Violetta Heart

The world was watching.  Multitudes had gathered.  Countries waited breathlessly by their electronic media devices, hoping for the prize, cheering, jeering, laughing, crying.

In case you missed the memo, the Winter Olympics happened earlier this year.  In the spirit of competition, the world was gathered together, and the media brought it all to our doorstep.

Many of us - No, I correct myself: most of us -- have at one time or another worked a job where checklists were required.  When I hear that dreaded word, my mind springs to low paying, mind numbing, french frying, after school jobs, where a reminder to wash your hands is a vital necessity.

Having been involved with both using and developing these lists, I can personally attest to their effectiveness ... or lack thereof.

It litters the landscape.  It jars your eyes.  It lags the sim.  It is ... bling.

Yes, that is right, the dreaded bling.  The bane of super primmy lands everywhere, the necessary accessory of every gansta, wannabe rapper out there.

But rappers did not invent the bling.  Oh no, bling has been around for a very long time.

Teleporting into Piedmont city is a treat for the eyes and ears.