, a deadly Q3A player,
and a natural when it comes to languages, speaking several Middle Eastern
languages fluently. Think of a slightly more Mediterranean Chris Issak
and you won't be too far off. I didn't think I'd ever see him again. I
recover, clean up, and walk into the bullpen with a flag under my arm,
and Dad’s hammer. The two Russian ladies, Olga and Inna, who also work
on our project are looking exceedingly worried and are talking amongst
themselves. I must have looked like an ax murderer coming in, as people
just got out of my way. I climbed up the cube, and punched the pushpins
into the wallboard, and hung the flag very carefully. Only then did I
check in and begin to work.

No one was in the mood. When working on the Playstation 2, you need to
have a version of one, called a "Debug Station" which is a PS2 with an
Ethernet connection. The other end of the PS plugs into a television so
that you can "check your work" to see what it looks like through the
hardware. Well the Televisions were Aiwa models 21-inch screens that
take up an inconvenient amount of space, but have a great picture, so
people will bring in unauthorized VCR’s and hook them up and play the tapes they like to watch. However,
they also came with a pair of rabbit ears. I plugged mine in eventually
when the radio wasn't giving me any info. ABC was the only channel I
could get and there was Peter Jennings in his shirtsleeves,
extemporizing, while listening to reporters calling in from all over
Manhattan. They showed the footage, and people at work would pause or
halt, when the plane smacked into the tower, or either of the towers
collapsed. One by one people snuck out of work. I didn't get much down,
working on a tank model for our game (Type 95 Light tank). And as the
news wore on, I became more angry, and touchy. Francis called, and
suggested we go out and donate blood. Some of the employees I confide
in were unavailable, though I managed to track down a fellow employee
and mutual friend or Francis' and suggested he join us to give blood. He
liked the Idea and as soon as the boss said it was okay we left.

I asked on the newsgroup of one was supposed to eat, or not eat, before
giving blood. I was told it would be a good idea to eat a high protein
meal and a lot of fluids, so I would not be woozy for very long. So on
the way to Francis I got in line at In & Out Burger. When the cheery
young voice in the speaker asked how I was, I mumbled "shitty", and lost
it again, though I did manage to get my order out. I haven't been this
fragile since my best friend died in 1994, and I didn't like it any
better then either. I collected my order and drove over to Francis'
place, and met up with Francis and Randall.

Francis was amped, and angry, and had the TV going on CNN. Randall was
subdues and thoughtful. Francis was calling around, but at it was near
3:30 and all the blood banks we called said that they had received
enough blood, and unless we were type "O", we should come back next
week. Getting enough of the news, we went out to his car and drove
around, first to get gas, then food for Francis. Randall left, and
Francis and I sat and vented a bit, then I went home.

As I drove up, I saw Dad getting into the car of one of the roomers at
the house, Jamal. Jamal is a Palestinian. A middle aged professorial
type, who is hard of hearing. Dad said He and Jamal were going to get a
burger, and I suppose having an authoritative looking American in the
car was a comfort to Jamal as the first reports of sporadic racist
incidents had also become known. Jamal and Dad returned safe an hour
later, though I think they just got groceries to cook.

By now things had become fairly clear, Three Jets had achieved their
targets, a fourth had not. The Government denied they shot it down, and
rumors of cell phone called from the plane led to speculation of another
cause for its demise. No arrests were made yet, but a few leads sprang
up. The death toll was unknown, and speculation ran high. Rudy Giuliani
looked like a pro, remaining in front of the cameras, and losing a
little of his polish, but never gracelessly. The president came across
like many of my midwestern relatives. Stern, thoughtful, motivated, but
lacking at all in any introspection. Not a bad thing in my book, and he
spoke carefully, though perhaps a little too briefly. I was imagining
that Ronald Reagan would have been a bit more comforting, a bit more
fatherly, and a lot more righteously angry. I miss Reagan.

Dad checked up on me to see if I was okay. I was, and got a thought.
After seeing Cara Mitten's series of pictures up on Yerf, I decided to
draw, and an idea sprang forth fully formed. Lacking enough Bird
reference, I just sketched out the composition, and then went scavenging
through Mom's books to find any bird reference. Other than a few head
shots, I found little, though a Xerox I did find of Sara Palmer's wing
tutorial helped me greatly. Around 5 or so I paused, as I heard Fighters
taking off from nearby Muffed Field. The only Jet noise I have heard
since Monday.

Around 7:00PM dad knocked on the door and said Mom was on the Phone. Mom
was in Santa Rosa. She was there to care for her mother, who was
recovering from Cancer Surgery. It was a bit emotional for me, because
mom has not been around in more than a week, and I needed someone to
confide in. We talked. She updated me on Grandmother's conditions
(steady but progress was slow), and some other topics. She was rather
understated about the news, and I told her how angry I was, and that I
hoped she would be back soon. We said our goodbyes, and I resumed drawing.

I finished the inks around 11:00PM, but lacking a scanner at home, I
could not post it right away. But I felt a lot better after completing
it. Odd how these things work. Despite my unsurity with avian anatomy,
that was one of the fastest and easiest pieces I have done in a long
time. Upon finishing it, I got ready for bed. The cat joined me briefly
and I gave him a lot of scratches and attention. Soon he wanted out, and
I turned in, feeling still angry, but getting the picture out steadied
me, and I was no where near as fragile as I had been earlier in the day.
I flipped the channels away from the news, but some things never change,
Cartoon Network was showing Scooby Movies.

...and that was my first day of the War.


The Image I drew that night.
http://www.rdwarf.com/edbado/LJPics/ourownnestbw.gif

The Color version now on YERF posted a couple of days later.
http://yerf.com/ruggscot/ownnest.jpg
Gackt, is, sexy

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?


I was in high school in my social studies class when an English teacher came running in, her eyes wide with panic and she told us that the world trade center had been attacked. I was 14 at the time, and being a new Yorker that day is and always will be a horrible memory to have to live through every year, let alone every day.

Вопрос дня: Кошмар наяву

"ушла" из дома и вот тогда то он и узнал, о нашем первом свидании: что я стою и жду его у его станции метро. Встретившись, предложила немного пожить у него. Хоть он мне пришелся и не по вкусу с первого взгляда, пришлось смягчить черты бутылочкой вина, а то и 2-мя, проснувшись утром вместе, решили, что еще года 2 таки потусуем вместе.