| Oh...why not.
I'm living with my wife in Stillwater, now. Life is great; well, good at least. Our apartment is decorated quite nicely, the downstairs is clean and (finally) free of any remnants of moving, but the upstairs has just a few things left. All in all, other than a bit of sorting amongst the clothes, we are on the verge of being settled. Classes are going alright. Christa's job is not going quite like she dreamed it would, but what does go like one dreams? I might be working at Sam's again on the weekends. Wal-Mart didn't work out quite like I'd hoped, but again, or I guess I should say similarly, what ever does? I've been reading a lot of Neil Gaiman lately, and I have to admit, in terms of crafting stories, he's up there with Vonnegut. I've learned about myself that I love books about sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural, paranormal, metaphysical, etc... and that is okay. I am nerdy. Does it matter? No. Does anyone care? No. Would it matter if they did? No. Non-fiction just does not speak to me. I believe that non-fiction books take just as long to make a point as a fiction books, but they aren't nearly as enjoyable doing so. Also, who says that the ideas put forth in non-fiction are more credible than those in fiction? The category has nothing to do with it, only the author. One idea that I've come to agree with is on the nature of man. Demons are evil and angels are good; Humans do things to one another that are more disgusting and vile than any deed done by a demon, but also capable of such greater acts of mercy and grace than any angel could ever dream of accomplishing. |
