Five Things
First, here’s a compilation of 9/11-related observations, written by various witnesses and non-witnesses. Anna’s culled a whole bunch of damn good prose there.
Second, I was tempted to write Mr. September 11 and ask him what he meant by stating that he escaped from the World Trade Center that day, but I don’t want to be drawn into his web of lies. (Ooooh, sounds dramatic, don’t it?) Who knows what else he might lie about? So I think I’ll just let it be, and let September 11 remain September 11. (It was damn good sex though.)
Third, I had a really nice date tonight with someone who responded to my personal ad last week. We talked on the phone last night and seemed to hit it off well enough, so tonight we met up for dinner. He’s intelligent, and bookish, and a Tolkien fanatic, and he was a history and English major (I was a history major), and he writes, and although he lives in Manhattan, he grew up in New Jersey, and he has this slight East-Villagey edge to him. Handsome guy, and Italian. We plan to get together again this weekend.
Fourth, my ear is finally unclogged! I woke up this morning and everything had just completely drained out or something. (Ew.) It took seven days of antibiotics. Today was the eighth day. Only two days left, and then I can drink again.
Fifth, I only have 244 pages left of the Robert Moses book. In other words, another novel’s worth of words to go.
Sixth — well, there’s no sixth. That’s it.
yes, if there’s one thing that crazy people are usually good at, it’s having sex
I say write Mr. September 11. I want to know how he explains the contradiction.
I’ve heard of a kind of social neurosis among Baby Boomers that compels a portion of them to claim (falsely) that they attended Woodstock. No doubt some actually believe it.
Perhaps the neurosis among New Yorkers of this time is to say and believe they were in the WTC towers, even if they weren’t.
Write him. Consider it research into a social phenomenon.
I say write to Mr 11 September as well. I don’t think people should be able to get away with falsely appropriating events like that. It’s ridiculous. I’d want to call him on it. Especially as he was stupid enough to leave you the URL of his lie-ridden site in an email.
Ok, now that it’s cleared up, i’ll include one last interesting “factoid” i heard when i was dealing with my sole ear infection (as were everyone i knew).
When i was at the doctor’s office (listening to myself breath and my heart pump) someone told me in the waiting room that ear infections tend to return around the same time each year.
I discounted it as bunch of modern legend garbage.
But, then someone else told me the same thing to which they also added “and mine has.”
What’s a little victory without a little fear to go along with it?
But, good news, mine has never returned. ;-)
.rob
email September 11 crazy-sex guy!!!
I also say write him. What would it hurt; that way he can explain himself as to what he would say such things; or you can get the full clear story.
But then again. Maybe you shouldn’t; if it were me I would be. Like I told you, I am nosy and I must know *shrug* =)
I say, e-mail or call him, definitely — but not to ask about the Sept. 11 inconsistency. Get in touch with him so you can, you know, get to touching him, and vice versa, again. ‘Cause, hey, good sex is good sex, right?
Don’t mention anything about what you read on his website. Don’t even let him know that you know he has a website. Instead, in your idle chatter between the sheets, make outrageous claims about yourself in a quiet, unassuming way. You know, about how, like, your father invented the paper clip. And that you had sex one night in the back of a taxi with a very drunk, deeply closeted Tobey Maguire. You know, stuff like that. Then monitor his website, and let us know if he mentions any of it, or aggrandizes it further.
Doing so wouldn’t be *using* this fellow, exactly. Think of it as a selfless, cutting-edge social psychology research project. For the benefit of us, your faithful readers. Not to mention a hot BJ for yourself, maybe.
I’m just saying.
What if this man is an international spy contriving the downfall of America, and you were simply caught up in his deceit and cunning? I must be with Dezz on this and go one further: You owe it to your country to investigate this man. John Ashcroft is probably monitoring your website nightly. Of course, when you win the Congressional Medal of Honor, your parents will find out the truth about your homosexuality, about the good sex, about it all. But they will be so proud, as will your grateful nation.
Yeah, what Brent said! It’s the patriotic thing to do!
In fact, now that I think about it, all gay men should be sleeping with as many other men as possible, to help root out would-be terrorists! Not that we want to. It’s our civic duty.