You Second Life people are all crazy. Crazy, I say. CRAZY.

Logan had to go out on location in the snow to find a place to photograph for a background that Vavoom! could superimpose a picture of a kennel over. Crazy, see…? I told you already. Anyway there we were lining up a shot without any random crap in the background and it’s cold and Logan is moaning because it is cold and I am moaning because it is cold and Logan is moaning because I am getting on her case and I am moaning because she’s getting on my case and I’m telling her that she should have worn a woolly and a coat and a scarf and all that and she’s telling me that I am an arrogant little cretin and some other word which I don’t know how to spell and then suddenly we see there’s this guy in a police uniform making a road block. WTF?

I was all set to get on the phone to Dad and tell him not to let Rolo drive and to watch out for the helicopters, and to make sure that his stash was like… well stashed. But, then we realised that there is only him there with two cars and we’re thinking that there should be more cops and cars and stuff if it’s a proper road block. We noticed that he lives in that house there, so we think this is probably what it’s like that every morning when he’s getting the car out for the missus before he goes to work.

Crazy.