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Today was a news blackout day. No news programs, no radio shows, no newspapers. I didn't even darken the link to a political blog.

Because it's That Day.

As the aviverseies pass, it seems to be worse and worse. I get to know people who were deeply effected by the events that happened. Some of it is do to my own choices, like watching the graphic documentary "The Man in the Orange Shirt." I can't see a picture of That Day without crying or nearly crying, now.

But it's not the grief that compels me today, but the rage. Not the ones who actually did the job, as they're beyond earthly justice. But the people who are still breathing that made the plan, or made that day even worse. I'm angry about the people who died because someone else didn't do their job right, before or after That Day. I'm angry about the people who died in the buildings because there were bad calls made during the evacuation, that the people who went in didn't have working equipment, that after the collapse that the dust and debris and remains made people chronically sick because they were at the site looking for survivors.

I'm angry that the first war that was started because of That Day was pushed aside for another war was used as justification to go into a war that killed far, far more people but didn't have anything to do with the attacks. I'm angry that the first war isn't a priority for politicians who are trying to convince the people there that they shouldn't side with the terrorists while they behave just as bad. I'm angry that politicians tell us that we must have fewer rights applied to fewer people because otherwise the bogeymen will get us.

I'm angry that I can't even think September 11th without feeling used. That the dead and the living are being used for petty, personal gain. That our best impulses and worse fears are used against us by those who should protect us.

But mostly, I'm angry about the 120,818 - 128,804 dead, including American soldiers and civilians in the war and on 9/11, the soldiers from the rest of the countries, and estimates of the Iraqi and Afghani civilians. And that number could be almost 20,000 higher, since the records of Afghani civilians killed is a complete mess.

PS 128,804 is .05% of the population in the US.

Current Mood: indescribable

This is a by the minute post, to collect everything from about when this post started to about 4:04

So far, so good.

In basement with food, water, flashlights, animals, and wifi.

Leslie keeps periodicly calling me, instead of working on our sociology paper.

I do not like the words, "radar detected tornado."

Poor Boonvile, geting smacked with two severe storms this month. Still not as bad as being slamed with two hurricanes.

Oh, fuck. The storm is heading straight towards Jasper. But it's still 60 some miles from us.

Where's the fucking radio...

Tornado touchdown? *starts getting ulcers*

In Davies County. Not sure what state that's in. Massive damage.

Hail in Posyville. That's a terrible name. Oh, forgot Poverty. That's the worse name for a town ever.

For once, the cats' fasination with the inner basment is paying off.

Do you like screwing with my mind, Mr. Weatherman? Coma shaped storms? *makes mental note to make voodoo doll*

End Post: 4:08 PM EST

Rebegin Post: 4:37 PM EST

Okay, I found the rado. Except the dynamo option doesn't work, so it's running on batteries. Or it would, if it wasn't off.

And there is another band?

I swear, if I halucinate the garage door opening one more time, I'm going to scream. *screams*

But the good news is that the cell that was barrling towards us isn't as bad as I thought, since they've gave up tracking it and has switched to a diffrent cell. Both of them have spawned toradic activity though. Or it could be because we're in the extreme north of thier coverage area. As in, thier banner covers the county.

Davies county is in Kentucky.

Uh, and after this thrunderstoms, there's ice. Did I mention how Indiana weather is a schizophrenic bitch?

One more hour. I can do that.

Dad just called from Thailand, he's just getting on the plane and will be home tomorrow for me, today for him. While I was upstairs I took some pictures of the cloud bands on the film camera.

Look, thunder. I don't know what cell it's from, but I thing it's from the southern one, since the western one is still an hour or so away.

The tempature just dropped again. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

Great time to break you're radio's NOAH!

And I found my county again, it's due west of Vincennes. Which just went red.

Madisonville, KY has been slammed with a tornado.

I don't like the word "mesocyclone" either. It's rotating winds that can produce a tornado very quickly.

They just mentioned that they couldn't talk about the flooding right now.

Mr. Weatherman! Stop using that tornado graphic to point out things! Can't you just use an arrow? Or your hand or something, ANYTHING, but that?

End Post: 5:30

Begin Post: 6:50

Oh, we just got a tornado warning. The cell should be here around ten minutes. See you guys later.

End Post: 6:50

Begin Post: 7:42

It's all over now, and the tornado watch just brought some lighting. And Lesile calling again saying that the sirens were going off in Ireland. And I had to explain to my mother about the NOHA radios/sirens not working in some places. The same equipment didn't work last week when the F-3 tornado blew though Boonvile and surrounding areas.

So the last 24 hrs of tension is finally over for us in the veiwing area of Evansville. Huzzah!

I'm still moving to place that gets fewer tornados though.

Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: weather coverage

This is mostly for the benifit of my dear, beloved sister

ship2shore

Remeber how I was complaining about the food in the cafetria making me sick? Well, I had another incident on Thursday, after eating chicken dumplings. (but the kit-kat bar probably didn't help matters either, in retrospect)

So I popped into the nurses office durring lunch to get some tums. This ussualy makes the pain go away, but it didn't. I made it though physics, with a litte difficulty, but in Spanish, the last class of the day, it got worse. So I went into the bathroom and curled up into a little ball because that, for some God forsaken reason, helps.

