my heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb
I was going to point out how this article indicates the decay of modern social interaction, but I am linking it on Live Journal. That makes me a loser. I had never heard of Dodgeball or SecondLife, and both have managed to creep me out more than Myspace, which I didn't think was possible after discovering I am on the MySpace profile of a gentleman I met only once...
The virtual people in SecondLife talk to each other in intimate gatherings. They spend the day gossiping, shopping, fighting, giving each other tattoos, kissing, marrying, even engaging in prostitution and filing complaints of sexual abuse. I recently enlarged the breasts of my avatar, and men immediately started grabbing me. I could have filed abuse complaints about this if I'd wanted to, but I didn't. For a while I had a virtual boyfriend, Darren, but he hasn't contacted me recently.
I finally received a response to one of my applications today (only took one month). They gave me homework. I must complete it by Monday. It's not the job I've been looking for, but at least it's in the field. I haven't been the best at adhering to a budget. I was supposed to have my Restaurant Week prix fixe lunch with water, but instead split a bottle of wine with Erryca. Proceeded, a bit drunkenly, through Union Square to SoHo. Became weak; bought books. Erryca and Colleen deserve a round of applause for the amount of walking they've been doing. They were also generously shopping for gifts to bring home, which is something I wish I did more of. Sorry, I guess I only think of myself. Speaking of which, my birthday is in a month. Also, I might be down in Louisiana in a few weeks. Me. Me. Me.
I'm always a bit confused to see myself on the internets. Like here . I look quite confused in that picture, actually*. Ted looks happy. Sarah Vowell is...yawning? I don't know. That was a very busy night. August 23 looks to be even busier .
This weekend will require a lot of sunscreen. Good.
*I think this look is in response to hearing that the band specifically requested hummus in their rider. Yeah, I like hummus, too.
The virtual people in SecondLife talk to each other in intimate gatherings. They spend the day gossiping, shopping, fighting, giving each other tattoos, kissing, marrying, even engaging in prostitution and filing complaints of sexual abuse. I recently enlarged the breasts of my avatar, and men immediately started grabbing me. I could have filed abuse complaints about this if I'd wanted to, but I didn't. For a while I had a virtual boyfriend, Darren, but he hasn't contacted me recently.
I finally received a response to one of my applications today (only took one month). They gave me homework. I must complete it by Monday. It's not the job I've been looking for, but at least it's in the field. I haven't been the best at adhering to a budget. I was supposed to have my Restaurant Week prix fixe lunch with water, but instead split a bottle of wine with Erryca. Proceeded, a bit drunkenly, through Union Square to SoHo. Became weak; bought books. Erryca and Colleen deserve a round of applause for the amount of walking they've been doing. They were also generously shopping for gifts to bring home, which is something I wish I did more of. Sorry, I guess I only think of myself. Speaking of which, my birthday is in a month. Also, I might be down in Louisiana in a few weeks. Me. Me. Me.
I'm always a bit confused to see myself on the internets. Like here . I look quite confused in that picture, actually*. Ted looks happy. Sarah Vowell is...yawning? I don't know. That was a very busy night. August 23 looks to be even busier .
This weekend will require a lot of sunscreen. Good.
*I think this look is in response to hearing that the band specifically requested hummus in their rider. Yeah, I like hummus, too.