I suppose I had nobody to blame but myself.
I’m one of those compulsive “clickers” that likes to play with online dollies, you know ‘dress up Soldier Sapphire! Make a Fashion Doll!”
It’s not a habit I really admit to people in real life, but the online world has always been different.
So when “make your mini-mi!” came up in the advertisements for one of the sites I like a lot – they have wings! And some pretty funky skin colors! – I couldn’t resist clicking.
And then I spent an hour playing – maybe two hours – it could have been three. All I know is that when I was done, I had a nice little character that looked “just like me.”
I mean, if me had blue hair.
And cat ears.
Don’t forget the tail.
Has to be wings.
But me! Just slightly, ah, chibi-fied and slightly bluer and cattier than I am in real life.
So I saved it, tooted it, closed the window, and forgot all about it. I mean, another dolly. That’s not the sort of thing that really sticks in my head.
It was a week later – not really an exciting week, or I might never had made the connection – when I was walking down my favorite creek-side path and something caught my eye.
A bird? Around here the wildlife gets really brave. I tuned to look, trying to be slow and smooth to not startle it away.
As if I had to worry about startling it away.
There in front of me, just above my head, there was a mini-me maybe eight inches tall.
My face, my eyes. Blue hair. Wings. Don’t forget the cat tail and cat ears.
And it was smiling, the same almost-closed-mouth smile I do in pictures. Smiling down at me, hovering in mid-air.
I suppose I really should have read the fine print.
I gave it a place of honor on the shelves in my office, and I just hope nobody notices it before I come up with an explanation.
But god help me, it’s a mini-me. It’s started talking already and it just won’t stop.
What am I supposed to do with this – this thing?