At 10:22 PM, Tuesday, September 10, 2002 Star Drifter posted the following:
Well, everyone is talking about tomorrow and the one year anniversary. If I do any reflection, I'll do so by throwing in a tape of Star Trek episodes, since that's how I spent the first event.

See, people are in this position where they have to care. Believe me, I do too. But I also care about the sanity of the living. Which is why there will be much Star Trek tomorrow. What the hell does that have to do with this particular day?

When I got sick of all the footage form the first time around, Channel 18 from the Windsor area of Canada began showing reruns of Star Trek late at night. It was the only hospice from seeing the same horrible footage replayed to the point that I still remember like it just happened. If not for them showing three episodes a night, each from a seemingly random series, I would have spent that entire month crying and wrapped in the fetal position just because Peter Jennings wanted more camera time. So, here's hoping that whatever gods smile on the USA are also smiling on Canada. Particularly Channel 18 from Windsor. May they smile upon the Enterprise, too.

What happened was horrible, but we didn't have to make it even more horrible. Star Trek represents, to me, the return to normalcy that everyone seemed to be begging for. I found it - my own guilty secret during those late nights.

At 9:51 PM, Star Drifter posted the following:
I am at home in the Frank Zappa chat room. Last night, I even explained to some guy why some "need to ease their behinds." They were appreciative of my insight.

Shadowland is moving kind of slow, and I'm feeling a bit burned. But I post, when things turn blue.

I'm down to just needing vocals done for the first song I'm recording. Been thinking up lyrics to two other songs - one of them is tentatively called "Prozac Peg." I may, in fact, set up a mock-blog just for laughs. The album is going to be called Nietzsche Is Dead: Memoirs of a Boy Named Craven. It will be divided into three yet-unnamed acts composed of however many songs I can write before giving up or running out of money.

• Act one will center around Craven's radio, as it belts out all the shit that people sing about today. And a couple that they crooned about in the good old days.
• Act two is when the hero first suffers a true defeat, often losing something important in the process. Craven will be no exception, and I hope it ends up as funny to everyone else as it is to me.
• And in act three, our protagonist will prevail.

Hmm.. other news. Still pissed at the D&D boards. It may be permanent this time.