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Riverwalk Sunday   2 comments

 

I’ve found a new friend, who calls herself Morgan Vanderzwaan.  (Don’t ask me where she came up with the name; I don’t get some of these references myself.)  Morgan says she comes from around Holland, Michigan — which should keep Harper, the native Michigan girl, happy, lol.  Anyway, Morgan is willing to do an occasional photo shoot, though she’s not into writing.

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Guardian of the Glade   Leave a comment

Summoned from the waters of the sacred spring, the Guardian watches over the Glade of the Goddess, fending off those who would profane the holy shrine with their violence ….

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Thank Heaven for Paris   Leave a comment

I had to meet the photographer in Paris — but the only taxis were these vintage hacks.  But it was a fun ride!

Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven
I can’t resist a joyous urge
To smile and say

Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day

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Competition   4 comments

One of the women on the “evening shift” at a local House of Scarlet Happiness ….

… discovers that she has someone new on the shift with her ….

And it does not make her happy, as “co-workers” cut into her profit margin ….

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes IKON Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Amacci Nami (blue)
  • Hands: Vista ProHands
  • Nails: Absolut Vendetta Elisa nails
  • Outfit (including boots): r2 seiga (blue) (available at current round of Collabor88) (other outfit also by r2, available at main store)
  • Accessories: Mandala Tensei ear cuffs, ring and collar; kunst Diva cigarette holder
  • Eyeshadow and lipstick: Lilith in Chains Neo-N (Akeruka, slot 4)

Photographed at Tiramisu, Cocoon role-playing region (Japan Rose)

Movie Night   2 comments

Jem and Diana arrived on board the starbase at my invitation for a girls’ night yesterday, full of questions over my call to them.  In reply, I showed them up to the station’s upper level in the “quarters” sector, and through a roundel door into the answer.  “Behold, mesdames.”

Both my friends glanced around, until they lit on the screen and control panel.  “A holodeck?” Jem asked.

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Traditions   Leave a comment

 

4754 C. E.

Among the traditions that had held on in show business, the Green Room was one of the most persistent.  Nobody knew for sure why the room set aside as an actors’ lounge was called “the Green Room,” and Ariel Sherman had heard of many rooms that weren’t painted or otherwise decorated in green, but there the name was.  And when they had built the original Land of Fantasy Theatre out of the old pleasure house, Ariel had included a Green Room — though it was a touch more open to other people than just the performers in the revue — and insisted it be “correctly” decorated with green walls.  Though she doubted few theatres had ever gone in for expensive draped green satin wallpaper; but, with the seed credit the cyborgs of Videra had to start with, why not splurge a little?

She did the same thing some ten years later, when The Land of Fantasy added a supper club to the front of the theatre building.  Again, walls hung in green satin, gentle holo-abstracts and other artwork, and comfortable furniture provided relaxation for performers preparing to go on before the club’s patrons.  And, as the club’s first performer — a change from starring in the main revue for so long — there Ariel was, breaking in the room … with a nasty case of stage nerves.  Why in hell do I put myself through this? she wondered in her mind as she dragged hard on her cigarette holder.  Years of performing six nights a week, multiple interview appearances on the ‘screen, even two virt-vids to my credit by now, and I still get stage fright before an opening.

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Broadway Baby   Leave a comment

“People who see life as anything more than pure entertainment are missing the point.”
     — George Carlin

I’m just a
Broadway baby
Walking off my tired feet
Pounding Forty-Second Street
To be in a show

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