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 )

Memories on the Line.

I caught myself staring at the makeshift clothesline that the team has set up, thinking about my sister, Trish. Again. There was a t-shirt with a monkey face on it hanging on the line, and I was reminded of our adventure camping a few summers ago when she hung up her Paul Frank t-shirt (that I had gotten for her birthday) and forgot about it. An hour into the drive home, we had to turn around and go back for it, despite my objections that I'd buy her another.

I found some footsteps heading down a path. I’m going to follow them before the landscape pulls the ole’ switcheroo on me. Again.