First, apologies for the month-long hiatus; I was traveling for a while and away from Alex. And even when I was able to get him on the phone, he was far too engrossed with the recent release of Starcraft 2 to be giving any life lessons.
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Alex is sitting at the kitchen table and reading silently. A fly buzzes by. He looks up, then back down. A few moments later the fly buzzes by again, and he swats at it. This continues for a while until finally, too perturbed to continue, Alex obtains a flyswatter.
He tracks the fly around the room; it lands a few times but takes off before he has a chance to kill it. After a while, frustrated, he swings at it in the air a few times, even comes close once or twice.
The fly swoops around his head and lingers for a while around his waist. He swings swiftly and forcibly--then stops, the flyswatter stopping inches away from his own crotch.
Alex: "Tricksy fly..."
He stops, sets the flyswatter down, and returns to his reading.
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