I've not been writing much about Sept 11 anymore. I gues I haven't been thinking about it as much lately. I've been thinking quite a lot about the consequences of it, watching as they unfold around the world. I'm pretty worried about it, when I'm honest with myself, but day to day, I'm not doing anything differently. Life goes on, they say.
Here's an interesting look at Osama bin Laden, written in 1999. - Greetings, America. My Name is Osama bin Laden I found it to be more about the logistics of getting to interview the guy, but that's interesting too. Since he (bin Laden) very tightly controls what he says and what will be reported, I suppose the reporter had little choice but to quote what he did. Anyway, it's good to read about his background, and to hear his "justifications" for what his actions.
I'm impressed with The Onion's ability to still be funny. I imagine many people will find it in horrible taste, but I admire them for finding ways to be funny yet not really making light of what has happened. If anything, they manage to highlight some important issues. Check it out yourself. The Onion. (their server has been unbelievably slow lately, so you might want to check back later).
Okay, back to real life.
Tuesday night Team Foo had our rescheduled last game of the summer season. It was, as usual, a travesty, but we leave with a record untarnished by wins. 0-24. Amazing. It's pretty frustrating to always lose, and we had a shot at winning this time (a familiar refrain), but we still have a good time. This time we thought we'd have a beer before the game, see if that helped. It didn't.
After the game, we went to Alligator Alley and started drinking our defeat away. This strategy worked amazingly well. 4 shots of tequila, 7 Red Stripes, a couple games of darts and pool and some bad 80's music later, someone hit upon a great idea: Paint Will's apartment. So we went to his place and took up some brushes, stopping on the way to stock up on pizza and beer. As you can imagine, the painting didn't go so well. Soon the paint was landing on us more than the walls, and that was the beginning of the end. Or at least the beginning of the beginning of the end.
I had to take three showers to get even most of the paint out of my hair, and I'm pretty sure there's still some in there. I have a couple of bald patches on my left leg where I inadvertently waxed it with latex. Good times.
Luckily, someone was kind enough to tell most everyone at work of our escapades, so that made yesterday even more fun. Can't wait to get that film developed.
