Lolly

They were celebrating Hello Wean tonight. It's yet another one of those celebrations of the half humans, half avis. There are also New Year, Rezz Day, New Day, Chris Must Today, and Good Fry Day, when there's the giant rabbit roast. I think the Hello Wean is when everyone stops not eating candy. They have probably been eating those big oranges long enough and are now dying for a lolly.

I like snapshotting, so I was thinking of joining the picture contest in this club where I go now and then. Not to win the prize, really. I rather like the challenge. Making an effort. Trying to accomplish something that others may like. Or hate. The horrid little man is gonna hate it, for sure. I bet he's gonna search every club in the world after listening to this diary entry, only to have my picture burnt.

Now, I have a slight dilemma with this competition. Should I enter my picture avi fashion or human fashion? You know, we avatars use our snapshot feature to take pictures. You point the cam at whatever you want a picture of, and shoot. Done. While the humans go and get a picture from an avi, and then do a lot of changes to it using something called sofwhere. They change colours and stuff, take away bits and pieces that they don't want, and even add stuff, like backgrounds and even little speeches.

I dunno. If you have a very nice SL background, why would you want to change it?

Trial

Horrid little man ruined the Noctober tranquility of my mind by IMing again, accusing me of all in all 47 immoral sins. I wasn't quite happy about that. I replied, of course, saying he was all wrong. I never did the flexing. Never ever.

The matter had to be resolved. I agreed to do it the old-fashioned way he suggested, the way they tried witches in the olden days. If I'd sink I'd be found not guilty. If I'd float I'd be found guilty and burnt by the stake. Oh, I knew I'd sink because I don't swim very well. It's the same old story every time I get into water. I never float. I always end up on the floor of the ocean. So I switched into a nice swimsuit and had him TP me in, hoping that he'd leave me alone once and for all once done.

I hadn't expected to swim in a voocane-o. And the horrid man hadn't expected the swimsuit. He quickly scribbled in his notebook. Probably "48. Indecent exposuring".

Horrid man: "u look hot already rofl"

Serval: "thank you"

He scribbled again. "49. Provocativation".

Serval: "is skinny-dipping allowed?"

He scribbled again. "50. Being cheeky".

Serval: "you already have that one... i think it's number nine"

He scribbled again. "51. Besserwissering".

And so it went on. For ages. I never got my swim, because I fell asleep eventually. I think he was somewhere around 85 at that point, and scribbling a long backlog. I don't think he wanted to see me fry. I think he just wanted to see me.

Still Noctober

They said it was gonna go away, but it didn't.

Noctober