| Tuesday March 12th 2002 Uh-oh, just invited someone to come and view my site. Get out the vacuum cleaner, check under the rugs, straighten the pictures...! Never mind. When I started this site I vowed I wouldn't go back and edit/hide anything; the point being I was planning against a scenario where I might try 'macho mode' ("Uh, no - I never play chess. Wanna thumb wrestle???") One thing is still bothering me, however, and that's the technical term for what you call your wife when you're separated from her. I belive 'ex' is the word, so 'ex' she will now be from this entry forward. I've had a bad habit of still referring to her as my wife - always technically correct, I am I am - but it's high time emotional fact outweighed what's on paper, and baby, you are definitely my ex now. I was pretty ecstatic about the SW preview showing up on Sunday after all, on Channel 36. Also a bit guilty too, since I led my friends to believe it wasn't going to show on Canadian television; ah, they wouldn't have seen it anyways, Sundays are their curling nights. Even more impressive was the '9/11' show I watched from beginning to end afterwards, with those French filmmakers who had their camera right in the lobby. It brought back all the feelings all over again - that total incredulousness, where you just can't believe it's real. I know a lot of people died that day, but what really gets me is that big empty skyline. That was the biggest moment of the show for me - the fireman out in the street afterwards, pointing at the night sky and saying 'They're not there,' like it was news or something. Like he couldn't adjust to the new reality he suddenly found himself in. At age 12 or so, in January 1986 when Challenger blew up, I thought I could relate to the grown-ups who said they'd always remember where they were when Kennedy was shot. Now I really see what they mean. I can't clearly recollect every day I've worked here (I'm writing from work today), but I remember the whole sequence of events that day pretty clearly. I probably always will. I've read and totally agree that we remember best the moments in our lives that were most charged with emotion. Unfortunately, when you try to recall the most memorable moments of your life, you tend to recall the bad ones first. Try sitting down and writing a list of the good ones, and you'll be surprised what comes to mind. |