September 12, 2001 - Wednesday

Trying to decide whether to put up a comic today was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make for a while. I finally decided to put it up, after a while of thought, because I think life has to go on. I am not in the armed services. I'm not an FBI agent. I am, however, a web comic artist. Although I can't fight terrorism by attacking terrorists, I can fight terrorism the best way that I know how. For me, the best way to "fight back" is to live life.. life at it's fullest for those who lost their lives. If we let terror and fear stop us, then the terrorists won.. because we let them.. By continuing with my life, and more importantly.. making people smile and laugh again, I hope in my small way, I'm helping people recover and move on. I know it won't be easy.. but life is out there.. you just have to be strong enough to reach out and grab it again. To those of you who do have the skills and the power to bring the bastards down who would destroy so much in the world, I wish you godspeed and safety. And my heartfelt thanks.

[^Young^] - 8:42 AM PDT

Good morning everyone, it's a new day. I hope everyone made it through safely, and lets give a prayer to those why may still be trapped in rubble; the human will to survive is incredible. Edit: If you feel helpless or want to help more, PayPal has a special assistance fund for the American Red Cross here. Give a little to [email protected], I've sent in my $20. To make things clear, I am just a technical assistant in this comic. I built the server, nekobox, I registered the domain, I do sysadmin type stuff on the machine; at most I review and critique the comics. Young is the artist who does the gruntwork, the drawing and stuff. Yesterday still seems unreal. I mean, I still hope when I turn on the TV that I'll hear this is a special promotion for a made for cable special or something, or the sequel to True Lies or whatever... There were two thoughts that permeated my day, yesterday. One was about the last hijacked plane, the one that didn't make it to any real target. Did the hijackers goof up and crash? Did the pilot resist and crash? Or did the pilot intentionally crash to prevent more tragedy? It's a sobering thought. A suicide bomber, a fanatic, is devoted to his or her cause and will die, will kill others in order to achieve his goal. Imagine however a hapless F-16 pilot or a 727 pilot, with family, friends, and a life, and no reason to die. The airline pilot, did he have to make the same choice? To die and to kill everyone on the plane for a cause greater than the terrorist who held the plane? Or if you were an F-16 pilot and had to take down the plane before it reached it's target? Could you do it, fire upon civilians and noncoms? Or bring down your own craft? That's what broke me, emotionally, yesterday. The other thought was how sad and tragic the plight of the Palestinian people must be for them to celebrate in joy the tragedy that struck the whole world, for that's what terrorism is. It's not an act of war declared upon a nation, but an act of terror declared upon it's people. They could have hit infrastructure, industry, military, or support, in order to shut down America, but they did not. They struck political and emotional targets. It's sad because in celebrating the terror and fear that was visited upon us, they are celebrating the terror and fear that define their own lives. Do they not see the reflection? How can they look, and not reflexively, empathically, and sympathetically recoil in fear and disgust? America may be a bad guy, but it's peoples are still just humans. I hope they can see the tragedy in their lives someday. Okay, enough depression, gotta get ready for work and hopefully today's performance of Beauty and the Beast, the Disney musical, isn't cancelled!

[^Louis^] - 8:49 AM PDT

"Life goes on..." Yeah... right... I know that I'm supposed to continue with my life. I'm not supposed to let the bastards get me down. But it's really hard. I just got back from the store, and I don't know about anyone else, but the world seemed quieter. Everyone was trying, but we all knew that our lives were different now. At the same time, I'm having a hard time accepting it. I watched it unfold before my eyes yesterday, but it seemed unreal, like a TV show, or a movie. It was so huge, so tragic, my mind is having trouble absorbing it as anything else. All I can do is keep telling myself "yes, it did, happen. Yes, it is tragic. No the world hasn't ended." Our thoughts are with you, in Heaven, and on Earth. It's hard.

[^e^] - 1:06 PM PDT

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