It seems unavoidable but every once in a while we are kindly requested to appear to pay tribute to warmed up old shit. AM Radio created once a wheat field and elderly cat ladies protect it as if it’s one of the forgotten wonders of the virtual world.
To avoid the boring snap shooting avatar parking, which has only the goal to put the pics on facebook so all cat ladies can tag each other, I offered to upgrade the event with some interferences that would have made Cristo proud. But even my friend Ziki Questi turned out to be a narrow-minded addict of virtual dust sniffing.
Ziki Questi: Hello my dear
SaveMe Oh: Lovely hat
Ziki Questi: Thank you🙂 bought it a year or two ago and have never worn it
SaveMe Oh: I thought I inspired you with the Quan Bowler.
Ziki Questi: So I am predictably receiving some comments about your signs and other activity over there on the west edge of the space🙂
SaveMe Oh: And I predictably expect you ignore them with a decent smile.
Ziki Questi: And if I ask you to remove your attachments i’m sure you’ll refuse, and then i’ll have to boot you out for the next two hours? As you know, i do quite generally like and enjoy your work.
SaveMe Oh: Then its wise not to ask me anything and just enjoy it.
Ziki Questi: it is overshadowing the space, you know so your choice, i’ll either have push you out or you can enjoy the surroundings🙂
Ziki Questi smiles and shakes her head … you are really something. sorry … i do have to balance the event.
And she kicked me out!