I took a moment of silence by myself to reflect. It’s hard to even think such an event even happened.
I watched some memorial stuff on tv and cried. 
Then I wiped my nose and got on with my day. If I spend all of my future 9/11s wearing black and tearing my hair, the terrorists have won. No, seriously.
Not that we shouldn’t mark the day. Some of the services were beautiful, healing things.
When you lose respect for your own life… you endanger everybody. I don’t want to “hear” the religous fanatics. There were Muslims in the buildings, and just because they live in the US does not mean they don’t feel for their God. People forget that. Who horriblie is the irony with that?
What?
If you decide to kill yourself… and then worse, you decide to take everybody with you… you’ve obivously lost only respect for yourself but you’ve dishonored everyone.
The idea behind the bombing was Muslim right? Well you killed followers of that religon as well in the bombing.
I didn’t do anything. I had a regular Thursday.
I can understand why many people feel the need to have memorials, etc., but given that the attack didn’t directly affect me (I didn’t lose a loved one, etc.), I think it’d be silly for me to sit around and cry all day. I did that on the first September 11th, but I don’t feel as if I should do that on every September 11th now that it’s on our calendar as a Very Bad Day (as it should be).
I’m not cold, I just don’t see how my being bummed out would have helped.
My roommate and some of his friends held a dual Jenga tournament in conjunction with a paper airplane contest. I know that it was blatantly disrespectful, but I chose to view it as a sign of moving past tragedy and getting on with life.
I took a wrong turn and ended up driving around the Dulles airport with no good reason to be there. Oops.
I said “oh hey, man it’s 9-11!” outloud when I noticed the date very late at night. Then I went back to whatever I was doing. Only just then did it make sence why A&E was doing a documentary on it… Actually I’m surprised I wasn’t bashed over the head with it at school in my socials class. ESPECIALLY since we’re sudying Islam right now…
I could see the “Towers of Light” at the WTC site from my living-room window, and I did turn out my lights and sit and look at them for a few minutes before going to bed.
I asked my 6 year old if he remembered when those planes hit the buildings. He said that he had. I told him that today was the anniversary of when that happened. He said “Ohhhhh”. Then I kissed him on the top of his head and continued to eat dinner.
Went to the service in the morning, and then stopped by the site again at night. Several people were reading aloud from the “Portraits: 9/11/01” New York Times book. Every once in a while, a family member of a victim would come by and ask them to read a certain profile. Watched the tower of light from Canal Street, the Manhattan Bridge, and then at home.
I wrote my opinion on a public-question board that asked “what has 9/11 come to mean to you?”
I left my Lord of the Rings calendar on its picture of Gandalf and the Balrog instead of flipping it to today’s picture, which was a prettier one, out of a strange feeling that admitting that there were bad things in the (fictional) world was respectful regarding a day when bad things happened in the real world.
But I specifically didn’t watch any of the TV specials, because I didn’t think it would do me any good.
Mostly I was just surprised that it’s been two years…
I wrote a poem.
I’m not going to make an annual observance. My credo is “just move on.”
I watched MSNBC for a bit, then switched it off. Also wrote an OP (didn’t really fit in any of the other 911 threads) and posted it in LJ.
Didn’t really do anything… I did ask Spoz what he had done. He released a song called “Dirty Bomb”… yup, weird synchronicity’s at work when you release a song with that title on that day. (no, the song’s not really about what happened)
I watched a very little bit of the TV ceremonies, then got on with my day. The original attacks didn’t affect me too personally, but I did take a bit of time to reflect on how much the world’s changed.
F_X
Eleventh of what?
Ohhhhh…The Eleventh of September…I worked my ass off, wondering what happened to the much bally-hooed National Day of Mourning.
I ate cake, and received phone calls and presents from friends and family…it’s my birthday.