Subject: Reporting in from NYC

From: "Reverend Sinphaltimus Exmortus" <>
Newsgroups: alt.binaries.slack
Date: Tue, Sep 11, 2001 10:29 PM
Message-ID: <rMzn7.14183$>

This is my Update from my web-site...

09.11.01 - Well, I promised to update this Daily. If you don't already Know
what's goin on then turn on the TV.

It's sickening to say the least. I am fortunate to say that everyone I was
worried about is OK. Here is my log for the day.

I woke up feeling misarable. I've been sick for the past few days and it
wasn't getting much better. I had to get to work today cause I left early
yesterday and I needed to follow up with a bunch of things. I decided to
call in late. Figured I could take some medicine and get to work OK by noon.
I work in Mid-town Manhatten.

Anywaze, The server at work (VPN server) had Abended (crashed). So, I dialed
in and reset it. I then proceeded to email the IT dept. that I'd be in late.
At about 9:05am, the wife calls me and asks if I saw the news. I had not so
I turned it on. I was horrified. Yup, I the Reverend Sinphaltimus Exmortus
could not believe that 2 airplanes crashed into the Twin Towers.

I figured the city would be in chaos so I decided to get up and attempt to
get to work right away. I didn't want to miss the day in case they needed
me. So I get in my car and go.

I get a clear view of the city daily on my way to work. Both in my car and
from the train. I was on the Grand Central Pky when I saw the scariest site
ever. Both towers billowing smoke. It was like a wierd panoramic scene from
some modern day disaster movie. To see both towers spewing forth such a dark
and huge collapsed pillar of smoke.

Well, anywaze, I'm sure you've seen the pictures and video so I won't try to
explain it all that much. I get to the train station and hear that there is
train service into the city. Kewl, I can get to work. As I'm on the train
platform, trying to see the fire (I can't because my view is blocked by a
building in the distance) I dial work. I can't get through, my cell phone
doesn't work at all. I notice a lot more smoke than before but think nothing
of it until a co-worker (via NexTel's walkie talkie feature) tells me that t
hey just announced that one tower fell. The plan is to close the office and
send people home. I freak, immediately thinking of everyone I know in and
around the Twin Towers. I notify him that I am going home, I will not come
into the office, I can be reached at home if need be.

There was no traffic on the way home but the parkway was jammed on the
west-bound side. On the way, I hear over the radon that the other tower
collapsed and I am getting reports about the pentagon. I'm thinking WW3,
X-Day is here and the fuggers forgot about me. No, seriously, I freak. I
just know a few very close people that are in or around that place. I get
home and can't get through on the phone to anyone so I start sending emails.

I'm not in the mood to continue this story.

I'll rap it up here. After a personal day of mental chaos, I am still ILL, I
am taking Motrin and cough medicine waiting for this virus to leave me. I've
been drinking and I'm tired. I have to get my ass to work tomorrow and move
on. Everyone I can think of has gotten back to me at some point in the day.
Each had a horror story. Either they were in the first tower when it got
hit, out in the street just below the 2nd impact, within a half a block of
the towers during the first collapse or watched the disaster from the rooves
of thier office building, everyone is OK. Cuts and bruises aside, they are

I'm hanging in there with my fellow New Yorkers. We'll get through it. This
was a blow against the nation as well as my home city. The fact that I'll
never gaze upon or stand upon those buildings again is enough to make me
build my own saucer and get the hell off of this Mud Ball. You humans have
made such a mess of things and right now, I'm really sick of it.

Blame someone and punish them. Do what you gotta do, I want no part of it.
You all make me sick.

-The Reverend Sinphaltimus Exmortus
First Ever Digital Church Of Mind Slack
Reporting from NYC.
Checking out...
Chat at ya tomorrow.


Sincerely yours, forever Bob's,

The Reverend Sinphaltimus Exmortus
First Ever Digital Church of Mind Slack
A Totally Independent Clench of
The Church of the SubGenius
P.O.Box 140306
Dallas, TX 75214
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or kill me
"Exterminate all rational thought" W.S.B.

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