Um.

Worked on another chainmail warrior. I want to do the evil version today. I had seen several days ago a nasty eye-drawing slot machine that'd been placed near my Gallery in Bodega and looked at the owner's and land owner's profiles. Different people or who knows, as the new player might be an alt. I gnashed my teeth, but today I saw in the forums that a new player has been littering the world with slot machines, so I IMed the owner of the property. She had no idea the slot machine was there and is using the ground merely to aggregate more prims in Bolinas - so she's not going to build. This is very nice.

I'm doing a large laundry. There's always been a bag near the dryer for lint, but I've never used it as I stick lint in my pocket and carry it away. The traditions and beliefs of humans are time-based, apparently, as people move in and out and never touch the bag (to which they've been adding lint) as they think it's a bag that is used by both floors, and not their responsibility. This has become a hobby now. Hobbies: Watching the lint bag. I wonder if there's old, old lint in there from the last millenium. If carbon under pressure becomes a diamond, what would happen if lint built up for years until it compressed under its own weight? Lint + pressure = what? chipboard? I'm bypassing felt since it's not compressed enough. Fluff + pressure = lint. Lint + pressure = papermoney? I was going to say paper but there's a frisson to "papermoney" that mere "paper" lacks.