I don't see how it's remotely possible, but this photo, alleging that the face of Satan (not that anyone has any actual footage of him to compare it to) appeared in the smoke of the World Trade Center is giving me the hee-bee-gee-bees.

Today has been a big day. I had a job interview and as I was walking out of the house, I saw the first plane returning to San Jose airport. We live close enough that you can clearly read the label on each plane so it's been kind of eerie to not see any. It's also been very quiet, which was disturbing, and nice. But there it was today, a Southwest flight that made me stop in fear. Sure, security's tighter, sure the hijackers most likely aren't interested in a lovely bungalow outside of Willow Glen, but still, just for a moment I thought, what if they are?

On the way up 101 to my interview, I saw American flags on almost every overpass. It was stunning in it's power, deblilitating in the grief that sight caused. To know that now, we're united, but only because some assholes took out almost 5,000 (5,000! That's 2 Pearl Harbors, 3+ Titanics, more than many small towns) of our countrymen.

And let me remind you that by our countrymen, I mean everyone, even and especially those of Arab decent who today feel like targets. Remember Manzinar? When we decided it was ok to put Japanese Americans in camps because they were Japanese? Today, most of us agree that that wasn't the right thing to do. Let us not forget that now as we see our fellow Americans of all races walking down the street.

Beating up a woman with her face covered or a man with a turban will not result in Bin Laden's death, it will not bring back a single soul that we lost this week. It will only reinforce the panic and our arrogance, which, if you ask me (which you did, in a way, by reading this) that some of our actions as a nation, as a military power, have inspired. We're not the world's police, our way of life (my way of life, your way of life) is not the answer for everyone else, or really, for anyone else. Who are we to impose our beliefs on other countries and why are we surprised that they're pissed off when we do? When you're prosperous, when you have the strongest economy in the world and a government that is ostensibly run by the people, it's easy to get lulled into thinking things were always like this, that they'll stay that way forever.

Tuesday's actions changed all that, it shattered our sense of security, and I can only hope that it's caused us to re-think the extent of our self-appointed role as the world's police.

Oh, and I got the job.

Dare I say that Divine Interventions, butt plugs for baby jesus, is a little too much for even me, pop culture fiend? Something about Jesus up your ass feels a little too much like sacrelige to me.

For anyone who was wondering, here's your answer to the proverbial question: What is a Buckeye?

At least in some parts of the world, life goes on: Man, 80, arrested on bestiality charge. Thanks John.

I suppose that we will all remember where we were when we heard, the moment we first saw the clip of the plane going into the second tower, of the huge cloud of dust raining down as the people fled in disbelief. The first time I saw the NYC skyline without them, I didn't believe it, I thought it was footage from some hokey movie about world war. I still can't fathom that those towers are gone, torn from us in such a hideous way, using our own planes, our own people, as a weapon of destruction.

Were the hijackers giddy when they woke up yesterday, knowing the entire world would soon see their handiwork? Were they scared to die? Did they consider the Americans on those planes as people, even for a second? Did they doubt that what they were doing was right as the tower grew larger in the cockpit window?

In some ways, I have compassion for them, for the environment that raised them to completely disregard that which we hold most dear -- human life. Phrases like 'at least I still have my health' most likely meant nothing to them. Simple kindness, out of the question. It's just not necessary if your mission in life is to kill.

I guess if you know you're going to ram the plane into a major landmark, causing the entire world to shudder and look at the world in a different, less trusting light, you don't worry about protecting your anonymity, instead, you'd flaunt your presence, using your own name (perhaps proudly).

Are their families proud? Do some people really feel that what those people did was an act of heroism, fighting the ugly Americans in the only way they knew how? Today, do they feel avenged or do they watch the destruction with a sinking feeling that killing thousands of innocent people was, just maybe, the wrong thing?

I can only hope that some sense of conscience came over these people at the last moment, but I am sickened to realize that, most likely, it was just sheer joy.

I'm still in shock. Maybe we always will be. It all seems like the end credits to a cold war movie, with smoke billowing from New York city and the Pentagon in flames. Except that it's not, real people were on those planes (including a friend of a former co-worker), real people lost their lives so that what? Someone could teach us a lesson? It all seems part of a global pissing contest, only we don't yet know who we're fighting with. CNN.com In-Depth Specials.

DRUDGE REPORT has some more info on the bombings, including this photo:

I'm still in shock. I keep waiting for the credits to roll and my biggest worry to be that I'm still out of a job. Bush: U.S. military on 'high alert'. If I may quote my friend Casey: "I pray that vengeance is tempered with justice and that the focus remains on those who were victims, rather than on the violence itself."

The world will never be the same again.

Holy Shit.Terror attacks shut down N.Y.