Tuesday, May 16, 2006

United 93

I remember where I was on September 11th, in fact I know most people do. It's kind of like when Kennedy was killed, or Lennon was shot and even when the space shuttle exploded. While I don't remember when Kennedy was killed, I am the type of person that remembers every detail of the moment that I personally experienced.

I remember hearing on the radio when Elvis Presley died, I was at my Grandmother's house I was seven years old (1977), I did not understand why she was sad. I remember when Lennon was shot, I was standing in my living room watching television I was ten years old (1980), I did not understand why my brother was sad. I remember when the Challenger exploded, I was in my fourth period Algebra class taking a test, I did not understand why my teacher called class out early, I was 16 years old (1986) and I remember having my roommate wake me up on September 11th 2001 to tell me that the World Trade Centers had been hit by planes, I was 31 years old and I was sad.

September was a day that I remember and I truly feel like I was part of. I am sure many people felt affected and outraged and we were all able to personalize these terrorist acts. I know I immediately said to myself - I was in the World Trade Centers the year before having breakfast at 9.00 am; WOW - that could have been me. I, like all people, was glued to the television watching newscast, after newscast, all of the CNN specials, the tributes, the memorials and I know I was emotionally upset each time I watched something. The sadness and tears became my "fix". It was almost as if I knew these people that had been killed. I wore the pain, I felt the pain and I really, honestly thought I had experienced this disaster first hand.

That was until I saw this movie.

There is a lot of controversy whether it is too soon to make a movie about this tragedy, I was even chastised by a co-worker for even going to see it. I have heard a lot of opinions from people who actually have not seen then movie yet are very secure in their judgements - which is fine, we all have that right.
BUT == I can tell you that on September 11th and the months following I NOW know that I in no way was a part of that experience. I actually had no idea what had happen, what people had went through or what these victims could have been going through. I can now think back and say my empathy was probably more about myself, my own mortality, and my own fear of not living a full life.

Sitting in the theater watching a movie I already knew the outcome had no bearing on the internal desire and adrenaline that was pumping. I almost believed these passengers of this flight were going to be successful. In most HOLLYWOOD action movies, we all cheer for the heroes, and we all secretly wish we were one of them, we all smile when the plot wraps up nicely and we go home BELIEVING, we could have done that. No problem.

I could not have done what those passengers did. I can not even fathom the notion of KNOWING I am going to die and just having to wait the 50 minutes to do so. This is not a prolonged illness where we are surrounded by loved ones and flowers, this is not a gun shot wound on a freeway that kills instantly = this is the idea of knowing you are going to die and doing something about it.

Who would I call, would I pass out from fear, would I just sit in my seat and cry - would my frickin credit card have enough money on it to call home and tell my family that I loved them and I was going to die, who would take care of my cat?

Unless you have a direct connection to this tragedy, of which I am so very sorry for your loss - You really have no idea. Go see this movie, if you think you experienced September 911 from your cushy sofa at home - you did not!

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

The Stanley Cup Playoffs!



What a night!
Last Friday Dan surprised me last minute and he and I and some friends of his from Ireland went to the 1st game of the 2nd round playoffs VS Colorado. SCORE! Something different, a surprise, international friends - AWESOME!

Now he did mention that our seats may be a bit "high" but thats okay we planned to drink beer, eat hotdogs, nachos with processed cheese and jalapenos - WHO CARES!. FUN FUN FUN!!!

When we arrived at our seats, I was plesantly surprised, for being really high up they were great. We had a great view of the entire ice and could follow all of the action. . . AND THEN IT STARTED.

... the couple behind us were DIE HARDS and I am talking live, eat and breath MIGHTY DUCKS. They screamed the entire game, they called out each player by their first name as if the player knew them and worst could actually here them.

(thought to myself at that very moment - This is so my life movie - this always happens to me - F*ck!)

"Come on Scott, you got it - get in front of it dude" "Go Tom, your the man, throw your weight into it all 6'4" of you". "That's it Kirt, straight shot, shoot".

Every play, every player, every shot was narrated by the jackasses behind us. I felt like I was in a Saturday Night Live Sketch and it was Will Farrell and that weird faced girl.
Dan and I both started to chuckle and almost wanted to "parrot" the phrases after them. But this couple were much bigger than Dan and I and they would have kicked our ass - they are DIE HARD hockey fans ya know.

I just wonder if they know that the frickin players can't here them in the cheapest seats in the house. Next time we go = we spring for some seats closer to the ice - where the fans are ... well too stuck up to actually scream like banshees. Go Ducks!

The Phantom Duker - Public Turds!


Need I say more?
For anyone that has to work in a godforsaken office for 8-10 hours a day, I know you know exactly what this means.
Okay - so I work in an office where the percentage of men to women is 10 to 1. There are a total of 6 females in my building. YES - we have more females but they are in an entirely different building with their own restroom.

I have come to realize that my very weak bladder is on the same schedule as the "Phantom Duker". Every time I go into the women's restroom, the wind is nearely knocked out of me. One of the other five women in my office has a serious crap problem. I can immediately take away one of the culprits, as the girl that sits besides me is way to classy to emit such sick gastric dukes. So it leaves me totally distracted during the day to see which of the other ladies it may be. YES - I know I have work to do but curiosity is killing me. Surely this woman is on a schedule and surely she knows she is taking horendous shits - and surely she can bring in some Glade Tropical Breeze.

It's actually a strange situation to be in, day in and day out, when you think about it. Some people can go years without ever going to the bathroom in front of their spouse, some people refuse to go to the toilet in a retail store - yet when it comes to the office there must be some kind of comfort level for some to just walk into a restroom with more than one stall mind you and let 'er rip.

I think there should be some form of codicil to the Performance Standard and Office Polcies Manual because if a person had disgusting body odor it would be dealt with in a professional manner by a supervisor or manager, I am sure they would be asked to freshen up their hygene so why do we not broach the subject of professionalism in the restroom.

I guess it goes back to that old taboo about how people, women especially just do not even talk about "going poo", I mean I did not think women even "went poo".
I know I don't != Thats why my family says, I am mean as hell ... cause I am full of it.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Stupid is as Stupid does - Who is this Guy?


Now I have heard it all. After neglecting my blog for over two weeks - I was sitting in front of the TV putting all of my thoughts together and I saw on the news a preview for an upcoming show called - David Blaine, Drowned Alive. It was a magician in a spherical ball of water that he had been in for like 10 days and now was going to hold his breath for 9 minutes - the preview music swelled and tagged something about - can he do it or will he be DROWNED ALIVE. NOW - then about 10 minutes later on another channel there was a preview for tomorrows episode of Good Morning America where Diane Sawyer interviews David Blaine. I guess thats where the magic is - cause the magic of TV has just spolied the stupid illusion. Whatever happen to, "Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat." Wasn't that entertaining enough? Is our society so captured by the macabre that they have to watch the potential drowning of some idiot. WHO KNOWS? I know I won't be watching. Stupid, really stupid.