Rezzing... Rezzing. I arrive at my sandy parcel.. "Mom's Littel Spot" in Elysium early on Thanksgiving morning 2017. The scent of a triple berry pie is wafting from the real life kitchen. I am still in that awkward moment of SL rezzing when my face is visible, but my torso is still trying to materialize and is blinking in and out discombobulated perpendicular …
Tag: Thanksgiving
BTT#10. Miracles of Astounding Normalcy
Author's note: 12-24-18. My wife has made a very reasonable request that certain details regarding my perceptions of her personal outlook and thoughts in regards to the issues in this post not be made public, so the red x spaces represent a redaction. I do want to say that my wife of more than …
