Saturday, January 20, 2007
(Sorry, Otis; I never could whistle that high G...)
I said I'd go to the beach, and by golly, I did.
Opal Island has many delights to offer the visitor... but I was a bit saddened when I arrived and was immediately faced with a notecard explaining the rules and stating in no uncertain terms that violating them, or trying to skate around them, will earn one immediate and permanent eviction from the island. Sad that there should be such people as to make that notecard necessary.
I wandered the beach, went up to Mount Pele, and over to the shopping area... and I was lonely. I guess I'd gone there at the wrong time, for not another person was there to be seen... except for some jerk who walked up and uttered the deathless line "u see my [portion of male anatomy]". I replied "I'd rather not, thanks" and ignored him until he went away... and then, as usual, a snappy comeback sprang to mind too late for use. Just as well. (It did inspire me to search a little, though, and I can report that two places in SL do sell microscopes.)
I went on to the meditation sphere, a lovely place, but my heart wasn't in it. I missed Mordecai. Exploring alone isn't quite as much fun any more. Perhaps there's some contrary of Callahan's Law. Don't let my downer keep you from visitng, though; it is worth it.