HA HA! Just kidding! In reality, I am a huge sissy-mary who lives in perpetual fear that any feat of engineering that I can't intuitively understand -- like bridges and airplanes -- is in constant danger of undergoing a total existence failure at any moment. I can never cross a bridge without thinking it's going to fall out from under me, and I am simply grateful to my dark master, Satan, that he chose to wait until I was no longer in the Twin Cities to roll it up, like a Vaudeville comic's brocade dickie, under the trusting treads of many a Minnesotan.
So far as I've heard, no one I know ended up in the big drink (so it's okay! because it didn't effect me!), but best thoughts to everyone who's still waiting to hear, as well as everyone else who's gonna have to live through the colossal drag the cleanup and reconstruction period is going to be.
POSTSCRIPT: Reading the right-wing blogs this morning (sorry, folks, I have to -- it's my job), I was pleasantly surprised at how many people refrained from invoking the Big T: even Charles Johnson, of all people, was being the voice of reason on his blog. But there was the usual legion of no-hopers who swore up and down that the whole thing had to be the doing of illegal immigrant Islamotalitarians. It's sort of touching, in an incredibly misguided, awful, life-hating way: they want there to be terrorism SO BAD. It's their most special secret Christmas wish for Muslims to kill a bunch more Americans so they can really get their hate on.
