Domestic Geek

I'm coming across something more and more as I cruise around the blog world and I find it extremely disturbing. People taking their blogs offline because of how other people are treating them. Why are people so petty? If you don't like someone or how he/she blogs, don't read it and don't bother that person. Blogs are supposed to be for the author and his/her friends, family and interested parties. People need to get a life. I'm tired a losing an interesting read because other people suck.

I wish people wouldn't panic when bad things happen. Stocking up on food, waiting in line for gasoline, etc. are not necessary for the kind of tragedy experienced yesterday. I couldn't believe it when I heard some gas stations in the midwest were charging $5/gallon for gasoline. I know people feel the need to do SOMETHING when they feel powerless; however, acting on irrational fears often make them come true. I can't wait to see how people react to the NY Stock Exchange being closed for most of a week. Try to live as normal a life as possible. If you give in to your fears and quit living your life, the terrorists won.

I also feel terribly sad that it takes an event like this to make people feel patriotic. They were talking on the news about how there has been a rush on purchasing American flags. Everyone should already own one to fly proudly on any given patriotic holiday.

Everybody has links on their blogs to stuff about the former WTC towers in New York. I found this guy's eye witness account incredible. This site depicts the various stages of the towers' demise. Jish.nu, the commentary here was very interesting. Irma is a student who lives in New York. Her accounts of how the horrific events are affecting her are heart wrenching.

I'm truly angered by the footage of the Palestinians partying over the news of the US attack. They should be ashamed. I would never whoop it up over the deaths of innocent people, no matter what my political, world, or religious view. Of course, they don't view US citizens as innocent. Still......

I know people are angry and looking for people to blame, but please don't take your anger out on any Middle Eastern looking person you see. The only people responsible for this tragedy are the ACTUAL PERPETRATORS.

On a personal note, I hate it when things like this happen that tie people to their televisions for the whole evening. They all end up ordering pizza for dinner. This happened during Desert Storm and the Oklahoma City bombing. I had to make 29 batches of dough today. It took me 11 hours to do all the prep, so I had to miss school. This wouldn't be a bad thing except that the actual sales ($$) didn't go up enough to make it worth the extra work. I get paid a percentage of total sales, not for the amount of work I do.

Missing school was not a bad thing except that crappy networking instructor quit last Thursday (yay!) and they got us a new one for the last couple of weeks. Finally, he seems to know what he's talking about.

ONLY 5 MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!

Today was my 35th birthday.

It was not a good day.

First, I woke up to the news that while the Denver Broncos won their season opener on Monday Night Football last night, they lost my favorite player, Ed McCaffrey, for the season to a broken leg. Then I passed a really bad semi rollover accident on the way in to work. Then the morons at work stacked the dough trays wrong and they toppled over, spilling the oil I had prepped all over the floor. I didn't think this day could get any worse.....

Then a few minutes before 7 a.m., a newsperson on 850 KOA's morning news broke in with a special report that a commercial airliner had just hit a World Trade Center tower in New York. While I was moved and saddened by the news, I figured it was just an accident and I didn't think too much more about it. A few minutes later, an ABC News reporter was doing a piece on the incident when she starts describing a another plane coming in and hitting the second tower. I knew right there and then that it was a terrorist act. I was stunned, but when I heard about the plane hitting the Pentagon, I sank down to the floor and cried. I cried for the innocent people who lost their lives because of some lunatics and for their loved ones, I cried for the poor people who witnessed the horror (both survivors and spectators), and I cried from the fear the these acts would plunge our country into a war. I was late to school since I lost so much time, but when I got there, everyone was hovered around a TV watching the news. The business park management had searched the building and was warning everyone go report suspicious activity. On the way home, I passed the signs on I-70 declaring the airports closed until further notice (I pass DIA and Front Range airports). I was surreal and I'm still numb.

I've been watching the footage on TV since I got home. We get some east coast stations on our Dish Network satellite. The CBS affiliate was off the air for awhile. The pictures are even worse than I imagined. Most of the news stations said they wouldn't show footage of the people jumping from the WTC. Unfortunately, I saw such footage on CBS. Freaked me out.

I'm supposed to be in bed. I don't know if I can sleep.

Well, I had my annual birthday gathering today. The festivities were marred by the fact that I had to do 16 batches of dough today and cut the side of my left index finger off in the process. It took 45 minutes to stop the bleeding. I thought I'd have to end up going to the ER. I whacked it about 6:30 this morning. Right now it's throbbing terribly and I can't type worth crap. I'm afraid to take the bandage off for fear of starting a gusher again. I'll give it a day or so before I even try that. I need to be studying for my Unix test, but I'm so tired. Maybe I'll go to bed and try in the morning.

I decided to give up on the Win2K Server class. It's not worth the grief. I don't need the credit and my time can be better spent elsewhere (like getting my resume ready to go). Some things that I don't wish to talk about here are going on at work and they're just more signs that I need to get away from it. The owner is such a wuss. Marcus and I had wanted to keep doing dough at the store we share to keep the part-time income (after I get another job here soon), but when I asked him about it he gave me some half-assed wishy-washy answer about low sales and not being able to afford it, blah, blah, blah. Whatever.

Laura has decided to stop blogging, I guess. That's a daily read I'm going to miss. :(

ONLY 8 MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!