He dances. He speaks to me. He tells me to do things. “Write a blog post about me,” he says. “But, you’re lame!” I retort. “WRITE,” he says… and I start typing.
I picked up the little guy (Mr. Huzimoto) for L$15 at a store named Red Cats. Their tagline is “instruments gallery & everything with your heart” which I guess covers selling pretty much anything — like a little blue guy who dances on your shoulder. Their true claim to fame seems to be selling a 185-prim saxophone. Dude, my sax is way more prims than your sax. Can you feel the lag? The Red Cats building is notable in that it is one of those odd Japanese builds that gets your attention by looking sort of like a house that has been blown over by the wind… I think. Except there’s a rug where the door would have been. And the roof is mostly open. And… oh, never mind.
http://slurl.com/secondlife/KanazawaSLing/140/240/22/
