Eaglie's Aviary

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Wake Me Up When September 11th Turns 20

"Ten years ago" is a sorry way to lead a post on Sept. 11th, 2011. It would've had impact nine years ago. Not today.

The time I'm writing this, late on 09/11/11, I have heard "Empire State of Mind" far more than is comfortable, thanks to a Spike Lee commercial. I saw soldiers, Clydesdales, and a lot of small children attempt to warm the cockles of my heart. Some moments did, some didn't.

Simon Garfunkel was fine.

Questions remain ten years later. For example, at the WTC site memorial, how clogged with pennies will those twin reflecting pools get? And real questions like: where does our nation go from here? Where does Eaglie go from here?

I've said it before: Eaglie was forged that day of watching CNN on the crappy televisions in the school dining hall. The admin office gasping. Senor Kennedy crying. The F-16 patrol around the Chicago skyline shadowing us. Mr. Stonich teaching. And you'd have to know Mr. Stonich to know EXACTLY what that means.

More than any other event, the explosions shaped this character of mine. So I take this selfish moment to ask that question: where DOES Eaglie go from here? Maybe the next few months will tell. I AM working my mojo in a tech class.

On that ambiguous note, here's an archive of my September 11th posts (because you ever so wanted it). Apparently I didn't have a post in 2003:
9-11-2004
9-11-2005
9-11-2006
9-11-2007
9-11-2008
9-11-2009
9-11-2010
9-11-2011

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Thursday, May 05, 2011

Still Alive This May Five...

You thought Eaglie and the Aviary was dead. (It's been since January since we've posted.) Well, we're not, which is more than I can say for some terrorists. We're more than alive. But things are moving fast: it's May 5th again, meaning it's the 8th anniversary of the beginning of this blog. The eggs of plans are coming up, I swear. I have billions of them to lay.

But, a word during this second post of 2011: nearly a decade ago, an idea began in the ash of a terrible September. A few months later, the chill of a December night created Eaglie. Two years later and Eaglie was blogging.

Eaglie was a high school student's product of a tragedy perpetrated by a terrible man with a beard. A teenager's image of a failing empire. A bird watcher's binocular view gone loony.

But maybe we aren't as bad off as we expected: democracy is in everyone's hearts and wings all these years later. As bin Laden gets a seaweed makeover, the Arab Spring continues to bloom and liberate peoples in the Middle East. And not to stand by and allow the Arabs all the credit, maybe America did usher in a new world order. Maybe the USA'll last long enough to see it! And maybe the Aviary helped!

Of course it did.

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Thursday, December 24, 2009

NORAD Begins Its Yearly Tracking... Much Better Than UPS, By the Way

Breaking news: Santa has not crossed the Atlantic yet. But the Big Guy's getting close!

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Monday, August 17, 2009

Hippies Fucked Their Way to the Top

Hippies took over the world 40 years ago this weekend with something they called Woodstock. This musical festival had a wide reach, wide enough to make everyone this weekend remember the fond days when fire hoses were legal.

In hippie tradition, city workers in Chicago got a vacation day... without pay. Whether they liked it or not. So clerks stayed home, libraries closed, and City Hall's ancient air conditioners were turned down. Thankfully, the fire department still had their hoses operating.

Get a non-municipal job, hippies!

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Monday, July 13, 2009

Arabian Nightcourt

American culture has truly been exported. On top of Arabian superstitions, now this family is blaming genies, spirits, and everyone but the ones truly at fault.

My question: who is truly at fault in this case? The genie, or the person that used a wish to make this genie to harass this family?

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Ah, for the Simpler Days of Joke-Telling on the Internet...

Scrollscrollscroll... oh, there's the punchline!

(From my favorite submission artist, Andy's mom, who says, "Thought you and other libertarians would enjoy this." Whoever labeled me a libertarian?)

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Friday, February 13, 2009

Yet Another Friday the 13th

They always remake this day, every year. I don't know why, since the first was sucky.

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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Those Toilets Flush Whisper-Soft--and Clean, Too!

An airplane was too QUIET?! I was going to call them whiners, but I understand completely. Since when could anyone sleep without the slow rumble of jetliners, trucks, and public transportation? I need a stray cat to yowl me a lullaby just to get a nap.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Poor Oliver Stone

So my vault of conspiracy tapes (all unreturned library copies of JFK) is worthless?

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

While We're on the Subject of Stupidity (It's a Full Time Job)

What the hell, World Series? First your teams suck, then your teams become political vehicles, then your teams can't stand a little torrential rain? Bunch of no-good, cheesesteak-and-fish-eating wimps of sell outs.

On the subject of selling out, the Aviary officially does not condone it. It unofficially does, but only when there is money to be made. That's why we're dumping Google AdSense and refusing to work with advertisers again, at least until we get a three-picture deal with Paramount.

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Monday, September 29, 2008

Credit Crunch: 777 Calories!

Are you KIDDING me? Putting politics, partisanship, and Pelosis aside, the Dow dropped 777 points IN ONE DAY? That's a trillion dollars, a figure I'm too lazy to look up. I'm figuring on starting a shoeshine business now, except I don't think I'll have the credit to fund the rag.

(The unfunny irony is that this is the one thousand, 666th post ever on the Aviary. Fitting, if you subtract the first one thousand.)

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Funny We Should Be Talking About Drugs...


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Remember Back in the Day, When It Was for the Price of a Gallon of Gas?

The times: they are a-changin':



Finally, the coffeehouse crowd gets affordable insurance! You know, the kind that isn't their parents'.

And in case you were wondering about that asterisk:

*Assuming an average price per-Latte of $2.75. Based on a survey of the most affordable health insurance options available as quoted on www.ehealthinsurance.com on 05/10/08 for non-smoking 25-year-old males and females in the following states: AZ, CA, FL, GA, IL, IN, MI, NC, OH, PA, TX, VA, WA. Does not apply to residents of New York and Trenton, NJ.

Always with the smoking bans, too.

(Sent by alert reader Andy's Mom. I really hope it WAS her too, or else maybe Andy has someone to beat up.)

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Made from Pure Pink Ironwood

If I was ever looking for a shield to show my pride above the mantle...

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Another One of Those Homecooked Great Ideas of Texas

I can't even describe this one, so I'll let the LOLs do it for me:



Maybe I'll be less speechless in a week.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Dozens Protest! Mass Hysteria!

Lightning and Tropic Thunder! Poor Ben Stiller: there's no love (or hate) for him from the NAACP, but the unexpected reaction from the mentally handicapped vote is not doing the Jew any favors. Thankfully, it remains small and awkwardly mobile, at least according to this headline.

Key Quote: ...DOZENS!... Really! Dozens!

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Homeland Security -- Loving It

This is a boring slideshow, except that it has a thrilling lead photo.

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Thursday, July 24, 2008

Tastiest-with-Tartar-Sauce Pedicure Ever?

You humans are so wonderfully adept at capitalism. I could buy a month of Internet for that price, but I'm pretty certain it wouldn't be as tingly. PRETTY certain.

(From Cute Overload.)

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Monday, July 21, 2008

A Regular Entrepeneur

I'm considering expanding the blog with a Twitter account! I have a YouTube account already (which is not connected to the blog yet, thankfully for you) and a MySpace (ditto), so why not a Twitter?

Friend of the blog Jordan called the idea terrifying. I call it possibly quite fruitful. Semantics.

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Sunday, April 20, 2008

Art Is an Imitation of Nature--Usually the Stupidest Parts of It

I really just thought modern art was cruel to ME.

(From Facebook--somewhere on that Godforsaken wasteland of a site.)

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