SL/Real Estate

I have a sound effect in my inventory that I like to use for those situations when someone is away from the keyboard, or otherwise distracted. It is a weather alarm, with three ear-piercing beeping noises. Johnthomas used it on me when I was (Away) once, and I never forgot it. It is the easiest--if freakiest--way to summon someone quickly back to Second Life. I used it today on a real estate prospect, who drifted away as she stood on my property. Three blasts later she apologized, saying she'd been IMing friends and emailing acquaintances, and wondered what the weather was going to be like today/tomorrow.
I produced a storm cloud and wore it over my head. (Jenny made it for me.) The real estate market was soft, I told her. We ended up standing on the bottom land I'd sold a month earlier. "See that face" I said, pointing to Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's face in the distance. "It greets us every sunrise in vibrant colors. The land is alive and special. Not to mention edible." I scooped up a handful and began eating it.
"You sick bastard," she said, backing up. "Let me call a doctor."
While waiting for the doctor, she explained that since my land had disowned me, basically, I was a "bastard," and since eating the land would surely sicken me, I was a "sick bastard."
True, I thought; beautifully expressed.
I mentioned to her the community pool. Surely it wasn't cursed, as far as I knew. It wasn't built on any burial grounds, either, except, due to the barbecue grill, it was a boneyard for countless chickens. "But that's because they were born that way--meaty," I explained. "There's nothing haunted about a departed chicken, either" I assured her (without her asking me to). Finally, I offered this rumination: "If only chickens weren't born with feathers to begin with..." At that point, I was thinking specifically about life without any feathers at all, and how much easier it would be. I expressed how much of a pain in the youknowwhat it was to render chicken apart from those pesky feathers. "Can we not just create a featherless chicken?" I demanded.
One of her IM friends apparently had an emergency at this point and she had to leave. I wished her well, but by the time "well" got out of my fingers, she was gone.
I wished her "well well" after she was gone.

SL/Milo expen$es

A wedding in Second Life, as it turns out, is expensive, just as in real life. The wedding hall for Milo's wedding, Milo informed me, costs a whopping 7000L$ -- a fortune to a struggling Serbian in SL.
Milo may eventually ask me to hold a benefit for him or something. This would be fun because we can finally see how many pixelated bodies we can cram into the neighborhood pool, as well as raise awareness for Milo's need for a relatively expensive wedding and very expensive honeymoon. This would be best done through a barbecue, I suppose. There is nothing like discussing an upcoming wedding around good barbecue.

The benefit would be poolside, and nudity would be a requirement since not only would it involve barbecue, but it would also involve volleyball. Women are strongly encouraged to attend!!!

We will be holding a "Sexy Watermellon Eating" contest, too.

SL/Walk becomes mini-Rampage

Everything was going OK with the neighborhood walk until Woody saw the barbecue grill.

Second Life/Prize Pyle

Prize Pyle is the name of a local land baron. He owns most every piece of land I've bought. Plus, he's a hell of a nice guy.

The community pool next to my beach house is something he built. He told me he's going to expand the grounds by adding a deck and some tables and maybe even some barbecue grills. I told him it was a great idea (good for the community).
Here is a picture of Prize Pyle (on right) using the pool grounds to talk business with another guy. I'd spotted Pyle and wanted to say hi but when I got closer I kept my distance because I didn't want to ruin Pyle's image as a successful land baron by letting his conversation-mate see me: a crazy-looking neighbor.

So I hid in the bushes.




Absorbing what I could.