neurological dryer lint

grrrr i've had immigrant song in my head all morning. make it stop.

could be worse, i guess. could be those terrible oldies they pipe into my building all day.

speaking of that. i think im gonna go get that XM radio today. i've been considering it all week. gadget lust will be the end of me, i guess. :)

rereading some Asimov out of spite has gotten me fired up about the old scifi i used to love back in the day, so i grabbed my collection of Eddings' stuff from the house. the overused analogy of seeing an old friend aptly describes the experience. i wonder how much reading these books molded stuff about my personality... i mean, when i read this stuff middle school / beginning of high school, it really grabbed me. i'd order the books from the little professor store in forest fair (anyone remember that? mr. murphy from PRMS worked there), and i'd be ridiculously hyped up when they got in, and i'd devour them in a day or two. the characters felt like acquaintences. the things that they went through moved me, affected me. it was a departure from the mundane... fortunately it didn't end up owning me, as tends to happen to a lot of the followers of the genre... but i know imagining those stories in my head, putting myself in them, it was impactful.

and now i consider the close relationships i have. because i see elements of the characters and who they are, and then i think about the people that i'm close with and how much i've sought out people with personalities like that. how many people like frodo or gandalf have i built good friendships with?

i guess the moral is, watch what your kids read. i'm gonna get some good literature in my kids' hands. and they're going to grow up to be as normal and stable as i am. :)

and i have my sister and my dad to thank, i doubt i would have read a page were it not for their influence.

listnening to: AFI - no poetic device