place to go to find them. You should go there if you want a house with a medieval flair, the prices are quite reasonable.
I took a picture of one of the houses that was rezzed by the rezzing machine. Here we are looking at it.
Last night I was feeling sort of lost in RL and SL so I just wondered around sending IMs to people who I had not spoken to for a long time. I guess we all feel lost in the universe from time to time. We humans are interesting animals. We are hard wired to be social with each other since the humans who did not form communities were eaten by saber-toothed tigers many years ago.
I told my friend Franz that I will put a link to his store on my blog that zillions of people read. (LOL) This next part may seem to have nothing to do with this post but it does. I really hate when people throw chewed up chewing gum on the street or parking lot. When you step in it it sticks to your shoe and you say &*%#@! chewing gum! - what sort of stupid jerk threw it out like this!!! Sometimes in life stuff is just like that chewing gum, it sticks to your mind. Chewing gum on the shoe is not a good thing but the metaphor is. Sometimes things stick to us. But not in a bad way like chewing gum, but just in a way. I often wonder as we go through life if there is a cosmic chewing gum on the shoe system that we meet people in our lives.
Well anyway I should have thought this crazy post through more before I typed it in. But the nice things about posts that are not thought out is that you can see the person who typed it in better. Thank you for reading.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
I jointed a group my friend Gordon suggested called "Miscreants' Academy." I is fun to play different things. Our brains make us play different things, sort of like dreams I guess. I feel sorry for people who don't know what the concept of play is. They are people who are very unhappy are not so much fun on the sensual and biological interaction side. Since this is a "G" rated blog I will let the readers interpret further on that statement.
Anyway I digress. The whole point of this post is about bananas. I actually had a real banana tree in my back yard once. The bananas were the little ones that they don't sell in stores. There are many philosophies about selecting bananas in the store. If you go to the store you see bananas in "hands" - that's what I call the groups of six or seven that are still connected. (that may even be a real term - it sort of sounds like a real term) There are some people that just snap off one or two from the hand. They unconsciously plop them in their shopping cart and move on.
Now this part is going to sound goofy - but I guess this must add something to the total picture of who I am. I can never pull some bananas off from their little banana group. That is because I feel very sorry for the bananas - that they are torn away from their friends. I know that is crazy because I take them home and eat them, but it is hard to break them up. I have been thinking about this wacko theory for a few days now, and I think it is due to my feeling that humans have friends and that friends are some cosmic connection of some sort.
Well thank you for taking the time to read this post.
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