Yeah, I opened some of this week's comics to find 911 tributes in the back and thought "If this is making me feel weirded out, what's the reaction of New Yorkers or people who knew someone that died?"

I'm crossing my fingers that places I eat out this weekend won't be serving meals on commemorative plates or somesuch.

My cousin died in the Pentagon that day and I know I personally don't want to read or see any of the tributes. I am wondering how my New Yorker houseguest would like to spend that day.

ETA, it's not that I don't want to read or see anything about it. I just get so sad and also tired of the bombarding of images, headlines, etc.

There's a screaming eagle on the front with "United States of America" on a banner underneath it, and rippling flags down the sides. It's a BADASS hard hat, but I don't know that I can bring myself to wear it. I can't decide whether to subvert it with stickers or give it to someone who will appreciate the "America, fuck yeah!!" nature of it.

I'm not going to lie, I feel like just the fact of you wearing it subverts it in the BEST POSSIBLE "America, fuck yeah!!" way.

Because seriously.

I decided I should just wallow in 9/11 and get it over with today. So [spoiler fonted for those avoiding it] I tracked down my photo of me in front of Lower Manhattan from Ellis Island on Sept. 9, 2001, reread Natter and sars from Tomato Nation's post about Don, and found Peter Jennings on YouTube from when the tower fell, and now I'm done.

I'm going to the movies, possibly buying a new shower curtain! Exciting.

I think smonster needs to wear that helmet while wearing a t-shirt that says "America Fuck Yeah!"

Yeah, my weekend plan is pretty much: boycott the tv, radio, and OMGSHUTUPALREADYNYTIMES. And if possible the in-laws, as they are of the American-flag-wearing tribe.

I'm not going to lie, I feel like just the fact of you wearing it subverts it in the BEST POSSIBLE "America, fuck yeah!!" way.

I agree! Possibly with the "FUCK YEAH" sticker added. :)

Anyone who would like to come spend the weekend painting my deck and porch in a media-free zone is hereby invited. The weather should be nice and cool (by which I mean 85, sorry, need to translate from GA), and there's even a home football game if you like that sort of thing.

I'm going to be working on revisions all day, but it's hard not to think about it. I lost someone I grew up with that day, my best friend's brother. It surprises me that the images still bring that day back so sharply, but they still do. I tried last year to watch a little bit, because Carol was chosen to read some of the names, but I always wind up a mess.