Hmmm... well... what have I been doing?

Second Life
I spent some time last night working on a tent for a customer. She wanted to see my unfinished build, and she said it was wonderful - but actually today gave me more explicit needs, such as closed, wider, etc. - I had to start redoing the whole thing, which is all right in a way as the original finished tent is beautiful and I will just sell it. Worked on it for a long time in Newcomb, but was having some funny linking problems.

Spent some time in the guise of Enjah's mystery novel murderer, the foul Clive. She took pictures of Clive looking down at the bloodspattered Gemma, having just pushed her from the top of a castle. The detective, Huntley arrived to interview, the chase Clive, who fell off the parapet and broke his neck. I thought of good name for the detective - Dexter - since he is opposed to the sinister.
Clive laughing: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACHOO
We have scheduled an appearance at Grignano Books of the novelist Emma Metropolita, who will give a short reading and sign books. Short by necessity - the whole book Tunnel of Love is only a few paragraphs (although it is pithy and is not understocked with ripped bodices).

Yesterday I had an event to publicise the photo contest (basically means helping many people learn how to enter the contest and typing the same things 35 times) and Sprite hung out and kept me company. I knew Sprite in There, were we would hang out talking and boys would try to pick us up. I'd say, "I'm 50," and S would say, "Look in my profile,' and the boys would run away. S has never made any secret of the fact that she's a man.

A friend sent me this picture of grandma after she stumbled into a secret sex cave.



First Life
Had jin shin. Went to the Bank of Safeway prior to my appointment. Said to Frank, "This is the last week in this building," and he said, "No, there are two weeks -- NO, YOU'RE RIGHT." I am sorry to be leaving the Security Building as it's a very nice old building (it sustained a bit of damage in the Nisqually earthquake, and it was strange and interesting climbing the stairs and seeing the cracked walls afterward).
Frank's moving to an office I first thought was in a building that I didn't want to be in (as someone commited suicide in it), but he isn't, he's next door.