a letter home
2001-09-27 1:18 p.m.
OK, this is more or less an e-mail I wrote to my dad. Uh, obviously, I called D. by his real name in the original. And I've taken out the opening and closing paragraphs.As I was writing the e-mail, though, I kept thinking about how the stuff I was mentioning was really better suited for a journal entry. It's pretty much all stuff going on in my head, and not real events. So, I decided that since I had all these journal-type thoughts written out, I'd just go ahead and slip them into my journal. Maaaybe it's an important revelation into my psyche. Just look at all the stuff I didn't mention, in this letter to my dad. Or, maaaaaybe it's just a lame copout of an entry. *** I've been spending almost all my spare time lately playing The Sims. I was doing really well, but last weekend, I picked up the expansions, and my whole SimWorld has been crumbling ever since. There was this magic lamp, see, and first it randomly gave me cool stuff whenever I rubbed it, but then it started malfuctioning. Damn you, magic lamp!! You set my house on fire! You reversed Xena's personality! You took away all of Michael's skills! YOU KILLED BOB!! I'm still kinda in shock over that one. I loved that little set of pixels. And, he was the one with the highpaying job and all the friends, so the other people in that household pretty much have to start over from scratch. I've been randomly reading books out of the Box o' SciFi from Josh. I found a collection of stories by Theodore Sturgeon that interested me enough to dig through the box and look for more, but now I've finished all of them that I have readily available. This is such a strange way to discover authors. I know so little about 40-year old science fiction. When I find something I like, I have no real way of knowing if I'll ever find anything by the same person again. I was expecting to be distracted by all sorts of anachronisms, but they really aren't that noticable, at least in the books I've read so far. I can enjoy a fantasy story about life "in the year 2000!!" in the spirit it was originally intended, and overlook any small dated details I happen to find. There really isn't a lot of news here. D. likes the new job. I'm still working all the time, but there are several new waitresses, so I may someday soon realize my dream of working only five days a week.
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