Does this make me look fat?
GAWD - what a weekend I had in Second Life.
It started out well. The weather in Wonderful Land was good, my hair looked good and I had chosen an adorable outfit. But, when I sat on my new Hopa hippety hop, which was going to ride while doing errands (see my blog entry for Oct. 23), the prim skirt part of my outfit stuck out oddly. "What a great time to try the new smart/intelligent/genius skirt script I had purchased," I thought naively. After over an hour of struggle, the skirt was stuck to my back like a camel’s hump and I could not get it stop clinging there. Since I don’t have an advanced degree in Computer Science, I gave up and just wore it as a Stupid Skirt™ – sans script. Sigh.
Picking up a few things for dinner at M-Mart. (Next to Maddux Furnishings. Be sure to pick up a freebie gift bag filled with furniture and home accessories while you are there.)
I resigned myself to buying a replacement tub, mounted my Hopa and went shopping. I was hopping and browsing peacefully when suddenly, I found myself trapped in a cage! After some struggle and frustration, I managed to track down the bling-happy jerk who had caged me. After telling me to fuck myself several times (Wha...??), he removed it.
At the time, I did not know that if I just TP’d somewhere that I would be free of the cage. Later in the day, this trick was explained to me by an acquaintance whom I had met when they were wandering around a texture shop trying to find out where they could buy a wall. A wall. I kid you not. And when they explained to me how to escape from a cage, they acted like I was the slow one.
When I got back to my house, I realized that I had double purchased several textures. Crapola! (I can only guess that this is the result of brain damage that occurs after riding a virtual hippety hop continuously for over 72 hours.)
I was cursing my waste of Lindens when I glanced out of my living room window and realized that new neighbors had moved in. They had placed a 30m x 30m home on a 30m x 30m plot of land - meaning that this is my new view:
Just who is going to pick up this mess?
I left the mess and began working on filing my new textures in my inventory, when a handsome Avatar I had met while bathtub shopping recently (loud sigh...), IM’d me. I had really enjoyed talking with him the previous evening, so I was looking forward to chatting again. Well, he decided that the best course of conversation that day was to tell me all about what he was going to do sexually to another Avatar. How charming. Vomit.
And all weekend long, I kept hoping that my SL boyfriend would log in and hang out with me. But no such luck - he is being grounded by his Real Life (frigid, giant bushed) girlfriend who caught him 'spanking his monkey' while engaged in recreational activities with me. (What? I meant ice skating.)
I prefer to give my monkey 'time outs'. Lolo Pet Shop.
At that point, I was quite bummed about how things had gone.
But then, out of the blue, my friend Alger Meads IM’d me to share a haiku he had written about pistachios. :-)
And somehow, that made everything better.
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