The title makes it sound like this is perhaps funny linkage. It’s not.
This is a wishlist for my birthday I put together under duress. Why duress? Why “the saddest wishlist in the world”? Probably for the same reason that making up a list of friends to invite to a party is painful to me. Because it’s trying to define myself using objects and relationships I want. And defining myself, saying “I am …”, that makes me very uncomfortable.
Ask for a wishlist, get neuroses.
Books:
Only 3 books? Hmmph.
Carter Beats the Devil — read good things about this.
Little, Big — this too. For a long time.
1610: A Sundial in a Grave — last time in London, I saw this in Waterstones, but decided to pick the much-praised Ash first. Ash really rocked, so now I want this one. Swashbucklers, samurai and seers, I hear.
Games:
The more expensive ones are probably the ones that I’m least interested in, actually. I’m not sure I can justify buying any of this, even to myself.
Blue Rose — or maybe not.
Mutants & Masterminds: Noir
These three for completeness’ sake:
Feng Shui: Blood of the Valiant
Feng Shui: Gorilla Warfare
Feng Shui: Thorns of the Lotus
Indie games, never sighted in a store:
The Sorcerer’s Soul
Sorcerer & Sword
Sex & Sorcery
Dogs in the Vineyard
My Life With Master
Comics:
Umm, Superman: Birthright? I’m really behind in comics, I am. If it’s cool and new, I might have missed it.
TV:
If anyone downloaded a season or so of Battlestar Galactica, Veronica Mars or even Buffy, I’d like to watch these, complete. Oh, also Sopranos and even Six Feet Under.
CDs:
My Bro introduced me to Mercury Rev, Franz Ferdinand and Razorlight. The last two only have one album each, but it would be cool to listen to this stuff legally.
Objects:
I used to have an MP3 player that I liked a lot, but I lost it.
I need good knives. Not big or ungainly or pointy, just good eating knives, the sort that would cut a steak or slice bread or spread butter, and all with ease.
I need a good handbag. A man’s handbag, with lots of room. My family might be getting me one, because I haven’t asked them for anything else.
A camera.
A webcam and a microphone, so I can talk to S.
Misc:
A happy birthday card you drew yourself.
A poem, a picture, a dance. Well, maybe not a dance.
Have too many clothes and shoes I should buy myself.
4 replies on “The saddest wishlist in the world”
So I want be getting you a web cam
Phe. I won’t be getting you any of this; but I think it’s good to keep a yearly list of things you crave. It’s unbelievably useful when people around you want to get you something, birthday or not. So I think it was worth all the pain and suffering after all. You know, for prosperity.
I think it was my dad who, when I asked him last time what he wanted for his birthday, said “world peace”.
Talk about the saddest wish list in the world.
This list is mostly “a transient list of crap which I may, or may not, get myself”. I had one last year, a list of “roleplaying games I crave the most” that I wrote in my Gargoyle column. I bought most of that for myself in a single morning and was left with the sort of nausea you get from eating too much ice-cream.
I love seeing an object and knowing on sight that “I will get this for fred”; however, this probably only happened to me twice in recent years. I feel just as helpless when I get the urge to get someone something as when someone asks me “what would you like me to get you?”
what would you like more? microphons or mp3? or maybe both? yes.”tovim ha’shna’yim”. this going to be my birthday gift to you, my Kolid. (I wanted the web cam aswell, but somebody else wrote that he’ll get it for you).