Either way, Chrome was not someone I spoke to often, if at all--until I received a scrawl on my Wall in Facebook today: "Hey Harper, Just posted on my presentation on the ever-so-touchy subject of fine art in Second Life at SIGGRAPH last week." Hrm.
So I looked at Chrome's blog, and darn if he wasn't a presenter with a bunch of high-tech guys about art in Second Life (a subject near and dear to my heart). So I invited Chrome over for a chat about art.
He showed up and he had changed a bit. He no longer had the waddle. He was wearing prims and he had chrome hair. (Still the dark Dirty Biker hair, but he had shined it up and given it a touch of glow--very ingenious.)
I gave Chrome a tour of my villa and gardens. Those of you have seen it know I am a "primcess" (nothing like Shenlei, of course--I can only dream of that), but he continued to insist I was a Princess as he looked around. He stomped around my villa with that *very* he-man Animazoo male walk and ruined some flowers. Then he plopped himself on my sofa with his dirty boots on!
Well that was the final straw!
I offered him a candy.
And he took not one but two.. and... didn't blow up!
WTF?
So I threw candies at him. They poofed in a green glow but didn't smoke. I tried one of the candies myself and blew up.
The man is some sort of superhuman avatar, imperious to Ordinal Malaprop's VERY STRONG CANDIES.
I can only conclude it's the chrome hair.
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/me is too distracted by the second picture to post anything sensible. :)
Harper, I just wanted to thank you for the lovely evening, and especially for those delicious candies.
Just for the record, though, I wanted to clarify something: although my hair acts as a shield against electromagnetic fields and attempts at mind control by aliens, it offers no protection against explosive devices.
My immunity to such attacks comes from a simple genetic disorder, which has rendered me immortal, for the time being. It's a burden I would wish on no one; but I live on, stoically, one day at a time.
It does have its perks, though. I get to enjoy explosive candy from the hands of a beautiful woman, and then return for more. :)
OMG! Harper... better take those candies back.
Primcess. :) I like it. I may change my business cards....
I think those candies are past their expiration date.
*I* will never fall prey to your candies. HAW.
Funny, it seems no one believes in immortality any more.... ahh, the loneliness of a long distance runner.
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