He left me
Just like that
Out of the blue
“Hi there! Bye there!”
“I have someone new!”
What was I thinking
When I loved him?
He cared not for me -
He was only for “him”
I may be alone
But I am not beat
For as of today
His pants have no seat
He cut up my heart
I cut something of his
For I call it justice
In a world such as this
Lately I have been thinking about coincidences, the weird happenings that are stranger than fiction. Such as, my husband and I took a cruise. Prior to the cruise I made connections with others on the cruise on the Cruise Critic web site. Through this I met a lady who was traveling with her elderly father. This man had worked with my husband’s father back in the early 1950’s.
Ok, I want to connect this to Second Life. I figured that for many of us that there is someone on Second Life who we knew in real life at some time or other. But, we have no idea that this person is involved in Second Life. The real life profiles for most people say little or nothing. Visual clues are not helpful. I do not look like a rat in real life. So whether or not you meet anyone from real life in second life, it is possible, but is it probable?
I hate going commercial. I’ve long had what could almost be described as a phobia against advertising, on the basis that money spent on advertising something I don’t want is wasted money, and money spent advertising something I do want could be better spent making the product cheaper instead.
Then I started trying to sell stuff for myself. And do I ever need to take Advertising 101 class now. My sales figures aren’t exactly Earth-shattering 
I’ve spent most of the weekend doing a few improvements on my treehouse. It’s an old design, but the changes I’ve made, retexturing, adding a few scripts and decoration, and shortly packing in rez-foo (as opposed to the old select all and take a copy packaging) should together do a lot to increase it’s value.
So head on down to Wetas and buy my stuff. you know you want to.
…continuing on from my essay on beauty in SL and whether a man can be beautiful. This was of course inspired by comments on my view that it is unusual to call a man “beautiful”, and that the usual word is “handsome”.
I pushed the computer switch. Nothing happened. No sound, not a grunt or a groan or a whir. Nothing. I did get the extended warranty on it. But, I had not backed it up in a long time. I am the type of person who doesn’t care to know anything except that the computer I have does what I want it to do. I had a hunch that it was electrical, like juice wasn’t getting to it. I checked the cords and found all were plugged in.
Winston looked at it. Winston, for those who don’t know him, is my partner both in SL and RL. “The switch,” he declared, and he got it working. “Just don’t turn it off.”
I dreaded the thought of taking it into be repaired. He was afraid that they just might replace it and that there was the issue of the graphics card. I have two of those, the original doesn’t handle SL.
After work he opened the computer up and got it going. He found the broken piece, a small piece of plastic almost small enough to use as a toothpick. The only problem, he said, is to remember before we take it in for repairs; we need to remove the chopstick he used to make the temporary fix.
So, if in a pinch, if duct tape won’t work, try a chop stick.
So I gave in to the evil lure and made a myspace profile. It’s all part of my plan to conquer teh Interwebs and become a superstar. Maybe. Nothing there yet, so now is probably the best time to check it out, while it’s still embarrassingly basic. Actually, there probably won’t ever be anything much there.
I’ve been reading archives of Twilight Zone episode summaries today. One struck me. It’s the story where a 19 year old woman refuses a surgical procedure that would both make her beautiful and long lived. And she turns it down (at first), because it also makes you think just like everyone else.