The following was written on the 10th of September, to be posted on the 11th. It is now Friday the 13th. Oh what joy.

Life can change in a moment. And just when you come to accept it, it turns out... That really, nothing has changed. And nothing will.

I know I complain a lot, and I really have nothing to complain about. I live a charmed life, and I know that. I told my friends about my mothers plans to move to a different state at the end of the year, at which time I’d either move out on my own or live with my dad. Somehow, through the intricate network of news that flies around our group, this got back to her that I felt I was being abandoned. An absolute load of crud, but that’s the way the grapevine works. That’s why I never listen to any of that ‘He said she said this’ crap. I take only what I hear directly from the people involved as fact, and even then I take it with a grain of salt. Different modes of perception and the like. I never know the full story, even when I’m involved.

In any case, mum had a quick chat to me to clarify. Which is the best thing to do in this sort of situation. Keep that in mind - If you hear something, get it straight from the horses mouth before jumping to conclusions. She talked to me about it before - she asked me if I’d move to Queensland with her. To which I replied ‘Can I bring my friends’. Which was the way I felt back then and, while I think right about now I could happily leave this town behind and start fresh, I still have too many ties to this city to be willing to sever them all, and some things about to start I’m not sure I want to miss. I just need some heavy pruning. I was rather hoping she would move -It would get her away from some ‘extra baggage’ people down here she could really do with losing. And it would be a clean, simple break. So I was thoroughly shocked to discover that I resented the idea - It was certainly news to me.

In any case, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. She’s not likely to go anywhere, and we’re going to stay trapped this way until something happens to shake her away. But I don’t think I’ll leave. I’ll probably die here, and I’d have to be taken away before then. Not that this is particularly the place I want to be, but it’s home. I can see it ghosted by the time I’m 37 in any case.

Meanwhile, if my posting plan has gone correctly, today should be the old 9-11. Well, the new 9-11 anyway, since it’s only become a big thing since the plane crash. Actually, we didn’t here about it until the 12th down here. Since we’re almost a day ahead of New York, I woke up wondering where the hell my morning programs had gone.

On a side-note, Cheez TV has returned to it’s all-anime format. Now if it could only be all-new...

Anyway, While I’m somewhat distant from the whole event, from watching Touched by an Angel I can see it’s a big deal for Americans. I mean, how would I feel if the Opera House was bombed? Well... Probably I’d wonder what they had against the old swan that made them what to re-decorate, but that’s entirely besides the point. Crashing the towers was like giving the USA a kick in the nuts. Which probably isn’t a bad analogy, given what they represent. I’m probably going to piss someone off, but the towers stood for America’s monetary virility and the all mighty dollar. They were also rather the ‘My building is bigger then your building, AND there’s two of them’ sort of affairs. Like a collective ‘I’ve got a great big tonker’.
And nothing gets a guy angrier then being dismembered. Thousands of people die in a mud slide, it's an act of god. The Oklahoma city bombing - A tragedy. Kicking USA in the nuts - Unforgivable. And god knows America's little brother, Australia, is gonna follow them around like the lost puppy we are until they get their vengeance.

Call me unpatriotic if you will - I'm not an American, so it's not really a hangable offence. And I remain sceptical about my beloved Australia to the end. This was inevitable. I just wish there wasn't such a high death-count from it. But then again, that's always the way isn't it? Kill of a lot of people, cut the world population down - Think the spirit in the sky is trying to tell us that there are too many of us? It's possible - Hell, anything's possible. That's just the way it is sometimes.

Oh, and by the way - Anyone picking on Muslims simply because they're Islamic deserves to be shot. Or stoned, or electrocuted, or given the lethal injection, or however your particular area likes to kill people. Who do you think you are, ye olde English? Romans?

... Romans... America, Rome, America, Rome, America...

I'm going to have to look this one up I think.

Signing off from under the rock that is our globe.

"If we believe, in the night we trust."
~Because the night

- posted by Washi @ 6:32 pm