**drumming fingers on desk**
So I get a whole half hour for lunch in the summer. WooHoo! Par-tay! I would like to spend my half-hour sneaking onto SL and see if I can whip up a new necklace. And... screeching HALT! Frickin' maintenance! Okay so I know that it is a good thing that they make sure all the electrical doo-hickies are connected and so-on. What-ev-er! Just plug that damnthing back in! I only have a half hour!
I have 6 minutes left in my lunch. It's still down. Have the Lindens actually looked at what countries and times zones would impact us the least? Just curious.
So, surf competition Saturday. To be completely honest, I am thinking about pulling out. I do not know these waves. They are my waves for god's sake. I am on them almost everyday. And I can't get a decent ride out of them. They are full of quirks, and all I get is mad when I try to surf them. And I really, I mean REALLY, do not want to embarrass myself by looking like an idiot on them. For goodness sakes, its my beach (sort of). How bad would it look if a Hedon, excuse me, Kahuna beach staff person and Hedonism Surf team member does not surf in the competition? Pretty bad, huh? *sigh* I'll compete. With my fingers crossed. And my toes crossed. Praying to Malcolm's lag god. Is there a scripting god? That is who I need to pray to -
Dear scripting god,
please let me not get stuck in the middle of the wave looking at my own ass,
please let me stay on my feet and not be paddling like mad in the pipe,
please do not throw me into the sim's edge to trapped like its quicksand,
please do not throw my 10 feet up the beach so that I have to edit myself back into the water, and
please let me see where I am going.
Please do not let me make an ass of myself.
Amen.
It is 3 minutes, no 4 minutes past the time they are supposed to be done. And my lunch is officially over.
*sigh*
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