Tuesday, June 22, 2004
My little brother, Eddie Bob, since the age of ten has been working on a Deathworld Project. Master Skull controls Deathworld, Eddie's fantasy land that he illustrates and for which he creates an elaborate, ongoing history. Eddie created a language (Deathian) by which his Deathworld creatures communicate. He requested my assistance in learning hiragana, katakana, and kanji (which supplement his independent study of Egyptian hieroglyphics). This evening he asserted that he studies other languages in order that he may understand how best to construct Deathian. My response to this was:
'That's good, Eddie. Bizarre and a little twisted, but... good.'Indirectly progressing from that subject, I researched the requirements for my Classics major. As presumed, to teach Latin I simply take certification courses through the School of Education. I also found something interesting as a second option: a Bachelor of Science degree in International Economics. I could minor in Japanese or German for that one, more than likely. In the long run I would make more money (which equates to more happiness) with an economics degree than if I go straight to teaching. Besides, teaching is for talentless pussies, according to most people. I am not a talentless pussy; I just lack motivation and direction.
For his birthday I purchased The Father the latest biography on Alexander Hamilton. He reads Jefferson, Adams, Franklin, et alia, and I struggled internally as I stood before that shelf at Books A Million (I think the chain was originally to be called "Books For A Million", but some dip misprinted all the signs), because most of those boys thought Hamilton was a chump. I traipsed to the Robert E. Lee section, found nothing appealing, and settled on Hamilton after busting my mind for a solid twenty minutes. The Megabitch and her Love Matt handed The Father a DVD of a recent Willie Nelson concert. I must snatch it sometime.
Tomorrow and Thursday I worketh not. I have a lengthy list of people to call, now that I am back in the K-hole. I avoid calling people to play, though, because I lack ideas for entertainment. I don't know how to have fun. I ran into oncoming traffic once, and that was as close to "fun" as I have ever allowed myself.
I have many books to read.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:42 PM]