Author Archives: Gidge Uriza

This Is How I Party

My typist actually held a baby tiger in real life once. It was at one of those “pay to hold a baby tiger” sorts of places that one wouldn’t patronize today, because God KNOWS tigers should be in a reserve or some safe place, not in a little sideshow tent. But 20 years ago the world was a different place and thus, a baby tiger was held. Continue reading

There is NOTHING Blah About Tres Blah

Once again Tres Blah rocks my socks at the Arcade. I gotta have it all. Actually – I have most of it now. I just love her work, it’s like she says “What does Gidge need?” and then makes that. Continue reading

Stay or Go Camping ?

The Arcade is coming up quickly and this round features some great items for your outdoor fun in your Second Life! Continue reading

Boho and Pup

I tend to love the end of events, those last days when I don’t have to fight the throngs of people to get in. I don’t have to fight to see the vendor or deal with the crashy nature of too many avatars pulling around too many other avatars on leashes. Continue reading

We Are All Just Walking Each Other Home: For Bubbles

There are so many realizations that come along as you are part of the end of someone’s journey. You realize that there really is a time to die. You suddenly realize someone NEEDS to die. Then you hate yourself for that thought. You don’t want that. The conflict is human and it’s desperately inescapable. It’s a terrible place, the last steps to home. It’s also a sacred place, and if you can be there for someone, it’s the last and most precious gift you can give them.

Bubble’s mom is struggling with ALS and that burden is heavy. It is something that is happening to both of them. I just walked the path of fast progressing fatal disease with both of my parents, the road is hard and unforgiving. Continue reading

Don’t Judge My Food Intake

Yes this is all for me, but the caloric intake required to support keeping this mesh body rendered is outrageous. We fashion bloggers we have to eat a lot. It’s like the opposite of real life. If we don’t eat tons of food we melt back to Ruth.

No one wants that. Continue reading