I finaly ask to go to the nurse, with five minutes left until 3, and ask the nurse to let me go home, but by the time I find the number to call Mom at work, school's over. And I decied to call Mom at work because I definitaly wasn't going to walk home like that, nor was I going to stay at school until play rehersal was over and Dad was going to pick me up. Except Mom was home the whole time!

Anyway, since I've been popping into the nurse's office fairly regularly for the last couple of weeks, she tells me to go see a doctor. I tell Mom this and she scheduals an appoinment for that day.

So after we go to the doctors, and I spend forever in the room waiting for the doctor to show up, I see him for five minutes, tell him my symptoms (stabing pain in my abdoman after I eat at school) he tell's me it's propbably my gall bladder. I should reduce my intake of fats, and to take generic OTC Zantac for two weeks, and they'll see how I'm doing in two weeks, and if there's no improvement that they'll schedual an ultrasound to see what's the what.

And since I'm a curious little monkey, I was looking up gall bladers and sour stomach (sour stomach is one of the things that Zantac is supposed to treat) and I found out what a gall bladder is (a storage place for bile, which digests fats) and that one of risk factors for gall stones is a family history of gall stones, and high cholorestal food.

And since Mom, Mama, and Mother all had their gall bladder removed, I defintaly have a family history of it. And since frech fries is a food group for the school, I'm not surpriesd that this is happening now. Plus fried chicken has always done a number on my system.

But I am a little bitter that McDonalds makes me ill, and it's never made me ill before, and this is with my Zantac. Yes, I'm aware that's my own damm fault, but... McDonald french fries! I won't make that mistake again, though.

But there is good news: I FINALY SENT IN AN APPLICATION! It's to IU-Bloomington, major in Infomatics.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Scrubs' Main Theme - Superman

SCRIBE IS OKAY! Because of her health issues,

missmozell ended up going into Gavelston when people were evacauting out of there, and had surgury not too long before they started evauating the hospital to Austin. And it turned out not to be cancer -- or at least exctremly non-aggreasive cancer that probably won't re-occur because she had her overies removed.

Plus some other stuff happened today: like the first actual day of tech for Applause which was pretty much just gossip hour since we finished really early. And the air conditioner at school will start running tomorrow, so no more 83 degrees inside. And I'm in DI again...

But Scribe is okay. A little shakey, but okay and that's what's important.

Current Mood: exuberent

One time I was working at the blood drive at school, and I was talking to someone, I can't remember who, and I said I didn't really like people. They asked why on Earth I was in a service club if I didn't like people, and I replied that I liked helping people.

I've come to realize that I don't dislike people, it's that I just don't like socialy interacting people I don't know well. And yes, this includes online stuff too. I was terrified when I realized I had acciedntly posted somthing mst3k realted at the mst3k community here, and I still don't know if I'm going to post the Forrester/Frank LP I've finished at the fst community.

Or slightly more relevent to the point I'm trying to make, posting my first post at the (old) MST3K fanfiction boards, even though I was lurking there for months. But then Kate posted a message stating that she was looking for some MST3K slash fics, and since I had a list of MST3K fanfics even then, I posted the links.

In other words, I like helping people. And what I've wanted to do in life has, in a way reflected this. Only that now I want to persue somthing computer related, because right now I'm seeing my older goal of becoming an historical preservationist crumblue right along with my Pre-Calculus grade. So, computers.

Plus the fact that people consider that the present and future is more profitable, leaving the past in the garbage, which is one of the more of dangerous things humanity has ever done. Those who forget the mistakes and lessons and RESEARCH of the past are condemmed to repeat them, and all that jazz.

Moving ever closer the the actual point I was trying to make, I was looking at the fanfiction links I had, and I learned that the author a few of the WiPs I was reading, and found out that she was Red Cross volenter, and she was in Baton Rouge, LA working to set up and help run the Red Cross' computer network.

And then I realied that I could help a voulnter orginization, like the Red Cross, and not have to do mass care or try to comfort people. My skill at comforting people is basicaly attempting to get people slipping into shock into conversation so I can tell if they're getting worse, cracking jokes, and saying I'm sorry. The call for either of my specialities are limited, so I'm pretty much crap for comforting people and don't usually attempt to do so for fear of making the situation worse than it already is.

Just to re-iterate my point: what

camwyn is doing is really cool, and I wish to provide a similar service someday.

Current Mood: determined
Current Music: John Vanderslice - Gruesome Details

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the friend who everyone "comes out" to, who wishes you weren't so afraid to tell anyone else.

I am the friend is banned from your house, because I won't "talk you out of this nonsense."

I am the friend who goes with you to your first pride events, and thinks it's *great* that for once, I'm in the minority.

I was the only one in the store willing to help you, and it almost got me fired.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

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