Sad days and happy days
Jan. 29th, 2008 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lordshipmayhemYesterday was my annual Sad Day, and today is my annual Happy Day.
Today, I turn (censored). Happy Birthday to me. ^_^
Yesterday, I mourned once again.
Long before becoming an anime/manga otaku, I was a space flight otaku. As a kid, I knew all Original Seven astronauts by heart. I had listened to the longest long-distance phone call in history repeatedly, not because I was a huge fan of President Nixon (being neutral about the fellow pre-Watergate) but because the President was talking to Neil and Buzz on the surface of the moon. I would walk over the newly-fallen snow pretending my snowboots were moon boots, which with your hood up on your thick warm parka is very easy to do. I wanted to spacewalk, to perform astrobatics, to explore strange new worlds.
Then, one January 28th, 1986, it happened.
I was working for the Mercantile Bank, which was fleeing into the less-than-tender arms of the National Bank. All our jobs, with the possible exception of the tellers, were for the high jump. I was an Internal Control Clerk, a position that the National Bank didn't possess. My managers had sent me on a job interview to Citibank.
On the elevator leaving the interview, I was joined by two other men in business suits. It was their conversation that first alerted me to the death of seven brave men and women.
Rest in peace. Per ardua ad astra.
Michael J. Smith
Dick Scobee
Ronald McNair
Ellison Onizuka
Christa McAuliffe
Gregory Jarvis
Judith Resnik
Today, I turn (censored). Happy Birthday to me. ^_^
Yesterday, I mourned once again.
Long before becoming an anime/manga otaku, I was a space flight otaku. As a kid, I knew all Original Seven astronauts by heart. I had listened to the longest long-distance phone call in history repeatedly, not because I was a huge fan of President Nixon (being neutral about the fellow pre-Watergate) but because the President was talking to Neil and Buzz on the surface of the moon. I would walk over the newly-fallen snow pretending my snowboots were moon boots, which with your hood up on your thick warm parka is very easy to do. I wanted to spacewalk, to perform astrobatics, to explore strange new worlds.
Then, one January 28th, 1986, it happened.
I was working for the Mercantile Bank, which was fleeing into the less-than-tender arms of the National Bank. All our jobs, with the possible exception of the tellers, were for the high jump. I was an Internal Control Clerk, a position that the National Bank didn't possess. My managers had sent me on a job interview to Citibank.
On the elevator leaving the interview, I was joined by two other men in business suits. It was their conversation that first alerted me to the death of seven brave men and women.
Rest in peace. Per ardua ad astra.
Michael J. Smith
Dick Scobee
Ronald McNair
Ellison Onizuka
Christa McAuliffe
Gregory Jarvis
Judith Resnik
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Date: 2008-01-29 03:05 pm (UTC)Anyway, Happy Birthday Gary. Here's to your little kid in moon-boots, may he always reside within.
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Date: 2008-01-29 03:27 pm (UTC)Today, though, I hope you have a wonderful birthday! *hugs hard*
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:32 pm (UTC)Happy birthday!
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Date: 2008-01-30 07:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-31 02:57 am (UTC)