NYC: Our Humor Is Blacker Than Yours

In the spirit of the first sign of emotional recovery in our office being someone wedging a Nerf glider in between the twin towers in our Puzz 3-D of the New York skyline, I declare a contest: Post here your suggestions for the relabeling of the eleventh of September.

I have opened the bidding with the modest contribution of "NEVAR FORGETT!!1 Day".
elibalin upped the ante with "The Feast of St. Zomg".
What've you got?

The Sophistication Phase

(14:46:15) elibalin: What do I want to eat?
(14:46:36) syringavulgaris: Power shake!
(14:46:52) elibalin: I did not ask what your battle cry is.
(14:48:26) syringavulgaris: Yolato!
(14:48:44) elibalin: I did not ask for the name of your spunky sidekick.
(14:49:04) syringavulgaris: With a few more rounds of this we could generate a stupid webquiz.
(14:49:20) elibalin: "Stupid webquiz" is redundant.
(14:49:48) elibalin: WAT CONDIMENT R U LOL TAK QIZ

The 4pm Duh Is Late Today

Context: this particular corp. customer still gives dariodevil snarling fits when their name is mentioned. They call weekly, on average, with some kind of mail problem that is some form of PEBKAC, usually lost passwords. (They're also the ones who asked for an "SSI certificate" for their web site.) It's almost always the same cranky old(-sounding) secretary-ish woman calling, too. Naturally she's the one who has the least grasp on these difficult new technologies.

[Wrong password, usual changing ritual, all is well until:]
Your humble correspondent: ...so that'll work within 5 minutes or so.
Madam Wahmbulance: Thank you, but I just want you to know that you're driving us crazy with this code business.
YHC: [assuming she means the alphabet soup-ism of the random generator] Well, of course you can change the password to whatever you like--
MW: NO, I mean having it at all! Why do we have to type in a code every time we want to get our mail? It's such a hassle!
YHC: ...........Because if a mail account were not password protected, anyone on the Internet would be able to read your mail?
MW: I don't care, it's ridiculous! It's driving us crazy! Thank you for the new code but this is completely unreasonable. *click*