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2:50 PM
[ Hello, MarinaNova. Ferris is sitting here, in the bedroom of his apartment in sector 2. The walls are plastered rather solidly with an eclectic mix of posters, photos, and other varied clippings and images he's managed to dig up around the place. At the start of his transmission, he reaches over and pauses his music - The Cars, if you're paying attention and would recognize it. He leans back and engages in a casual, conversational tone. ]
So, let's see, it's... a few weeks, now, that I've been here. I wouldn't exactly say I've resigned myself to my fate or anything like that, but I did start figuring, not particularly long into my stay, that I might as well make the most of it. After all, I'm still here regardless of whether I dwell on it or not. Why miss out on the positive aspects in favor of making myself miserable? I've never been a fan of dwelling, anyway. Waste of time.
In that spirit, I've been exploring, perusing the local diversions - everything you'd expect a guy to do, you know? And you can take my word for it when I say I'm not the sort to leave any stone unturned. I mean - not literally, because I haven't yet found any choice entertainment under stones. If there is any, I'd appreciate someone pointing me in the direction of the right stones.
Now, naturally, I'll continue ever onward in my independent endeavour for diversion, but I figured I may as well pose the question to my fellow inmates; How do you entertain yourself here?
Don't misunderstand; I'm certainly not bored - who would ever allow oneself to meet such a fate, I ask you? [ Restless, sure. But defiantly not bored. ] But I have long ago come to believe that any man who fails to keep an open mind and reach out to others is a man who is only cheating himself. Everyone's got a different idea of fun, after all, and it never hurts to try something new. Well... rarely.
So, let's see, it's... a few weeks, now, that I've been here. I wouldn't exactly say I've resigned myself to my fate or anything like that, but I did start figuring, not particularly long into my stay, that I might as well make the most of it. After all, I'm still here regardless of whether I dwell on it or not. Why miss out on the positive aspects in favor of making myself miserable? I've never been a fan of dwelling, anyway. Waste of time.
In that spirit, I've been exploring, perusing the local diversions - everything you'd expect a guy to do, you know? And you can take my word for it when I say I'm not the sort to leave any stone unturned. I mean - not literally, because I haven't yet found any choice entertainment under stones. If there is any, I'd appreciate someone pointing me in the direction of the right stones.
Now, naturally, I'll continue ever onward in my independent endeavour for diversion, but I figured I may as well pose the question to my fellow inmates; How do you entertain yourself here?
Don't misunderstand; I'm certainly not bored - who would ever allow oneself to meet such a fate, I ask you? [ Restless, sure. But defiantly not bored. ] But I have long ago come to believe that any man who fails to keep an open mind and reach out to others is a man who is only cheating himself. Everyone's got a different idea of fun, after all, and it never hurts to try something new. Well... rarely.