Second Life
Those rascals won't stop brawling. Well, alts will be alts.

Anchor looks like he's winning, here, but wily Ozymandias pulled through in the end

Yesterday I spend hours and hours cleaning off my hard drive and making DVD backups. And hours setting up a market booth that may or may not work out. I have all kinds of places all over SL, it seems.

Today I spent hours cleaning my inventory looking for the photos from the first contest and waiting for Enjah to come on, as she needed them for the "Best of" exhibit she's having at the Mysterio Gallery. Hung out with Hippip for a bit, and also met some fellows who asked me if I had the first thing I made in SL. We all rezzed the first things we ever made - mine is a leopard-print torus "beanbag chair." I didn't make it and think it was good, I just made it to sit on at the building class I attended a year ago, taught by Higbee P. in a long, red Vashy-like coat. He was great. It was an hour I think. Higbee had a mwahaha sound effect and I can remember saying, "Cue evil laughter," and Higbee making his mwahaha. I kept thinking if I closed a notecard without hitting "keep" that it was deleted - so I kept taking the class notes over and over and over. After class I flew to a convenient mountaintop and made an enormous ice cream cone which I afixed to my head. I flew back and said, "You've taught me well!" and H. doing that ho-ho-ho thing