Left here. Neighbor was parked in the drive. Said I couldn't get by (very pleasantly), then exuding spite and hatred he silently moved his SUV the bare minimum to allow me to pass. I can't imagine why he's so grim. I have only spoken to him once and he was cheerful. There's a hardly-ever-used part of the drive that goes the other way, but it's humpy and Sha is low (plus soft tire). AND you wind up facing the wrong direction. Went to jin shin. Saw Ash as I was getting out of my car. Going to meet the Monsters I think she said. Left, went and vacuumed my car which is difficult but oh well. Ran the car through the carwash so poor Sha looks better now. Went to tire place so they might fix my tire - they've been wanting to do it. I had a slow leak. It was a nail. They say I'll need tires in about 5k miles (now 108,400).

Thinking about Second Life and how howlingly funny it is to hear someone get somewhat exercised over the demands the elves are making. Yes, they are thinking about moving and have made outrageous demands (100 houses and a castle in the sky!). I love that about Second Life.

Been MSMessengering with Enjah while we're both working in Photoshop on clothes. I got her interested in building for the maze contest. She's doing it - w00t! I'd've liked to, actually, but I have no time right now.

Went to Goguen sandbox as I was flabbergasted to see it had 28 people in it - an unheard of number. About half were dancing on someone's stage (just built or temporarily rezzed in sandboxes to avoid land fees I know not). I think I talked to the maker one day when I was cleaning out 2 inches of my inventory in Goguen. My inventory is about 9 miles long. As well as everything else that comes my way, like sporks, new DarkLife things, gifts, prizes, snapshots, etc., I literally make hundreds of textures a month. I can't very well help it. And the bulk are clothing textures that go to makes hundreds of articles of clothing. And the inventory is set up so you can only select one item at a time, and all un-named objects are called "object."