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I along with many other Americans drive through a work zone every day going to and from work.  These messes could have been there for years, as is my case, or just went up a few minutes before you got there.  Apparently, the road workers think that no one knows about it.  Orange cones, changing traffic patterns, flashing lights, double-fine penalties, traffic barriors, work zone signs, bridge construction and grid-lock traffic has not made anyone aware of this little fact.  So to inform the public, they decided to claim a whole week out of each year as “National Work Zone Awareness Week“.

Does anyone besides me see the idiocy in this? This is pointless.  Everyone is aware of work zones.  It’s on the radio, tv, and watercoolers every day.  We all know to be mindful of the surrounding areas for people, barriors, each other, and especially that sudden traffic comming out from the side of the road.  Has anyone actually seen this sudden traffic?

I’ve decided to claim next week (the second full week of every April) as Family Lewie Awareness Week, otherwise known as FLAW.  I’m going to inform my family of useless things they already knows.

1. Don’t wake the Lewie unless it is an emergency
2. The Lewie will only get paid every 2 weeks
3. Lazy is the Lewie when given the chance.
4. The Lewie is a man.  Get over it.

Ok, so I can’t make up too many stupid awareness tips on the fly.  But hopefully you get my point.  NWZAW is useless.  It is informing the public of what it already knows.  It is a triplication of effort.

Today I started putting a lot of my land up for sale within SecondLife. The idea is that for now, I’ll cut back on my current tier until I can support it with in-world profit from selling objects and trading my Lindens on the Lindex exchange. During the process, I started taking down a lot of different things that I had created over the past several months.

The length of time it takes to rip things down depends on what you want to save for later. I had to link a lot of my larger structures in special ways as to permit them to be rebuilt easily the next time I need them. So much work went into these objects. So many ideas come flashing by. I remembered the people I talked to who made suggestions or offered support. I had a lot of encouragement along the way too.

It is no wonder that I started to get a little emotional over it. I felt as if I was being a little self destructive. I was tearing down my dreams. I was tearing down dreams that others wanted to see happen. I was letting everyone including myself down. How can someone get so emotional over a stupid video game? I’ve seen people get into problems in regards to social relationships - but objects? These things aren’t even real.

I was about to sleep when my neighbor sent me an instant message asking what was going on with my land. I went over to them and saw my other neighbor there too. The three of us had the same ideas it seems. We are all selling off our land. One is upgrading to another tier. The other is on the first level, so they don’t pay extra for the small amount of land they have been allotted. They both want to buy land in another sim with less lag, so I gave them each a little object that helps them find out how the server that the sim runs on is performing. I told them to go to an island sim to see performance of a fast sim for comparison.

Before I left for the night, I went through a lot of the particle scripts that I was working on for them and gave them the scripts. Since I started, the one neighbor has learned how to add particles to there own objects. I have been so busy with other things that I just haven’t had time to pay attention to things for others. I haven’t really made any time to hang out with them either. They have been doing a lot of things together ever since they got married in the game, and I’ve just been doing my own thing.

My wife and I got some new glasses today. We had eye exams first. I passed with a B+. Anyways, during my exam the optometrist asks if anyone has ever told me that one pupil is larger then the other. “No”, I reply, “Should I be self conscious about it?”. She goes on to tell me that it is hardly noticeable unless you are looking hard for it, and that she’ll be monitoring it. It turns out that this is something caused by a Neurological disorder from trauma.

My vision is 20/20 again. Huh? Well, my last glasses were a very light prescription. This new prescription is just for driving. I have problems where I stare at a computer screen all day, drive home at night, and then stare at a computer screen all night. OK, sometimes I watch TV from a distance. The problem is that my eyes are focused on one thing and have a hard time adjusting for distance.

I joined my wife and her mother who were picking out glasses. I think they had just finished up. We started looking for some that would fit my so-called image. I guess they are more aware of my style then I am. I let them pick out a few glasses and I tried each pair on. I finally settled with some light silver frames that were oval shaped.

We made sure that the glasses were shatter resistant. The frames are also great for young kids. My last pair got damaged playing with my niece and nephew.