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Evening Reading

by Steve Gibson, Dec 21, 2002 6:07pm PST
Related Topics – Wack News, RIAA

Hope everyone is enjoying those final days of holiday shopping. The woman and I hit the malls as it is our duty as consumers to mindlessly look for bright red tags and hand over credit cards for things that wont even be used ever again a week after Christmas. Doing our part!

- There are violent videogames? - Gaming for degrees - Start an online dating website, sell it for $150 million - Kazaa continues to piss off the RIAA
Lastly, Friends is uncancelled yet again. How many does this make?





























  • I'll tell you guys a bit about my childhood. This is not meant to invoke sympathy.

    <Backstory>I'm 28 now. I live with my wife of 6 months and have one son (hers) and have one of my own on the way.</Backstory>

    I came from a single parent upbringing involving only my mother. Father was in the picture but had visitation only every 2 weeks. If you want to know what that was like picture a tug of war rope between two equally strengthed elephants.

    Christmas was a great time, lots of presents and fun times. Until my grandparents passed away. You see that's where the presents came from. My mother who I love very much never got her ducks in a row via the job market and for whatever reason decided to live off of the system on welfare. I'm not proud of her decision to do such but that's only cemented my decision not to.

    Anyways, back to the story. My grandparents died when I was 13 and 14. I didn't know at the time that that's where the money came from to buy the aforementioned presents. The next Christmas was dismal. My mother had to go to the Salvation Army in order to even have any sort of presents under the tree. They usually consisted of a game and a pair of gloves. I don't exactly remember the contents.

    This went on for years until I was old enough to understand what was going on and didn't need any presents. I insisted that my mother just not get us anything and save the presents for the other children that received nothing. This was not out of spite or anything.

    I'm now just getting over being 'depressed' around the holidays because I'm now fortunate enough to be able to buy my loved ones presents. My mother still can't afford anything and won't be able to for the rest of her life. I don't feel sorry for her because that's the path she chose to walk. I'm glad that I can buy presents for my family members.

    Moral of the story? Don't sweat the small stuff around the holidays. There are people out there that can't even afford a Christmas tree or anything to put under it. That being said, don't ignore the boxes to put toys into. They'll bring a smile to the most saddest face.