SL/Peekaboo/Listenaboo

The French lesbians decamped on the southwest corner, and now their once-off-limits property has a nice apartment tower resembling the Space Needle. I thought of Wrath Payne the moment I saw it, as he reportedly carries one in his Inventory. Interestingly, the land has music that is now-listenable, since I'm allowed on it, and I can hear (all I want) of what the lesbians used to listen to, since the land is still set to their stream. All French. Lots of accordians.

The new apartment looks down on the pool so that might be interesting.

SL/Wrath Paine

Wrath Paine and I had a nice chat tonight and talked about the Alamo, drinking V-8s while stoned (as in bloody marys, without alcohol), his dog Misery, yak burgers and steaks, the fake presidential election, British-isms, sounding out punctuation, and some guy in my bed, all within 30 minutes. The guy in my bed was planted by Jenny, the prankstress, who thinks it's funny to have strange women come over and discover a guy in my bed. The guy's name was Stewart.

It was very difficult explaining Stewart to Gia.

Blogosphere

I found two excellent Second Life blogs this week. One guy--Wrath Paine--because we ran into each other at a trivia contest. The other, Myg (I think that's how you pronounce it), because I backtraced her comments on here.

Wrath is a wonderful serio-comic reporter covering everything to do with Second Life.
Myg's site is filled with startling imagery and whacked-out commentary.

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