Wrath with Friends

Tuesday started out with me doing a favour for someone - I thought I'd help someone out who seemed to be in dire need of assistance from friends. And strangers. Or just anyone in general.

Yes, I am talking about voting for Vint's egg.

I thought I'd be cool and just use the directions from her webpage to navigate to the voting board, but I think I got lost on the very first step. I couldn't immediately find the teleport pad and panicked, thinking maybe I wasn't on the correct starting level - this was turning out to be a real egg hunt indeed!

For whatever reason, I decide to see if Vint is online. Oh, and she was! I always get excited when people I don't actually know are online at the same time as me. So IM Vint to get a few clarifications on where I might happen to be, before I get completely lost. Her response? Classic Vint, of course:

Vint Falken: that's why people have friends
Vint Falken: so that they can tp them ;)

Uh, hey, I just wanted to vote for your egg, not receive a lecture on the SL friends list etiquette! hehe

Without the need for her to TP me, I did manage to find my way to the general location of her egg and the voting board. And before I realized where Vint might actually be hanging out in SL since we had only been speaking through IM - I soon found out where she was. Because right before me, in all her loveliness, enjoying a nice cup of coffee, was Ms Falken herself.

Do I dare approach her, or will I receive a lap full of hot coffee?

Why did I suddenly feel like a stalker? It's bad enough I read her blog eight times a day, but now I'm in her personal space?? Plus the fact I am aware she has been spending time with Zoe and I know there is a good possibility I will be faced down by yet another girl with gun. No guns were drawn, and in fact, she offered me coffee or other beverages of my choice, before informing me that for all my hard efforts to find this place, the voting board is broke, I won't be able to enter my highly sought after vote. At this point, I am not sure which of us is more bummed about that fact.

Anyway, I decided to take the opportunity to pose next to Vint's most excellent egg. I asked if she would join me in a photo and of course, she pulls out a pose ball for me. Only it was decidedly feminine in nature and I wasn't going to stand for that! So, she posed herself and I stood there with a dumb look on my face, as usual. But hey, I was less than (4m) from thee one and only Vint Falken, what did you expect? *g*


After the impromptu photo session, we were standing face to face preparing to say our goodbyes, at least I thought, when suddenly I hear:

Vint Falken: whatever you do
Vint Falken: do not move
Vint Falken: (and quit typing) :d

Ummm, what the ?? Usually, when someone says something to that effect, there is either a poisonous snake nearby, or a large hairy and usually unseen monster is about to sneak up from behind and take your head off. I, however, was not allowed to inquire as to which imminent threat of danger I was facing at the moment, as I was now forbidden to pose that in the form of a typed question. So, I stood there. And waited. Patiently waiting. Nervously waiting? Hey, you would've too, had you been looking into those steely reflective eyes of hers! She meant business, apparently, and I was not going to risk getting reprimanded. At least not in public.


Finally, she says: Okay. I have mine. :d Ah, she was getting another photo of us. I sort of suspected that from a devoted photographer such as herself. Although when she sends me a copy, it's so not what I expected from an experienced person behind the camera lens - she has managed to cut off both our heads and our feet in the photo! But then again, she reminds me that the title of the shot is called: Vint Meets with Wrath: Point of Focus

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Anyway, since we all hear the strangest things in SL, here's a tidbit of conversations I ran across during my adventures yesterday (please note, all first names have been changed to *):

* Bade: DON'T FORGET OUR CONTEST, BEST IN PVC, THE WINNING GUY AND THE WINNING GIRL EACH WIN 200 L
* Bade: SO GUYS, THROW SOMETHING ON AND ENTER
* You: that's what she said

* Kronos: i took some chemistry in college ;)
* Bade: I DID TOO, BUT WE CALLED IT DOING DRUGS BACK THEN

* Rhode: what a silence
* Rhode: what is going on...
* Desmoulins: I'm staring at all the shiny asses

Super-Sploder: Wrath Paine has joined the sploder. Pot is now L$220
You: Yeah, I can already tell right now I won't be able to afford any pot much longer if the prices keep increasing at that rate

Super-Sploder: Wrath Paine has won L$6
You: Not helping. :-(


* Summers: /so if you lost a skirt from your inventory, where would you go looking for it?
* You: i can tell you what i do know, and that's if i lost my inventory, i wouldn't go looking for it in a skirt


* Takakura: headcount?
* Cattaneo: 35 sim/31 here
* Izutsu: how many can this sim hold?
* Dusk: this sim can hold forty-people
* Dusk: but one person has to sit in the middle

* You: wow, trying to click and read a profile in here tonight is like fishing, never know who you're gonna get.
* Dusk: no worries, Wrath... they're all dudes in RL... you can stop clicking Profiles now
* Dahlstrom: I'm not!
* Night: im not a male
* Dusk: oh, Dahlstrom is wayyyyy dude
* Dahlstrom: Dahlstrom is NOT
* You: Wait, is Dahlstrom not not a dude? Or just not?
* Night: lol
* Takakura: not not not a dude
* Staheli: I am a dude that is a dude, is that strange?
* Kidd: I'm not a guy...
* Dahlstrom: so NOT a DUDE dude
* You: One more drink and I'll understand that.
* Izutsu: ok three negs make a positive so she is a dude
* Hapmouche: i really hate the word dude