The scissors have no edge

Running With ScissorsI’ve stopped reading Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs; it’s a memoir about a young boy growing up in an odd environment, with lots of unusual, often sad events that illustrate what’s influenced the boy’s perception of himself and the world. I grew tired of it, not caring about him or his mother. The writing seemed forced, as if the memoir was painful to tell; maybe that was the author’s intent, but it didn’t work for me.

I’m going to tackle The New Oxford Guide to Writing by Thomas S. Kane and A Shortcut in Time by Charles Dickinson next.

A trip to the mall

I don’t mind going to malls if there’s a purpose; I don’t like wandering around aimlessly, and I won’t go when it’s crowded. I do most of my shopping when stores first open.

A co-worker and I went to the Oakland mall this morning; he had to return some boots and I just went along for the ride. Along the way we stopped at Costco where I bought Ship Fever: Stories by Andrea Barrett for $8.29 U.S. This blurb on its back-cover sold me:

Beautiful stories about the wonder and work of science… In Barreett’s hands, science is transformed from hard and known fact into malleable, strange, and thrilling fictional material.

At a Borders store in the mall I bought:

I own a Playstation2

I’m an impatient video game player. I don’t have the patience to figure out puzzles or work through mazes. If I’m playing an action game where you have to defeat a "boss" to continue further, I’ll quit if it becomes difficult or repetitive. I often resort to FAQs for games; I care for seeing the story and action played out than trying to figure it out. As a result, I tend to play games that are considered simple and easy like racing car games.

I bought the following this morning:

I bought them at Gamestop, a popular franchise down here that sells used games, too. They gave me a free copy of GameInformer magazine, too.