Late Night

There are more than a few reasons my brain has decided to stay awake chattering away at me. I tried to catch some of those reasons to interrogate them further, of course. Slippery buggers.

So, I grabbed my laptop and hooked it into the network so I could write this. I didn't plug it into the wall outlet, however. That means that when the battery is done, so am I!

I caught up reading Crap Mariner's blog. He's been busy! I haven't had the same difficulties with air. But the rant about group messages, I pretty much agreed with. It's absolutely amazing how many notices I get these days. If I don't log in every single day, my im's get capped. Ouch! Which reminds me, I have to fill out that questionnaire for one group and let them know just how bad it's gotten. 4 a day is a light day. Seriously.

I'm way behind on my SL blog reading. Way way behind. I suppose it doesn't help that there are so many of them! For something that some recent articles claim is having troubles staying alive, it sure generates a lot of blogging. Things to complain about. Things to whine about. Things to praise. Things to ponder. I could spend hours every day trying to keep up with it all. So I won't. But I'll try to follow some decent ones on a fairly irregular basis.

BTW, late-night commercials are as bad as the banner and google ads.

Anyways. This post is just a ramble. Tomorrow's inworld projects involve completing a brainy tip jar, labeling sulcii (sulcuses?), and putting info in my profile to let people know that I'm only the contractor/maintenance gal at Galveston. Store and rental questions go to Ariadne Recreant, please. She's really helpful and much more able to help you! But if you want different wallpaper in your rental, or to change the flooring, I'm your gal. Which reminds me. I wish I had the time to rebuild the Palms. I bet I could make them much better now. Yeah, yeah, I know. That artist perfectionist side of me. *sigh*

Just looked at the tv. Someone let all the gerbils out. And from the numbers, I'm guessing they got some Tribble DNA to play with. A certain E. Murphy is in the movie. Guess that 'splains a lot.