- My work name is Erica Linden. Everyone who works for Second Life gets a Linden last name. This makes us weirdly popular in-world.
- There is a huge bouquet of stargazer lilies on my desk. Got ’em for myself. Who needs boys? Not me. Nope.
- My mom phoned at 8am to make sure I was alive. A minor earthquake in Oakland made it on CNN. I didn’t feel a thing.
- My roommate threw a drink at a critic, and has cemented his place as a literary bad boy.
- My on-the-2 style of salsa dancing is considered impressive out here. Thanks Cornell ballroom club!
- I still need an apartment. If you know of anything, let me know. I’m looking in the Mission/Bernal/Noe neighborhoods. And I’ve got a friendly cat.
- There’s a big bulldog who hangs out in my office and rides a skateboard.
Thank you. That is all.
Where’s the 2nd cat? Didn’t you have two in Ithaca?
Is this the famous (on YouTube) skateboarding bulldog? Awesome!
What, are you living on the street? And you don’t need boys, you need Men. Geek Men. I’d be happy to apply for the position.