As I sit here and listen to the frolics of my housemate and his girlfriend - playfighting, real fighting, pen-stabbings - I am led to remember that thing a lot of people tend to talk about. You know the one - with the trees and the grass, the kids playing and the dogs running; work, money, play, boredom, insanity, depression, painful death and Joe Pasquale (effectively the same thing). Most know it as "real life," though, some intellectual has probably written a book on how the existentialism of our society dictates that life in itself is in all probability, a mere actuality of our physical and mental makeup, rather than one long track of boredom inter-spliced with rare moments of fun. Regardless, life is there, and it is there to be taken part in.