And everyone is invited. Come as you are .. because you won't leave the same way anyhow!
Ahh, I am much better now. I think the wizard gave me a 31 1/2 hour bimbo virus as opposed to anything more permanent! Still have the long pink fingernails right now, but those should be gone soon too! Don't know how the hell my mom used to type 90+ words a minute with inch long nails!
Made this about a week ago. as I found this photo around the time I made the "Our Own Little Peyton Place" caption. Thought the set-up was interesting, and for some reason, I went with a company trying to explain a rash number of body swaps .. and I've been reading about so many apps causing security issues, thought I could work that into the storyline.
Everything seems to be connected to the Internet today, and that is dangerous. Even things that aren't, now can be, due to WeMo plugs, Amazon Home, etc ... I loved the idea that a portable dance floor could have USB ports, or an SD card that could be hacked. Certainly not your typical TG caption idea and rogue DJ's hyping up the crowd with changes to get them dancing made me smile, since at one point I was a Disc Jockey.
So, this was the result. Something to post on a Saturday when things might be a bit slower. A deep cut if you will, since it wasn't made for anyone in particular and a bit more vague than specifically targeted to someone's TG whims.
As a blog exclusive would be, comments would be good (or is it well?) Tell me where and how this dance floor would have affected you (effected?) and the sort of chaos it could have brung (brought?) to those around you. Damn, this bimbo virus is a hard one to shake! Tee hee!