Vickiepedia

When I get the hang of it, I'll make you a ROM named Sandwich.

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Friendly greetings! Whoa I stole the intro from Torley. Today, I, Naomi Skosh — the pink-haired one with the permanent sunburn — am going to show you how avatars with non-size 0 feet like me survive in Second Life.

On my right (your left) is my adorable brown-haired alt, PS. On my left (your right), my friend, VS… with his new barbecue.

Dude! Stop playing with the new barbecue set and pay attention!

First of all: believe it or not, and note that this is true for most people, your foot size is the same length as your forearm. Go on, try to measure your foot against the inside of your forearm. I’ll give you 30 seconds. (read more…)

The tragic tale of [spoiler] after the “read more” break (or under this if you’re reading from the feed), in comic form! Here’s a preview:

I didn’t take out the pencil sketching. It’s called laziness STYLE.

Comic starts here: (read more…)

Because nobody tagged me and nobody asked and nobody cares, here’s what’s in my inventory bag!

1. Tissue – I used to use one pack a day before I was treated for my perennial allergic rhinitis; now I rarely need it, and can breathe through my nose, too. Thank you, Science and Medicine.
2. Scientific Calculator – proof that I still haven’t graduated.
3. Mirror – for when I notice people staring at my face. Do I have stuff on my face? On my hair? On my shirt? Why? Stop staring at me, please!
4. MP3 Player – with classical and game music in it; also serves as my USB stick.
5. Umbrella – you laugh at me for carrying it around now, but guess who gets to pick up that lady in the sudden downpour? (Reality #1: Most ladies are straight.) (Reality #2: Vickie is too shy.) (Reality #3: The umbrella is too small for 2 people.)
6. Keys – I don’t drive, obviously. Keychain is a souvenir from Dad.
7. Wallet – birthday gift (I think) from Mum.
8. Pen – fountain pens > your ballpoints.

Plus tampons on the bleeding days. (Useless information: My period is so regular I know when it’d start almost down to the hour.)

P.S. My mobile phone is a little camera-shy.

P.P.S. This entry was brought to you by yet another episode of procrastination. I’ll probably never graduate.

Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster,

I pray, when you boot me up from sleep mode next morning, please grant me the following plugin / software on my humble human body.

1. Pronunciation checker:

   

   (I’d ask for a grammar checker, too, but let’s start with the basics, shall we?)

2. Search function:

   

   (I promise, I’ll search for more meaningful things and answers once I find my other stripy sock.)

3. Strong and emphasis tags:

   

4. Appear offline function:

   

5. Maybe also a lesbiandar?! Wow, let’s not be too greedy there.

Actually, don’t worry about any of the above. Please cleanse me of “Procrastination” because it’s a total RAM hog, and I kinda have 1 more mid-semester exam and 2 essays to hand in soon.

Have mercy on me, O FSM. RAmen!

Vickie