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Nylon Pinkney Does It Again … Game of Thrones Style   Leave a comment

With thanks to New World Notesce: New World Notes: Nylon Pinkney Is Online: Game of Thrones, Second Life Style

From: Jon Snow   3 comments

I just had to share this. Nothing about Second Life; I just ran across it elsewhere, and figured the other Game of Thrones mavens would enjoy a giggle:

Jon Snow Emails 23andMe About His DNA Results

Posted April 12, 2019 by Jem Sternhall in Humor

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How To Properly Clear Out Your Inventory   Leave a comment

With thanks to Nylon Pinkney and Hamlet Au — click through for the remaining three frames!

Copyright 2019 by Nylon Pinkney (a pseudonym) — all rights reserved to the original artist

Posted February 18, 2019 by Harper Ganesvoort in Humor, Reblog

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Christmas Fashion 2 — Winter Fantasy   2 comments

I was gonna invoke shades of The Nutcracker here, but this area doesn’t quite fit the bill. Oh, well, lol. It’s still pretty, though.

I’ve developed a partiality for United Colors, and this gown is one of their best. Lots of colors available, and you can choose either opaque or nicely sheer. (I’d go for the opaque for the party season, myself, but I don’t know what parties you’ll be going to ….)

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Okay ….   1 comment

… There’s gotta be an easier way to make a livin’ than having a piece of fabric stuck up my nose while I … I ….

ACHOO!!!!!

Posted December 16, 2018 by Harper Ganesvoort in Humor

At the End of the Day ….

… there’s always my KittyCat!

Posted August 12, 2018 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Humor, Photographs

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Usul Walks Amongst Us Again!

Day 283 / 4751 C. E., Vidran, planet Videra —

A rather neat little café and wine bar had been constructed near Ariel Sherman’s home, and the golden cyborg tried to drop into the place at least once a month.  Normally, top-name entertainers tried to keep their private time to themselves.  Ariel Sherman, CRO, COV, and one of the best-known performing stars in the quadrant, almost always managed to pass her time quietly in this café, whether by herself, with members of her ‘borg family, or friends from town.  Partly, it was because this was Videra, and the laws of the pleasure planet that was Ariel’s home and place of work could be summed up in a sentence:  “Feel free to do whatever you want, so long as it does no harm to yourself or others.”  Native Viderans were apparently taught this in the womb; they were always exquisitely polite, there when you needed help, and otherwise let you live your life in peace and quiet — not antisocial, just understanding that you wanted to pursue your pleasure and had the right to do so without interference.

Which was what Ariel was doing now, sitting in the café alongside Dara Furtano-Fa, her close friend and fellow ‘borg.  The pair were hanging out beside the coffee bar, with frothy drinks in hand or beside them.  Between bouts of conversation, whenever someone passed by carrying a similar beverage, Ariel would smile and exchange a few words of greeting that were distinctly ritualistic in form.  Dara had learned the words instantly, of course, from listening to Ariel and the others, but they meant little to her.  After another lifeform, this one a Zovitchian with lemon-yellow skin and a nearly flat nose in its elongated head, had bowed to them both and clinked his cup against theirs, Dara turned to her mentor and friend and murmured, “And you really don’t know that much about what this is all about?”

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