I'm actually supposed to be finishing up my article for the March issue of VR Style, but I'm procrastinating. A lot. Normally I love to write and in my head, I have it written. But for some reason, this month I just can't seem to do it. So, as I'm procrastinating, I decided to hop on over and chat with Emerald's dinosaur.
Me: Hey Dinosaur, how's it hanging?
Dino: Low and to the left.
Dino: Ain't nothin' but a D Thang, babay!
Me: ....is this a bad time?
Dino: I'm sorry. I have a lot of time on my hands.
Me: No problem. Is it ok if I sit here? You're not going to toss me in the air and eat me like those dogs do with biscuits, are you?
Dino: Nah. I do that, and the next thing that happens is my dino ass is back in inventory because we can't find a place to live because no one wants a land owner eating dinosaur chillin' on the roof. But if it's eating you want...
Me: *sighs* Dinosaur.
Dino: Sorry, sorry. It's just that there are no girl dinos out here and I forget my social skills.
Me: Quite understandable. So, Dinosaur, when exactly did the Tyrannosaurus Rexes live? Was it the Jurassic time period?
Dino: No, that's a common misconception. I was down in the Cretaceous, yo.
Me: Oh wow, thanks for clearing that up! I'm still just going to say Jurassic for everything, though.
Dino: It's ok. Most people do.
Me: So, Dinosaur, what do you think of the 2.0 Second Life viewer?
Dino: Computers aren't actually my thing. They're hard for me to use.
Me: Why is that?
Dino: Look at my arms.
Dino: ...so you smell nice.
Me: Thanks! Well, Dinosaur, I better get back to the other side of the island and finish my work.
Dino: You can come sit on my nose anytime, baby.
Me: ...thanks? Oh, Dinosaur, do you have a name?
Dino: Well, my friends call me D-Man.
Dino: But my name is Eugene.
Dino: Shhhh, keep it on the downlow.
Me: Right. No one will ever find out.
That's when I got up and ran.
I really need to finish this article.