Thursday, January 29, 2009

Imagine Fuzzy's Dismay ...

... when he visited my gallery and found that oddly positioned column had been removed (without prior notification). He was, naturally, horrified and mystified.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Fuzzy Finds a Flaw

My landlord, the kindly and gentle Salazar Jack, modified the doorway to the west side of my gallery in Grignano (top floor, The Brownstone East), so that it now matches the other entry, but he was unable to move the column (owned by one Osprey Therian of Bodega). Fuzzy discovered this discrepancy (Sal apologized, he was having back problems), and pointed it out for us.

Fuzzy has a very much more accurate SL look, with new flexi hair and a tie.

Fuzzy Wuzzy Has New Hair

Here is Fuzzy's new profile pic for your amusement. He is not amused.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Going Tiny for the Last Blast of Xmas!

Last night I visited Raglan Shire again, just to see what they were up to. They were just finishing up their Friday Night Game of Primtionary, then all did Tiny Riverdance (I joined in), then they were going to have a movie later.

Zayn Till showed me around the WinterFest, with wonderful decorations and thick sweaters for sale. I made a Snow Angel, rode a Tiny Hoverboard, and generally had a blast.

Zayn was telling me that all this is shortly to be gone, but there would be Valentine's Day and Mardi Gras coming up. These are some PARTYIN (LITTLE) PEOPLE!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hamster! On a Piano!

The Tinies kept yelling, "HAMSTER!!!", "ON A PIANO!!!", and I was confused until they gave me a link to this video of a silly confused hamster!

Visiting in Raglan Shire

My friend Betty Barbecue was online tonight, for the first time in eons, and she was visiting the Tinies in Raglan Shire! She TP'd me and we all did the Tiny RiverDance together, which made quite a racket on that wooden floor, let me tell you!
Was funne .... YESH!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

New Year, New Location

Mysterio Gallery has moved to The Brownstone East in Grignano. Contraction seems to be the mood of the times, and I am going with the flow.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Madam, I'm Adam ...

Lucy has a Secret Garden that can be entered only through a tiny door, and HBA Lucy and I gathered around the table there.

Meanwhile back at the gallery (earlier) ...

Someone flew into my apartment above the gallery, where HBA, Lucy and I were hard at play, working on the fleas, with lucy showing off her new mini car. He was born today. The newbie's name was Adam Greybeard:

HeadBurro Antfarm: You passing by or looking for the gallery?
Adam Greybeard: i want to sell real world art
Enjah Mysterio: you DO?
Enjah Mysterio: OH!
HeadBurro Antfarm: Really? Enjah is your woman!
Adam Greybeard: yes!
Enjah Mysterio: what sort of work do you do?
Enjah Mysterio shouts: lucy?
Enjah Mysterio shouts: are you OK?
Adam Greybeard: yes
Adam Greybeard: thanks
Lucy Tornado shouts: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Enjah Mysterio: no lol lucy
Enjah Mysterio: is lucy ok
Adam Greybeard: brb
Adam Greybeard: cigarette
Enjah Mysterio: eeuw
Enjah Mysterio: where IS lucy?
HeadBurro Antfarm: i've no idea...
Enjah Mysterio: there she is
HeadBurro Antfarm: Has Adam gone?
Enjah Mysterio: he is smoking I guess

time passes ...

Adam Greybeard: i am back
Enjah Mysterio: hi
Enjah Mysterio: did you have a cigarette in your eye?
Enjah Mysterio: or what?
Enjah Mysterio: did it drop on your thigh?
Adam Greybeard: no
Enjah Mysterio: Adam?
Adam Greybeard: nup
Enjah Mysterio: why did you have to leave?
Adam Greybeard: i smoke it with delight its the smoke
Enjah Mysterio: ok well, it was a sudden thing
Enjah Mysterio: seems rude to me
Enjah Mysterio: you could have waited a bit, couldn't you?
Adam Greybeard: i could have
Adam Greybeard: should have
Adam Greybeard: i am a prophet
Adam Greybeard: my sketches are worth much money
Enjah Mysterio: oh please
Adam Greybeard: i am Stylae
Enjah Mysterio: so?
Enjah Mysterio: that means nothing to me
HeadBurro Antfarm: Stylae? What is that, Adam?
Adam Greybeard: bye
Enjah Mysterio: bye

I thought running off to smoke was an odd thing to do in the middle of presenting work to a gallery owner. Looking back I realize that we were having at least three conversations at the same time, with Lucy and her mini car, falling off the edge into the ocean, and that he probably did not know I was trying to focus on him and find out what sort of work he did. Oh well.