Written 27 October, 2010
The Bob Saga
XXX: Bob Behind Every Bush
So here I am in late October in the very north of Sweden.
Lapland. Land of the midnight sun, The frozen north. Or is Lapland in Finland? Yes, I think it is.
I am imagining Bob behind every bush.
I think I see him through the fog.
I'm sure that if I glance up I'll see him silhouetted against the sky.
But there's no Bob, only snow and ice and fog and tundra.
Oooh! What's this?
It's the clue! The infamous clue! The clue, which Sweetie, who is forbidden by the Linden Lab Terms of Service from visiting any virtual Scandinavian Country, could not find herself. It's the clue she sent me here to find, and now my hands are so frozen I can barely hold onto it.
If I can get my frozen fingers to hit CTRL-H, I'm away to Whimsy.
The Bob Saga
XXX: Bob Behind Every Bush
So here I am in late October in the very north of Sweden.
Lapland. Land of the midnight sun, The frozen north. Or is Lapland in Finland? Yes, I think it is.
I am imagining Bob behind every bush.
I think I see him through the fog.
I'm sure that if I glance up I'll see him silhouetted against the sky.
But there's no Bob, only snow and ice and fog and tundra.
Oooh! What's this?
It's the clue! The infamous clue! The clue, which Sweetie, who is forbidden by the Linden Lab Terms of Service from visiting any virtual Scandinavian Country, could not find herself. It's the clue she sent me here to find, and now my hands are so frozen I can barely hold onto it.
If I can get my frozen fingers to hit CTRL-H, I'm away to Whimsy.
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