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Breakfast of Champions

Ooops you caught me about the eat up some delicious sentient waffle and croissant friends. I don’t even care, I’m going to take huge bites of them and suck out their souls to start my day.

Geeez Gidge it’s not Halloween calm down.

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Resistance Is Fertile

The history of liberty is a history of resistance.

This sign, a riff on the Borg’s mantra,made me laugh. I always just point out the Borg dies in the end. But I laugh because where I grew up, we competed against Fertile in sports and other competitions. More amusingly, Fertile happens to be just about 25 miles from Climax, another town we competed against. When you’re in high school, such things are hilarious and even to this day, pranksters add distance to Fertile signs to the “You are Entering Climax” sign and vice versa. By the way, whoever ordered “You are entering Climax” is my hero. That sign is gone now, replaced by the much less amusing “Climax Pop. 300” sign. Not that we weren’t without our own embarrassing names. A few miles out of town, there used to be a glorious road sign, “Bullshit Valley, Next Left” That was the name of the valley. That was the sign. When I was home this summer, I saw it has been “cleaned up” and now reads, BS Valley. I was disappointed. I did not live in Bullshit Valley, alas, and my dad only took that left hand turn every few years just because it was a pretty route, though it was gravel not tar. The road to Bullshit Valley is paved now. I am sure there’s a metaphor there somewhere.
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The Borg Loses in the End

This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance. Philip K. Dick

Yesterday, three million women and men marched in every state and on every continent in the world. Every continent, even Antarctica. In 51° below Kotzebue, Alaska, people marched. In sunshine and rain storms, desert heat and arctic cold, people gathered to resist. Of course, the naysayers mocked and dismissed. “Resistance is futile,” they quote The Borg, an implicit confession of corruption. They forget, the Borg is destroyed in the end.
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Buckle Up for Hair Fair

Buckled Up for Hair Fair

I decided it is time to buckle up for Hair Fair and how better to do that than with the fabulously buckled dress from Zenith at Collabor88 this month. I added the incredible Bastet arm bands from Pixicat that were released at Arcade about 6 months ago and a pair of sunglasses from this month’s Baiastice releases for Collabor88.
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The Hair Fair 2016 Photo Contest Is Here…Did You Enter?

It’s HERE it’s HERE! Hair Fair Photo Contest IS HERE! Do you like FREE HAIR? Do you like shopping events early so you don’t have to try to get in 60000 times with some hud you bought off of Marketplace? THEN THIS CONTEST IS FOR YOU!  I’m challenging everyone who reads this to enter this contest – it’s SO rich with great prizes, you’d be silly not to! This is my entry. Well, my first entry. I might do more than one. We shall see!

The theme this year is  Whatever the Weather and that’s great because you can capture different types of weather in SL to feature in your photo! Choose a hair from one of the sponsor stores that you own – or better yet go buy one and you’re set!

As you can see, it’s raining bullets in my photo. Weather in SL is downright dangerous. Continue reading

Blue is a deeply sneaky color.

“How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?


How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?

You cannot get a grip on blue.

Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.

Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.

This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.” 

― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art

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