Second Life
Sometimes when I make a typo I like it better than what I was originally saying. When I was saying something about light speed it came out "light seed," which I seized upon immediately as a great science fiction title. The other day I was describing someone and was trying to say "smart," which came out as "smark." What a great non-word! On the weekend, when I was was in Athena making dinosaurs and talking to Olmy, I told him about smark, and he replied, "Smart is already a word." Oh my god! I typo-ed my TYPO! It's like a gene mutating, then mutating back to what it had been originally!

First Life
Well, I am certainly a total numbskull. Yesterday I got home, ate something, got on the computer and was writing something when there was a knock at the door. Staggered over, opened it, hid behind the door as I had no trousers on (well, I wouldn't answer it but the knocker can see into the room through the distorting side windows of the doorway). It was an unknown woman who said she was the Nextdoor Neighbor, and that she was having friends over who would be parking on the flat area (arm wave in direction) and would that be all right with me. I said, "Sure!" and told her that I was hiding behind the door as I had no "pants" on, and that I didn't mind anything as long as it didn't block the driveway.

I think I was overtired - because I realised later when my energy came up a bit that what she was saying was that she was telling people to park in the driveway, blocking off the driveway so that no one in my house could get in or out, receive visitors, or have deliveries. There's a horrid stub of extremely rough, unused and unusable (for a car) TRACK that goes from the driveway to the street (and getting out of it is dangerous as one would be facing right and would need to go left) - for some UNKNOWN REASON having to do with being... um... what... territorial? ... the neighbors think I am not trapped in or out of my house if they block the driveway as I can go down that stub. I was forced to go home by that route once as they had blocked the driveway and I'd been at work all day and wanted to go home. I never want to do it again - unless I happen to win a backhoe to drive around in. I broke my rule of never writing anything to people and wrote a little note telling her I had completely misunderstood her, and yes, I minded. How could I not mind the driveway being blocked off?

I'm a numbskull, I admit it.