Emailed Dave, finally:
It's raining here - I hear we are supposed to have snow tonight but they are frequently wrong. It was icy driving in to Olympia yesterday morning, and people around here drive like idiots as soon as any precipitation hits the pavement.
I've been making clothes for a role-playing-game inside Second Life. Another game that opens in two months courted me and I turned them down - which gave them pause as everyone is trying to get on the team and only I have been trying to get away. I was surprised at how gracious and nice the main man was when I bailed. The man who got me involved in the first place came round and pushed me up the gangplank again last night, so now I'm on the SimCast Developers' Team. I'm not happy, but perhaps I'll learn to like it. There are definite good points to playing hard to get, except that I was wanting to be impossible to get. I'm susceptible to being to being told, "We need YOU, damn it" and then being called yellow, apparently. I have a weakness for blue men and the man who was so insistant is blue. Life is strange, no? Everyone was very nice to me last night - I even asked them if they felt it was all right for me to be there.
In the picture I was talking to them at about 2am yesterday. YadNi's French, Prong is in Chicago -- I have no clue when people get to sleep but I was up until almost 4am trying to work without being able to concentrate at all and then couldn't sleep. I was up at 8 to get ready for a haircut appointment, but they rang me and changed it (good).