Normally this is where we do the customary "Where were you when..." post.
Not doin' it this year.
Every half-assed artiste and self-important talking head is going to be engaged in an orgy of omphaloskepsis today, telling me how they felt on that day.
I don't care how they felt on that day.
The people whose feelings on that day would interest me most are too busy monitoring the reactors on submarines, playing swap-a-tronics in the electronic guts of a JSTARS, or shooting smelly terrorists in the face to go pose for the cameras in NYC.