I am not sure people appreciate how exhausting it is to be me.
Once I finally got dressed I went out to find a sim. It is hard work finding one that I am not either banned from or that does not have their security orb activated.
Then I have to wander around and find a good location, fiddle with the windlight thing and move my finger a lot to click the mouse.
It is beyond exhausting. I have to carry oxygen tanks with me . . . and drugs . . . lots of drugs.
Holding a smile forever … Read more at the source.
I don’t get it.
Oh I go. I fight to get in so I can stand there and be cool. I am not stupid. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I am not cool. I want to be able to complain about not being able to get in, and scream that I made it when I know others are still sitting there hitting the teleport button every 2 seconds and praying to the teleport gods. When I get there I wander and I look at what the machines are, once they rez. That can take a couple of … Read more at the source.
I know you are asking the same question I did. I get the “stone” part. What is a “henge?” “A henge is the term given to a large prehistoric earthwork, usually but not always circular,whether of stones, wood, or earth.”
I think this is proof that prehistoric man was much smarter than modern man. They knew what a “henge” was and met the requirements to qualify one. They didn’t even have google or computers to look it up. These people KNEW their henges.
I am impressed they went with stones when they could have made it easier on themselves … Read more at the source.
That awful moment when you are perving someone’s profile and you click a link expecting you are going to another page with more info, only to find out that it has sent them a notice with your information asking for the link to be sent to you …. and there is no unclick. I immediately tried to unclick it . . . probably 80 times or more . . . .because I am a slow learner. I kept thinking that maybe if I held my mouse a certain way, or clicked it in some special secret combination of clicks that … Read more at the source.
The other day I was checking some of my old links and looking through various designer’s profiles and I came across a few that state “We no longer have any use for bloggers.” or “We don’t use bloggers anymore.” or some permeation of that.
I found that interesting.
The age old complaint is that bloggers ask for product, and then they never blog it. They just want handouts. Just because a blogger has never asked for product, or if they have they blogged every item, religiously and brilliantly, is no reason not to treat all bloggers like scum, just in … Read more at the source.
My brother was convinced there was such a thing as a golden egg. He has spent a good deal of his life looking for one.
I must admit I sort of took it on as a personal mission to encourage him to believe in fairy tales. He kissed tons of frogs looking for his prince. He spent years trying to spin straw into gold and he even tried to cook a kid named Hansel once in the old oven we had out in the barn.
Turns out kids named Hansel are smarter than frogs and as soon as the … Read more at the source.
Last night we had a spectacular experience. There was music, drama, fireworks and lots and lots of swearing. It is not often that the travelling Circus comes to town and parks itself in your yard and sends in ALL the clowns, but last night was magic.
The frogs flash mobbed us. Except they clearly have a short attention span and did not quite get through all the instructions. They nailed, “a bunch of you assemble suddenly in a public place/our back yard, and perform an unusual and seemingly pointless act . . ” They failed to finish the sentence … Read more at the source.
They always make frolicking in the snow look like such fun. People who have never been in snow romanticize it. A good friend does not let another friend erroneously romanticize snow. They just don’t.
I have a friend in Australia who wants to go to Canada because she loves the winter fashions. She gushes when she talks about plaids and the beautiful fur coats. I would slap her but that is not allowed.
I so want to take her to Canada and drop her off in the mountains for an hour … like when it is 40 below and … Read more at the source.