The Bob Saga
XXVI: The Bobnappers Apologize
Friday, October 22, 2010
The Bob Saga: XXVI: The Bobnappers Apologize
The Bob Saga
XXVI: The Bobnappers Apologize
The Bob Saga: XXV: Ransom Drop Redux
The Bob Saga
XXV: Ransom Drop Redux
I've never been to one of these Burning Life thingies. It looks scary out there. I'm not at all sure I should be walking around out there with a million Lindens on me.
Okay so far. Maybe I can adjust Windlight to make it look less spooky. Here goes...
Oh, yes, much better! Now it's merely bizarre. Not scary at all.
"Yoo hoo, Mr. Bobnapper! Ms. Bobnapper! I have your money right here!"
Surely I've not been stood up again!
"Excuse me, blurry avatars. Are you the Bobnappers?"
Guess not.
"You and Bob could be related. Have you seen a 30-foot, 40-ton, deified Paleolithic granite drinking bird around? Or his kidnappers? No, I've not been drinking. Well, I HAVE, but not that much."
"How about you? Have you seen any Bobnappers about?"
This place is so huge! I'll NEVER find the bobnappers here. I'm calling it. Okay, all you Lindens stand down. Take off your invisiprims. Operation Bobdrop is aborted. Repeat, Bobdrop is aborted.
What, you thought I would take a million Lindens onto land full of pyromaniacs without protection?
Sweetie, you were right-- it was a waste of time coming here.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
The Bob Saga: XXIV: In Which Cheyenne Contemplates Mini-Bob; Sweetie IMs
Written 21 October, 2010
The Bob Saga
XXIV: In Which Cheyenne Contemplates Mini-Bob; Sweetie IMs
I was standing the the temple to Bob on Whimsy, contemplating mini-Bob, when my IM bell rang.
Sweetie: It's ligonberry!
Chey: I know. I tasted it.
Sweetie: Hey, that's my job!
Chey: I was just corroborating your work.
Sweetie: Well, just watch it!
Chey: Sooo, ligonberry....
Sweetie: Yes. You know what that means, don't you?
Chey: A trip to Ikea? I've been wanting to pick up a replacement HOVSKÄR faucet.
Sweetie: Good guess, but no. Go pack your virtual suitcase, and be sure to bring a winter coat.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Bob Saga: XXIII: Another Ransom Demand
Written 20, October, 2010
The Bob Saga
XXIII: Another Ransom Demand
Another postcard arrived today.
A few hours later, this writing appeared on the back-- in ligonberry.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Halloweenified
Written 19 October, 2010
Halloweenified
With a tight schedule, small screen, and slow frame rate on wireless, I wasn't able to do much decoration for Halloween, but Whimsy is now officially spookified.
The Bob Saga: XXII: Ghost Bob
The Bob Saga
XXII: Ghost Bob
This spirit of Bob the giant drinking bird is haunting Whimsy!
I woke in the middle of the night and went down to the spot where Bob once stood to lay down some prim roses-- and there was his ghostly image!
Oh, Bob, how we miss you!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Early Morning Reflections From Cape Cod
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| I'm at the Very Very End of Cape Cod |
Written 18 October, 2010
Early Morning Reflections From Cape Cod
I'm writing this at four in the morning, having been waken by wind-driven branches scraping against the side of the house.
Had I realized it was branches, I would have rolled over and gone back to sleep. But it sounded like a critter in the ductwork, which was creepy enough to keep me awake. Finally I rose, found the source of the noise, made a sandwich, and logged onto the wireless network with my laptop.
I'm in Provincetown, Massachusetts, on the very end of Cape Cod. Tomorrow I give an invited presentation at a conference.
I wouldn't be here if not for the kindness of a friend, who offered me a place to stay. I have a fabulous suite in a fabulous house on Bradford Street. Tomorrow I give my talk, and then I'm free to wander the streets and see the sights.
My original plan was to leave Wednesday morning, heading for the home of the real-life Sweetie. But lodging opportunities have opened up, and it seems I'll be here all week. The weather is superb.
I'm happy to be here, but the past two days have been different for both me and Sweetie. For the past four years we've been together every single day, for hours, sometimes in Second Life, sometimes in Skype, and on the phone (Skype is so much clearer than our cell phones that we prefer it). All weekend I was in transit and then visiting friends in Rhode Island on Saturday, and in transit again on Sunday, driving up the Cape with an old friend. Conference activities (registration, welcome reception, and having a slice of pizza at Spiritus with friends I hadn't seen since last year took up the rest of the day).
Over the past two days I spoke with Sweetie a dozen times or more via cell phone ("Hey, babe, I'm in the waiting area and my plane's about to board. Just wanted you to know I made it to the airport in time." "Hi, hon, the plane just touched down in Philly. Looks like I'll have plenty of time to make the connecting flight." "Hello, sugar, I had a quiet moment and just wanted to hear your voice.") It was nice to talk, but different from our usual-- and the next seven days will no doubt bring more of the same.
I'm able to get in world on the wireless network where I'm staying, and my laptop runs Second Life admirably, so Bob the Giant Paleolithic Drinking Bird's adventures will continue. But two days on the road made me realize just how important Second Life is to both myself and Sweetie as a channel of communication during the times when we're apart.
Anyway, just being silly and sentimental at five in the morning. The laptop is about to go dead, so this post is going onto Blogger unproofread-- and I'm off to bed.
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