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Sep. 14th, 2001 01:38 pmI've been sitting here for a good five minutes, trying desperately to think of subject line for this entry. For the life of me, I couldn't.
It feels like I'm six years old, again. Nothing makes any sense, at all. All I want to do is jump off the schoolbus and hightail it up the driveway so I can watch Ultraman on Channel 41, mommy. I want to go back to a time when turning Channel 15 on on Saturday mornings so I could watch Sesame Street all day long was a viable alternative. Even then, I was level headed enough to know most of the Saturday morning shows were utter drivel. Besides, what Sleestak could step to Super Grover, huh?
I'm so tired. Even hitting the various keys on this piddly bit of molded plastic and wiring called a keyboard is a lot of effort.
Instead, I find myself remembering the inevitable King Kong jokes that leapt to mind, unbidden, after the first hit on Tuesday morning. Then the second hit, and all of a sudden I found myself scrambling to set up a relay of the CNN audio.
Things like this have a distinct way of making you switch completely over to Instinct Mode, as Kryten might put it. Conscious decisions get put off to the side, and people en masse starting doing what they can. Be it consoling or rescuing or donating, they go to the work that is the process of healing and helping.
It was amazing and heartening and beyond description seeing #callahans folks come home by the droves, Tuesday. I can't even begin to describe it. Guppie_ set up the tracking page, people were hitting the Red Cross en masse.. the words just aren't there, friends.
So, tonight, I put on my netbroadcaster hat again to try and raise people's spirits even a little. RHIS, starting about 7:30 eastern. #rf-callahans. Iron Chef Rocky.
God, that felt so petty. But I have to try, folks. So do we all, so do we all.
It feels like I'm six years old, again. Nothing makes any sense, at all. All I want to do is jump off the schoolbus and hightail it up the driveway so I can watch Ultraman on Channel 41, mommy. I want to go back to a time when turning Channel 15 on on Saturday mornings so I could watch Sesame Street all day long was a viable alternative. Even then, I was level headed enough to know most of the Saturday morning shows were utter drivel. Besides, what Sleestak could step to Super Grover, huh?
I'm so tired. Even hitting the various keys on this piddly bit of molded plastic and wiring called a keyboard is a lot of effort.
Instead, I find myself remembering the inevitable King Kong jokes that leapt to mind, unbidden, after the first hit on Tuesday morning. Then the second hit, and all of a sudden I found myself scrambling to set up a relay of the CNN audio.
Things like this have a distinct way of making you switch completely over to Instinct Mode, as Kryten might put it. Conscious decisions get put off to the side, and people en masse starting doing what they can. Be it consoling or rescuing or donating, they go to the work that is the process of healing and helping.
It was amazing and heartening and beyond description seeing #callahans folks come home by the droves, Tuesday. I can't even begin to describe it. Guppie_ set up the tracking page, people were hitting the Red Cross en masse.. the words just aren't there, friends.
So, tonight, I put on my netbroadcaster hat again to try and raise people's spirits even a little.
God, that felt so petty. But I have to try, folks. So do we all, so do we all.
