Life as a Spectator Sport

Non-political entry today. My brain is hurting and I need to think about other things for a while.

I seem to be back to having "theme days." For anyone who's new to reading here, many of my trips around the state of Virginia have been marked by multiple instances of some oddity or event. I'd have one store after another in a different location than where my paperwork said it was supposed to be. Or there would be a whole day's worth of people who freaked out over having to sign the consent form giving me permission to walk around with clipboard and camera. There was more than one "car trouble" day, and at least a few times when I'd repeatedly get lost, though I've driven around Virginia so much now that that particular problem doesn't happen often any more.

Today was "skunk day." With two days of brilliantly beautiful weather, there was bound to be a lot of wildlife roaming around (and therefore more road kill). For whatever reason, every other dead body on the road today was a skunk. Nick spent half the day with his fingers squeezed over his nose moaning, "Arrrrrggghhhh, that stinks!"

Today we went to Staunton, tomorrow we go to Richmond. Nick doesn't want to go with me, but video games have too strong a pull on him if I leave him home. I come home to find the pile of practice problems or the chapters of review reading still untouched, and I know he's been in front of the Play Station all day long.

On the other hand, I suppose I should be grateful that he hasn't become addicted to EverQuest. I pay for a monthly subscription for him, since he enjoys the game and the cost is minimal, but I keep hearing about people who throw themselves into the EverQuest universe and never come out. Nick and I were talking today about video game design, and he dismissed EverQuest in these words: "It's just a bunch of chat rooms with some monsters thrown in for you to shoot at." I started laughing so hard I almost ran off the road. The wisdom of babes, indeed. I rewarded him with a book on introductory video game programming, since he's been asking me to teach him to program.

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