April 20th, 2005


1. A Wish List

So, my birthday is coming up in just under two weeks, and Lori's been asking me what I want.

I have no idea.

I know I'm always hard to shop for, but it's really bad this time.

Books haven't been grabbing my attention lately; a big part is that I haven't felt I've had the time and enthusiasm for reading.

For a while D&D books were a reliable pleasure--but my D&D campaign is going to end soon, and I don't know what I'm looking for next.

I tend not to rewatch DVDs, so it's hard to feel that they are cost-effective.

I'm having trouble finding music that appeals to me. (This has led to a vicious circle. I go to Record Exchange and I buy very cheap CDs, because I don't want to spend a lot on dubious albums. (And because my notions of a fair price for an album were established 20 years ago.) And then I don't really enjoy those bottom-of-the-barrel CDs.)

World of Warcraft tempts me--but I fear its temptation, because I have a long history of getting utterly sucked into computer games, and I'm not at all sure it would be good for me.

Much the same "I'm attracted, but I'm not sure it's good for me" is true of food presents. The steaks from Omaha Steaks that Lori gave me last year were a great gift--but we're trying to lose weight, so we have two boxes of steaks in our freezer and we're trying not to eat them too often.

I'm not totally content with my life, of course, though I'm fairly content. But the big desires I feel--particularly ample leisure time and wealth beyond avarice--are not things that I can reasonably expect my friends to give me.

Ah well. This is a picayune problem. It's just fine to be content with what I have.