Cranky Bubbles and Second Life

We've got alot of ground to cover this mornin' ya'll, so top off that cup of coffee and get comfy.

I broke two of my own steadfast blogging rules yesterday. I left a sponsored post at the top of the page and promised a post later in the day that I didn't write. I've been having one of those spells where I get home from work and just zone out and doze off. I hate when I get like this, I can't accomplish anything. I usually wake up around bedtime, one side of my face all mushed in with the design of the couch upholstery etched into my cheeks and a bit of drool plastering my hair down.

Oooooooooo sexay sexay!

*snort*

Bossman returned to the office this morning and was pleased to find I'd booked nearly 150K in his absence. Go me. He couldn't just take that and be happy... no he had to look at Bubbles and say, "So what did you do?"

That went over like a dead pigeon.

Bubbles has already been cranky. She didn't like that Lulu went out and bought a new vehicle, stealing her thunder, or that after spending half a day with the telephone man yesterday, her little headset idea didn't work and she's still harboring resentful feelings over my computer.

Just another day in paradise!

Yesterday Meritt asked about my Second Life business. The short answer, which may give you the wrong impression, is that I have two parcels of land, each of which have a private room stocked with the items required for your cute little avatars to get their groove on.. you know.. chicka chicka boom boom.

No wait.. let me explain...

I've been on Second Life since October of last year. For those of you who aren't familiar, SL is a virtual world (or game) where there is no "point" or "goal." It is simply a place to create and live another life. People run businesses, make friends, attend classes, just chat and hang out, go dancing... whatever floats your virtual boat. Oh yeah and there is LOTS of shopping. The currency in SL is the $L or linden dollar which can be exchanged for US dollars at a rate of about $L 270 = $1. There are stories of people who have quit their first life jobs because they're making more in their second life, mostly virtual real estate dealers, but I think that's pretty rare. I'm not making a killing, but I haven't had to pay for my monthly membership fee or my land use fees out of my own pocket since I first upgraded my account. My business makes my second life self supporting.

Having said all that, it's only fair to mention that along with all of the virtual art galleries, the poetry readings and the platonic friendships in SL, there is also a lot of sex. There are strip clubs, escort services and assorted public nookie parks. As in first life, you make choices about where you want to be and the type of people you want to associate yourself with. As I've gotten to know more about the whole virtual life experience, I realized there was a shortage of places for couples to be alone together, so I created two parks with benches, trees, ponds, areas for slow dancing and piped in sappy love songs. Both parks include paid access to a private room above the clouds where couples can be alone. Some say I'm a virtual nookie peddler. I like to think I'm selling discretion.

Anywho, that's what I do in my Second Life. Just call me madam.

I'd better get to work.. Bossman is lurking in the hallway. The party's over.