Hanging the Exhibit in Grignano...

...last night was like trying to study for a test in the middle of a circus. First, someone unseen kept saying cryptic things, but I ignored it. Then a nice newbie came, and was confused but smart, so I talked to him for a while then sent him to The Shelter. I saw something in the floor so I walked round to Enjah's Low Prim Solutions and found a Frenchman flailing his arms and legs, trapped in the ceiling. I offered him a teleport, and he was set straight, however it soon became evident that we weren't communicating as he kept saying, "???"

I got on the blower and tried to track down some people from le Squatt but no one was on/answered. Meanwhile he wandered away. I thought, maybe he's fine - not sure - don't look for trouble - Then we met again and I talked to him for a few moments before he said he was going to go. I was relieved as I felt I was doing nothing constructive for him. I went back to work.

New person one IMs me: "Yes, I found the Shelter, but it just made me more confused. Can you help me get back to where you are?" I ported him and he said, "I only feel comfortable here right now." I worked and talked to him. Then I saw the Frenchman on my radar. He seemed in distress so I called Live Help. After a few minutes the Frenchman logged off in frustration. Then he logged back in and I went up to the roof with the newb and - with an inspired idea - set out Robbie D's steel drums. We all jumped on the drums and made music; Harry brought a francophone - Germaine L - over, and she was able to communicate.



I read their chat and, unsurprisingly in a WAY it came to light that he was not a Frenchman, he was a French BOY of 8 ans on holiday at the seaside. Newbie and I continued working in the gallery where I taught him the rudiments of building, and explained a few other things. I made the beginning of an exhibitor catalog that started out looking like a big tongue, but was to be the water pouring from a vessel, except by that time it was past 1am. I went home for a moment, and nice new person ported to my shop and bought an outfit - fast learner. I think once people get the basics they quickly move forward. I logged off.

Then logged on as I realised I'd been trying so hard not to interrupt Germaine that I hadn't thanked her.

Then I logged off. Plus other things happened at the same time but, by God, that's enough for one lousy blogpost.

Thank you, Harry -- Thank you, Germaine