The first time I ever visited Cajsa at her house, she lived underwater. This isn’t to say she lived in some kind of bubble house underwater, she actually lived underwater. It was the fist time it had occurred to me that since the rules of breathing were not a necessity any longer that one could just live in a house underwater – just for fun.
My first thought today was to find some sort of horrible St Patrick’s Day nightmare and blog it as though I thought it were fitting.
But hell I’ve done that for almost a decade so I decide nah, let it go finally. I mean it’s not like Shamrock Pasties and butt plugs are in short supply on Marketplace, if one is so inclined. Yet I just wasn’t feeling it.
I guess I’m just in a “Let me stand in front of this giant bear holding an umbrella” sort of mood. What can I say? Continue reading →
Your heart’s desire isn’t necessarily your mind’s. People say the heart wants what it wants. But what about the rest of you? What if your soul requires one thing? What if your hands and feet require another? And what about “What you can stomach?” Your stomach has needs of it’s own, that have nothing to done with one’s heart.
There are things you feel in your bones. What if your heart doesn’t know about them?
What if your heart is a selfish ridiculous organ with no regard for the rest of your entity? Continue reading →
It’s another day of exploring at Backdrop City for me. I have found no less than five new creators I need to support with my $$ and I’ll be going shopping soon. If you’re like me, you like to own a lot of backdrops to set up fun scenes for blogging the creations of our world. Continue reading →
Hey howdy I’ve been shopping all the live long day can you believe it? I hit the Rewind event pretty hard, I’m gonna have to sell a pixel kidney i suspect to get by. But I managed to get this super cute backdrop from Astralia on my second pull at their machine.
That was a sign from the Gacha Gods – so I walked away. Good fortune was MINE. Continue reading →
“A proper community, we should remember also, is a commonwealth: a place, a resource, an economy.
It answers the needs, practical as well as social and spiritual,
of its members — among them the need to need one another” — Wendell Berry
Rustica was one of the first furniture stores I ever visited in Second Life. My friend Maht Wuyts from The Velvet and I would go there at least a couple times a month. We had a photo studio and it was furnished with Rustica’s Couch of Many Colors and there was that sleek recliner that offered Grey Goose martinis. There was the sleeper sofa that opened up with a mouse click into a bed. Long billowy curtains that pooled on the floor. Man, we loved that place. It felt like a real shop, a bit over-crowded and messy. You know, like an old-fashioned place that is the opposite of a mall. Unlike many stores, when you visited Rustica, the owner might be sitting behind the counter and would even chat. So Max Graf has been an SL acquaintance and friend for ten years now. During all that time, he has been a friendly and generous member of Second Life’s community.
Sadly, he and his family have lost their home due to legal manipulations they may be able to overturn, but not in time to keep a roof over their heads. They risk homelessness without some help. Second Life is a proper community and proves it again and again, a place where people can admit to needing each other. Max asked people to shop at his store, but people, remembering all Max has done over the years to build SL community wanted to do more. That’s where Going to the Max came from, the knowledge that Second Life is a proper community.
Bandana Day is upon us once again. It’s a stern reminder of why we have the Hair Fair each year which is much more about others than us. It’s not just a shopping event, yet we do love to shop. It’s an event where we come together and the lindens we spend help others.
The RL has plagued me more than usual and kept poor Pixel Gidge trapped on her island alone, but she did make a foray into the Hair Fair. She has a ritual, before she buys anything, she seeks the bandanas. Why? Because they people that make them, make them with LOVE. They don’t make a dime out of it, they don’t benefit, in fact it costs them time and creativity. Yet every year people make them. Hell even I made them a year or two – until the trappings of mesh put them beyond my own skills.
I’m proud to stand here for the “I don’t Know How Many Years In a Row” time and say I supported Wigs for Kids and Hair Fair once again. Thank you Sasy and Whimsy and whomever else poured their time and love into making this event happen.
You are very appreciated – even if we forget to tell you.
Gidge is Wearing:
Head: Lelutka Chloe
Skin: Pink Fuel
Bandana: Alaska Metro