Not much has been going on in life recently. I mean, sure, we got a Christmas tree and decorated it, and we put up lights all over our front porch and got light-sensitive electric candles to put in our windows, and we’ve been having friends over for impromptu (and not-so-impromptu) gatherings in front of our fireplace. But beyond that, nothing. Except for the hilariously flaming play we went to see over the weekend, which was not only thoroughly enjoyable, but filled with killer outfits to boot. So except for that, really, nothing. Wait, did I mention the emergency plane landing on our street? Just kidding.
Actually, I wanted to draw your attention to two things. The first is a Web site which will allow you to get more closely in touch with the realm just beyond this world: Heavens-Above. It’s not a cult, it’s a way cool predictor program. Trust me, give it a whirl, because it’s too cool for words. The second thing is the conclusion to a review of a video game, if you can believe that. I’d played the demo, and I fully identify with the reviewer’s emotional reactions to the game. While clicking a mouse and staring at little colored dots on a monitor, I was suddenly given insight—sharp, deep, and painful—into what fighting a war demands of the men who must do so, and of what it means to be a soldier. Just playing this game brought that home to me in a way nothing ever could—and yes, I’ve seen Saving Private Ryan.