So, America is broker than broke. Most American's are up to their Versace sunglasses in debt. There is apparently no liquidity to be found anywhere in the markets. (Does that include the Off and On Liquor Market down the street? They've been getting some business this past two weeks.)What is a good little consumer to do?
Shop away your troubles!
How about hitting a mall, getting some new clothes, new hair, a tan, bleached teeth, new contacts, then hitting a dance club, down a few brewskis, build another chair, design a shirt, then hit a coffee shop and chat up some neo-luddite philosophy with some folks dressed as merpeople before working on your nose job, all FREE-- then click off your computer, and go to bed feeling like you partied like you were 21 again-- only there was something missing. Like, an honest heartbeat.
That's SecondLife.com. It's fun! It feels real enough! and instead of buyer's remorse, I get the "I'll never get that 8-hours of my life back" feeling. Of course, to solve THAT wasted feeling, just log back on to Second Life, and surf a big virtual wave on Weather Island. Heck, there's even a knit club there-- which leads me to:
To all my knitter friends out there, I look very much forward to seeing y'all every week, and making something tangible.
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I taught myself to knit. Oh yes I did. Now I do it all over the place in public. Which leads to that whole zoo situation that you blogged about. And also very annoying situations where people can't control their children from coming up to my yarn and trying to unravel it all.
Oh, and SecondLife? Not enough time in the day for FirstLife, my friend.
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