I can hardly wait for the new movie called Ikea staring Judi Dench. Franz was even talking about it. I like her a lot and I hope she reads this and hope she doesn't think some of her fans have a few screws loose despite being a bit eccentric.
Well on to a story. Once in an American school there was a boy who came from Germany. His mother made him sardine sandwiches with butter on pumpernickel bread neatly wrapped in aluminum foil. The other kids thought it was interesting but they did not think it was necessarily a bad thing and they did not make fun of him or anything like that - they just thought it was interesting. They had a lot of trashy food that their mothers bought because it was advertised on TV. And because it was on TV it must have been what the kids wanted because all reality is TV after all.
All the kids had lunch boxes and when you opened them up they smelled like sour milk and metal. They had been impregnated by the foul oder of rotting food as it traveled from kitchen to school lunch room and back again.
But now to the point of the story. But before we get to the point let me tell you an idea I had. I was going to make lunch boxes to sell on second life. They would be blank and you just put a picture of what ever you wanted on them. They would have little handles and all that stuff.
But now back to the point of the story. All of the kids had chosen lunch boxes to represent who they thought they were. Some kids liked real stuff like westerns and real people TV shows. Some liked cartoons. But the most important feature of any lunch box is to have the picture go all the way around. That means when you look at the side of the box the picture would be of something and the same picture would wrap around until it came to where you started, but there was NO end - the picture was just a continuous picture. You could go around and around and around forever. But that is not the point to this story.
The real point is that the lunch boxes were avatars.
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