Introspective

Greetings Stephanie! Glad to have you aboard. My mother's from Tampa, so that's the only part of Florida that I'm familiar with. Also, as a nerdfighter (I assume) you are awesome. That's not an opinion. That's a fact. :)

The electric violin is such a cool instrument! I watched the looping part of the video too because I like to see how things are made. I live behind the scenes features on DVD's (also, word to the wise, don't listen to DVD commentary if it was done by the director. Take my word for it, it's not worth it [unless that director is also an actor]. I may have just saved you from dying from boredom).

So I've been a tad introspective today. There's not much room in me for much more than school work and NCIS at the moment, but the circumstance gives me a bit of wiggle room for introspection. So my roommate told me last night that Osama bin Laden was dead and to turn on the news, which I immediately did. My first, second, third, and fourth thoughts were as follows:

1) OMG OMG OMG
2) I wonder if they're going to mention this on NCIS. They have to. Navy SEALS. bin Laden. Come on. But it's going to be a while before they start shooting episodes again. I wonder when they'll mention it.
3) I wonder who else was killed in the raid. Nameless casualties with sad families (There were 4 casualties by the way. One accomplice, two Curriers, and one woman used as a human shield).
4) Everyone seems so happy.

So here I am torn, a bit, about the whole concept of being glad that another person is dead. I understand mourning and anger, but being happy about murder makes my stomach churn. It seems to affirm the cruelty that humanity is capable of. I know that the man who was killed was known to many as a murderer and all sorts of horrible things and justice and what-not. But the celebration of it all forces me to also accept the cruelty that is within myself and it's a bit unsettling

That being said, it warms my heart to see my country happy. It makes me wonder what I will be willing to accept or turn an eye away from in order to see who/what means most to me happy. My humanity may give me some pause, but I will not lose a wink of sleep over the loss of that terrorist murderer. The bastard is dead. Na Zdorovie.