Letter to Julia 20120223

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

What's taking up a lot of my time on the Internet is Second Life. The name of the game is misleading, though. There is plenty of evil in the game, with no justice, much inefficiency, plus one's avatar can still die. But I do get to choose a much prettier body for my avatar than the ape-like structure that I have now. Don't get me wrong: I'm very grateful to Allah for the strength granted to me, for strength can be very useful in this corrupted world. But If God allows me heaven, then strength would not be necessary, and I would ask to be pretty. Like you. But with greater virility than what I have now.

Meanwhile, Allah allows me to have a pretty avatar in a game called Second Life, and because I am who I am, it is work to me. My avatar has to have a HUGE wardrobe, and be the sharpest looking gal in the room. And this is important, I'm sure you would agree. This involves much handcrafting and patience and work matching outfits to my body type and personality, and sifting through the junk. And junk can be very expensive in SL. Though fashion is in high demand, I don't think fashion designers make much money in SL. Rather, I observe that the choreographers, or rather animators, make a killing in the game. Didn't I once invite you to meet me in the game? I suppose you are very busy, and you don't need to be prettier than you already are so that you would have a fantasy life about it. I forgive you, mostly because I have to be in SL whether or not I meet you there. Business, y'know.

By the way, please make sure everyone asks permission before they enter your room at all times, while children and your servants must do so before dawn, when you take your afternoon nap, and after the late night prayer. My princess, you.