another life

I spent last night in the metaverse. I read about the on-line world in Fortune magazine and decided to see if Wolfen should open a jewelry shop there. I mean the Swedes have an embassy and IBM holds corporate meetings on their private islands there. No kidding. But when I showed up (my name there is claudia Ling, styled like that, alas, in case you want to find me), I couldn't seem to get anywhere but to hall o' porn. I was rescued by a kid named Roy, who held my hand and walked me out of there, and now he will be my friend for life. Second Life, anyway. But I still can't figure out how to maneuver, and I never did find the mall! It's nice that you can fly there, though. And then I fell asleep (at 3 am) and dreamt that I was playing the game for the rest of the night, still looking for Roy, and I invented a dedicated mouse with a lot of buttons on it for playing the game with instead of the stupid arrow keys. If Linden Lab wants to get in touch with me, I will be happy to draw a picture of it.