WHAT IS THIS CRAP?

refusing to suffer fools since… since… when exactly did you get here?

Snowdrifts

It's strangely empty over there in NW Edloe...

nw edloe

I mentioned that it had recently opened up, and folks were surprised... hrm... I'd posted, tweeted, plurked, blogged...

Nobody reads those things?

*whew* Good.

Web 2.0 is over, time for Web 3.0.

(Looks for sombrero.)


It's a running joke that my 100 word stories things on Wednesdays are a perfect time to organize and sort inventory.

So all these people:

inventory sorting night

have the most-organized inventories on the grid.

(Well, except for me. I sort mine over the weekends, clearing out the SORT ME NOW!!! folders into the right folders and killing duplicates of copiable items.)


Saw a note where someone said Daniel Voyager was some kind of reporter or something.

Um... he's a good guy, positive and trustworthy, but more of a regurgitator and a recycler of information than someone who actually goes out and gets information and writes up reviews and such.

Not that doesn't serve a purpose, mind you, but still... I'm always sensitive to mislabeling and hype and other delusional misapplication of the language.

Oh well. It's not like our little virtual playpen lends itself to accuracy and level-headed thinkers, right?

pondering nude

(Where's my sombrero?)


Someone posted in my mySL feed asking how I put a snapshot into my feed.

Um... er...

Do I look like Technical Support?
Is my name Support Linden?
When you hit F1, does it say "Ask another customer how to do this" ?

Yeah, some shit bugs me, eh.

There's something seriously wrong with things when folks can't or won't look up answers on their own for the simple stuff.


It's Topic Thursday.

What should I write a 100 word story about?

I've got 17 more to go before I've blocked out all of the daily 2012 stories.

Yep. I'll be a year ahead of the game.

(Maybe I'll go back and edit a few of them so they don't suck as bad.)


Bruwyn was under his mommy's arm when I woke up.

Usually is.

He's a good, loyal cat.

Nardo was along my side, and he gave his usual sheep-bleat meow when I pet him.

Get up.
Get ready.
Get going.


I've been pondering a redesign of all the IFOC sites, combining RL, SL, and the stories.

Nah.


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I am me. This causes some people significant discomfort and concern. To a rare few, it's an intolerable outrage. Good.

Comments

One Response to “Snowdrifts”

  1. Jen says:

    You can see just the very edge of my trailing ethereal garment as I flew around the ceiling orrery like a purple and white moth ^.^