The Further Adventures of Miss Kitten

This is the fifth of thirteen articles that I wrote for the now-defunct Grid World News website. For more information, please see the Grid World News page.
Fetch the Comfy Chair!
Support some of Linden’s Local Artists at this Gothic Gallery
By Weng Merlin (my Second Life avatar name)
A wise man once said, “No one expects the Spanish [...]

This is the fourth of thirteen articles I wrote for the now-defunct Grid World News website. For more information please see the Grid World News page.
Voulez-Vouz Dancer Avec Moi?
Get Shaken and Stirred at Phat Cats
By Weng Merlin (my Second Life avatar)
From the crystal chandeliers to the martini glass shaped lamps on the tabletops, Phat Cats [...]

This is the third of thirteen articles I wrote for the now-defunct Grid World News website. For more information, please see the Grid World News page.

Adrenaline Junkies Wanted
Second Sweden: not for the faint of heart (or stomach).
By Weng Merlin (my Second Life avatar name)
By now, residents of Linden may have noticed that this place is [...]

This is the second of thirteen articles I wrote for the now-defunct Grid World News website. Please see the Grid World News page for more information.
Tea and Zen: Enlightenment Awaits at the Museum of Teacups
by Weng Merlin (my Second Life avatar name)
If one visited a spot that calls itself the “Museum of Teacups,” one would [...]

This is the first of thirteen articles I wrote for the now-defunct Grid World News website. Please see the Grid World News page for more information.

The House of Sweden: More than Just Free T-Shirts
by Weng Merlin (my Second Life avatar name)
After a visit to the House of Sweden at the Swedish Institute, you’ll take away [...]

During my recent trip to the US, I went through all my grandma’s and mom’s old photos. I had almost no pictures of me and my brother when we were kids and none at all of me when I was a baby. Here’s a few that I selected:
Me, about seven weeks old, and my mom:

A [...]

I don’t mean me, personally. Well, I sort of do. I developed a door neurosis when I was living in my old apartment.  The apartment was on the ground floor and about two meters away from the outside door. For some reason, whenever I came home I felt like I had to open my apartment [...]