Singin' Sinatra...

What a day this has been, what a rare mood I’'m in, why it’s al-most like bein' in love”.

My dad loved Sinatra. Always played him before dinner when I was a kid. And it seems like for the past week I haven'’t been able to get that song out of my head. Oh, before I go off on another tangent, I should mention that I found Trish, my sister! And I’ll be the first to admit that we both cried like two little ninnies for a good hour. I really missed her.

Turns out, Trish trickled in with a handful of other travelers and she’s been helping me show them around. I'’ll admit, she’s had to fake it a little since this island is as new to her as it is to everyone else. And since the Involvium effect is causing the island metamorphose constantly, I wake up to something new every day. This morning I awoke to one of those giant Idol-heads, like from Easter Island, staring right at me.

Trish and I aren’'t bickering like we used to. Seems like we’re not sweating the small stuff anymore, and we’re seeing each other for who we really are. Oh, before I forget, Involvium Ventures Mining has invited me to join the company and I said yes! Even signed a contract on the spot. I kinda feel like Tatu from Fantasy Island now, acting as liaison between the expeditionary team and the new guests. Well, Trish and I are having lunch together out by the giant Idol, so, from your loyal metaverse blogger, I big you “adieu” for now. (I learned that from one of the new guests - a really suave Algerian guy ;-P )

People Ho!

A small group of travelers ended up on the island this morning. At first, I wasn’t sure if I had conjured them up through the Involvium Effect, or if someone else had. But they’re real, and very friendly too. It’s a pretty diverse and worldly group, actually. They remind me of a Benetton ad. They had this wistful look about them, and when they met me, they actually knew who I was.

They all know Trish, too. I kinda feel guilty calling Trish a flake since apparently she only had nice things to say about me to them. These are people I would’ve probably never met outside of the island, so it’s kinda cool that I did (cue single tear). Trish, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I called you an uber-flake. You’re still my favorite (and only) sister and I love you, girl. I hope to be reunited with you soon.