Well, today marks the five year anniversary of 9/11/01. I always hoped that my generation wouldn't have a tragedy like the Kennedy assassination or Pearl Harbor. Maybe if we could play our cards just right, we'd spend our nursing home days talking about where we were when we learned that President Clinton liked to get amorous with big-boned women. For once, we could have funny pivotal events, ones you could spin yarns to, not sad, confusing, scary events.
Of course, that's not the case any longer. We've had our tragedy and we've had to live with the aftermath. That's life, I guess: people fly airplanes into your civilian buildings, then you try to blow them up, then everybody gets mad at each other. It's all very depressing. And what's also depressing is that 50 years from now, when we're all gathered around the shuffleboard table, we'll be talking somberly about Osama bin Laden, not cracking jokes about oral sex in the Oval Office. They got us in big ways and they got us in small ways, but life goes on.
And with that, I'm officially 9/11-ed out.
I think I mentioned earlier in the summer that I'd be putting out a mix CD in preparation for ACL Fest. Yeah, you guys can forget all about that; the event itself is 4 days away and I've got to devote some serious time to preparation. Laura has a couple of friends who'll be staying with us, so I'll be spending a lot of time booby-trapping the house, installing spy cameras, and training attack dogs. You think you can just roll into my house and start rifling through my underwear drawer? You've got to earn that priviledge, dawg.
I also need to spend at least a minute or two googling "How To Prevent Heat Stroke". No need to query how to cause heat stroke; I do just fine in that regard every year. (Secret heat stroke recipe: hot sun + $6 beer + "Hey, it's only once a year!" + "What's that? Drinking water makes you gay?") Maybe I just need a giant, air-conditioned hamster ball in which I can roll around Zilker Park. If that won't get me onstage with the Flaming Lips, nothing will.
Posted by Cody at September 11, 2006 5:57 PM