Oh another thing. The dogs! We were worried about and talking about the dogs and their confusion and their lack of, um,
can’t concentrate…
Like how they were accustomed to accomplishing their work and being rewarded and how it was confusing for them and their paws. I’m answering an unasked question but NPR is going to play this program later, I just heard, or there may be a on-line podcast.
SO that’s the kinds of stuff we talked about.
I haven’t heard the program and am not planning on listening but Oorah! for the canines!
Feeling irrelevant, not worthy of interest, wishing I was dead already. But I got tortillas to make.
I’ve been dying in front of every body’s eyes for years. And the We Are All Going to Drop Like Flies Ten-Year-After Tsunami is upon us.
That’s how I feel.
ANd then what happens to my kid?
I feel like I wish somebody was actually reading this thread. Really reading.
But jeezus that chicken smells damn good. The Kid will enjoy it.
It’ll be over tomorrow?
But I’m game to keep this thread going.
I’m not in a linky mood but the tune that is my current theme song is Leonard Cohen’s “A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes.” A friend put that on playlist for me last year. I don’t know if it’s still there.
Maybe look it up on playlist.
I’m gonna. Mr. Leonard Cohen cheers me up. Has since I was 13. How fucked up is that?
Is not that kid cute? I taught him patriotism and military history and collecting as a diversion. He sucked it up big time. He’s been wanting to join the military since he was six. Still hasn’t outgrown it.
I am a kick ass never open a can cook. Wish somebody else was here.
I’ve been doing this for 11 years. Want to worry about somebody–worry about our returning war vets and their 20% suicide rate.
Beside my mood swing is back up. The kid is massaging the dog and the the dog is pretending like she could give a flying fuck–just staring at the wall like ‘if I don’t move my eyes maybe they won’t notice I actually like this or if I move my eyes it will stop which I don’t want’ or something. It’s a hoot.
Back to last night’s movie, etc. I’m okay.
“I’d like to tell my story, said one of them so bold…” Leonard Cohen
You guys have been great. Discretion has not been wasted on me. Didn’t know y’all had it in ya.
I’m reading. And I knew about the dogs. Poor dogs, suffering just like the human searchers because they wanted desperately to do their job, to find and rescue living people, only to find… that.
Did you actually go into the towers and go up to the floors that were hit? If not, what did you do?
If you did actually go into the buildings, how did you survive?
Of the people that went into the buildings, was it known that they were going to collapse at any moment? If it was known, then why even go in in the first place? Was it an error of the command to allow there people to remain in the towers and ultimately pay the dearest price?
Kid’s too tired to watch the movie. Bummer. So here I am. There’s something to be said for depressives. They’re the most realistic.
No I didn’t save any lives. Except for a few strays it was pretty clear by 11 a.m.'ish that it was over in that way. To me anyway. It was about protecting the other workers, site-accidents, decon, eye-washes stuff like that.
Just sent this out to some news wires. NBC called back before I even realized I hit send.
**how about the one where the essentially homebound 9-11 initial responder with a service dog gets harassed by security guards and written up by landlord for a five minute visit to *** (sit on a bench, dopers) to see the 9-11 beams of light and say a little prayer.
did i mention i live in ______________ and am rent stabilized?
I was totally fooled by the super secret hero but I can’t tell you what I actually did but believe you me I’m really good to have around when the shit goes down except now because I’m a total wreck.
Her PMs were even better. Yikes. I’m glad she’s been determined to be a troll, and not the utter basket case I was afraid she was. Better under the bridge than jumping off it!
You glad you did?
