SL/Overheard/
ZinY: I was trying to tip the tip jar but it went into her instead.
Muaw: You're lucky you're not in trouble.
A means for me to put down whatever rubbish happens to affect me at the time and to comment on today's news, when applicable. (Lately it's become more and more of a Second Life parable, though.)
ZinY: I was trying to tip the tip jar but it went into her instead.
Muaw: You're lucky you're not in trouble.
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There's a character named Pappy roaming the landscape of Second Life. Pappy's got his own still, a dawg, a shotgun, and you can usually recognize him by his shiny overalls and proper (hillbilly) English.
Pappy's a riot, especially if you can understand what he's sayin.
See Pappy here.
And here.
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Milo informed me he is having a Serbian wedding on Second Life soon with his bride-to-be, Kaca, and asked me to be his best man. I was honored and I agreed.
"The longer I dance on here the more I'm inclined to work on my real life gut."
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You know your monitor is stoned when you keep looking and looking at something over and over again. Something that doesn't look quite right. To me, this sign looked like de-capitated turkeys dancing with halos on their heads. What do you see?

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"I kissed her on the lips then looked down at her hand and didn't know what to do with it."
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"The last time I checked my computer you were on it."
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"Does Kansas believe in Second Life? That is the question."
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Mind Your Uhs and Huhs
Chapter and Verse Unknown:
"My mouse pointer kept getting closer and closer to the little red X at the top of the screen. I managed to linger on it without really pressing it: I wanted to hear the rest of what she had to say. But I was tired. The little red X started looking like a bullseye. I went corner-to-corner on it, hopscotching around. What did she say? The red X was exerting a lot of influence over me--too much influence. I couldn't keep up. Say what? I was tired, and it was now my turn to type. Time to leave the little red X.' Uh huh.' I typed. (I couldn't believe I typed 'Uh huh'.) Talk about the worst combination of words ever to type to a woman online! Yet I typed them. Damn you little red X!!!"
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