When Agent Weebley, Lucy and I initially went out for a drive in that oh, so gorgeous Aston Martin Rapide this morning, Agent Weebley brought along his Sony Vaio Zee. I saw him slip it surreptitiously into the back hatch.
It was supposed to be an offline day for us. Lucy wanted it. “Living life offline is a healthy break,” she says.
But the day ended up definitely a little ukfupped.
Agent Weebley would get out, walk a bit, disappear, we would look for him, and eventually catch up with him. He seemed beside himself.
One time, after jumping back into the car, he said:
“I’m usually following everyone else,” he said, “but why does it seem like I’m leading all of a sudden?”
Lucy and I would look at each other . . . he’s carrying a heavy load today . . . he is so delicate . . . and his mind is tumbling right now . . . he needs to post . . . he needs to get the next step off his chest . . . Doctor Sternum is waiting for his next move.
Source: rogue state – move automatic
When Agent Weebley finally appeared happy, he had posted a comment to Wesley Young:
Would you like to be our first “Sheffield Connection?”
We, at ARG MetaPhoria, have virtually taken over Sevenstone, and are going to help encourage Sheffielders to morph themselves back into being key players in the manufacturing heartland Sheffielders once were when my Great Grandfather, W. Henry Leah, owned and ran Leah’s Yard.
We are set to manufacture Stirling engines, and print the lenticular game pieces for our new game, ARG MetaPhoria – The Game Peace.
Only Sheffielder support and other investors can turn it into a reality.
“it just popped out,” he said. Sure, Agent Weebley. You know what’s next. You and amanfromMars need to define what an “investor” puts in . . . and what the “investor” gets out.
Where are we going tonight, Agent Weebley?
To the rogue state?
Source: rogue state – chain of command