Up from the depths
My Dear Wormwood,
Just when it seemed your dear Uncle Screwtape couldn't sink any lower, he's gone and become a member of the dreaded 'blogging' community.
Yes, loving nephew, due to recent changes in management 'down below', it's become necessary for me to come up top and live among the humans for a while. That's right! Instead of writing to you from my palatial cabin on the shores of the lake of fire, I'm writing to you from a small studio apartment in a city called "Pittsburgh" (I chose it for it's clever use of the word "Pit" and, now that I've been here for a week, it seems strangely apt). There's not much to do around here, that a man of means such as myself would be interested in. I understand they have sports here. This is something I should look into as it would be an entirely new thing for me. I've never been the sporting type but a change in environment means, perhaps, a change in hobbies although I've never really quite understood the point. Nobody dies in these games and the team that loses still gets paid and paid rather well from what I've heard. The gladiator battles of Rome, now THERE was a sporting event. Christians being mauled by tigers. You won't see THAT on ESPN any time soon, I can assure you.
Not yet, anyway.
Although it hasn't been all that horrible. The one thing this city has going for it is the weather. It's been so warm and humid outside that it not only reminded me of home, but also proved to be rather entertaining. Seeing the humans wandering the streets miserable with the heat, sweating uncontrolably, and cursing the fact that, as of this writing, the United States has yet to encase itsself in a climate-controlled dome, has become one of my favorite pastimes as I sit, cool as a cucumber, on the deck of my apartment.
Unfortunately, dear nephew, I must take my leave at this time. It's gotten late and I have a long day of unpacking ahead of me. Yes, yes, I know that I mentioned before that I've been here for a week. I've simply neglected my unpacking duties until I acquired some suitable furniture. Thanks to the lovely local IKEA I now have shelves on which to rest my books and a futon bed on which to rest my weary head. It's not much, dear nephew, but it's a start.
Until next time, (heavens, has it been THAT long since we've corresponded?) I remain your affectionate uncle,
Screwtape
Just when it seemed your dear Uncle Screwtape couldn't sink any lower, he's gone and become a member of the dreaded 'blogging' community.
Yes, loving nephew, due to recent changes in management 'down below', it's become necessary for me to come up top and live among the humans for a while. That's right! Instead of writing to you from my palatial cabin on the shores of the lake of fire, I'm writing to you from a small studio apartment in a city called "Pittsburgh" (I chose it for it's clever use of the word "Pit" and, now that I've been here for a week, it seems strangely apt). There's not much to do around here, that a man of means such as myself would be interested in. I understand they have sports here. This is something I should look into as it would be an entirely new thing for me. I've never been the sporting type but a change in environment means, perhaps, a change in hobbies although I've never really quite understood the point. Nobody dies in these games and the team that loses still gets paid and paid rather well from what I've heard. The gladiator battles of Rome, now THERE was a sporting event. Christians being mauled by tigers. You won't see THAT on ESPN any time soon, I can assure you.
Not yet, anyway.
Although it hasn't been all that horrible. The one thing this city has going for it is the weather. It's been so warm and humid outside that it not only reminded me of home, but also proved to be rather entertaining. Seeing the humans wandering the streets miserable with the heat, sweating uncontrolably, and cursing the fact that, as of this writing, the United States has yet to encase itsself in a climate-controlled dome, has become one of my favorite pastimes as I sit, cool as a cucumber, on the deck of my apartment.
Unfortunately, dear nephew, I must take my leave at this time. It's gotten late and I have a long day of unpacking ahead of me. Yes, yes, I know that I mentioned before that I've been here for a week. I've simply neglected my unpacking duties until I acquired some suitable furniture. Thanks to the lovely local IKEA I now have shelves on which to rest my books and a futon bed on which to rest my weary head. It's not much, dear nephew, but it's a start.
Until next time, (heavens, has it been THAT long since we've corresponded?) I remain your affectionate uncle,
Screwtape