Remember the time
A local blogger writes a thoughtful post: The Importance of Remembering 9/11.
Thoughtless bastard that I am, I have a great system for remembering this day. It's the same day as my sister's birthday and I relentlessly tease her, tell her that she'll never have a happy birthday for at least another 10 years and then tell her that not only does Osama think she's fat but Osama also believes that she shouldn't have any more cake.
I do this whole routine while dancing and pointing. I still don't think it's half as offensive as all of those horrible country songs that were recorded paying tribute to the event.