|The move is temporary, incidentally.
||[Aug. 7th, 2006|04:37 pm]
I finally found out the root of my poor correspondence skillz today, namely: it's in the genes. Here are some choice extracts from a card my parents sent me when I was in the Peak District (I think. I'm not sure):|
My mother writes (and oh! Look at her chidish, round hand): Nothing much is happening here--Rory got another ten out of ten for his spellings and asked me to tell you that he has reached Star Road in Super Mario World on his SNES.
This, from my Father, I feel is particularly good though: I've got a new screensaver for the computer--it's based on the Jubilee 2000 logo (JUBILEE 2000! X-treme nostalgia), which is a broken chain. It doesn't move, but it fills the whole screen and looks quite good (Was the concept of something FILLING THE SCREEN dead impressive in the mid-90s? If you're going to tell me about your screensaver, it should be one that MOVES, as this is obviously the ultimate in screensavers, and be more than a desperately uneffusive 'quite good').
Then again, no sentences had to be read more than once (except in a 'Oh my gosh, I can't quite believe they felt the need to tell me that!' sort of way) to get the gist, so they have one up on me.