Archive for the ‘SlackGirl’ Tag

One for the Road   Leave a comment

I can’t say why we keep ending up at clubs and bars and coffeehouses, except they’re convenient places with lots of poses laid in already, and often props to help out as well. Of course, for this song, a bar or club is really needed.

It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the place ‘cept you and me
So set ’em up Joe
I got a little story I think you oughta know

We’re drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
I’m feeling so bad
Won’t you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Read the rest of this entry »

It’s Jem’s Fault   4 comments

This is what the new house looks like from the land side. I had to temporarily derezz some of the trees in front to show it.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Read the rest of this entry »

Moonlight   2 comments

There’s some interesting things at the current events and the Fantasy Faire, but I decided to dip into my back Inventory, and stumbled across this dress. Conan was kind enough to serve as mon bel amour for a shot (well, he does live in Québec), and here we are.

Moonlight becomes you
It goes with your hair
You certainly know
The right thing to wear

Moonlight becomes you
And I’m thrilled at the sight
And we could get
So romantic tonight

Read the rest of this entry »

On Fantasy   Leave a comment

Though I’m not much of a Game of Thrones fan — I bogged down in the first book at page 25, and I don’t get HBO — I do enjoy some parts of it. (My favorites are Daenerys and Tyrion.) And I can appreciate the work and artistry in the goodies available at the Ice and Fire event, going on for one more week.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Read the rest of this entry »

Salt Water Sunset   3 comments

… Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries ….

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

… The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky; the cliffs are black silhouettes; the sea, liquid silver ….

Laura Treacy Bentley, The Silver Tattoo

… Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east ….

Roberto Bolaño, 2666
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Triumph (Chocolate)
  • Hair: DOUX Ariana
  • Dress and choker: JUMO Vicky (available at current round of Ace Event)
  • Shoes: SlackGirl Niki
  • Additional jewelry: Cae Riviera bracelet, earrings and ring
  • Nails: LIVIA Glam Goddess
  • Eyeshadow: JUMO Celeste (Omega, slot 4) (available at April round of The Makeup Room)
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Fabulosa Hell (Omega, slot 5)

Teleport to Salt Water

The Time Traveller’s Club   2 comments

The man by the hearth sprang erect and hurried toward the latest arrivals. “Good eventide, good sirs. Be very welcome,” he greeted ….

… “You’re the … proprietor … of this Old Phoenix?” …

The man nodded. “What may your wishes be?” He raised a palm, smiling. “Nay, let me guess. Ye’ve fared through rain, in striving and distress. A bath, dry garb, hot food, a cup of cheer, a bed, then breakfast, ere you go from here.” …

Poul Anderson, A Midsummer Tempest, ch. 6

We’re back after a nice break; and, as you can see, I’m having fun already.

Despite the way my photostream on Flickr looks, I don’t hang out a lot at in-world clubs, lol. It’s just that clubs make great places to pose, with their theme and decor; and they often have good poses built into the chairs and other furniture. That cuts down on my needing to pull out my modeling AO.

Read the rest of this entry »

Walking in Dublin   Leave a comment

Put on my green pump shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of my Dublin crew
In the middle of the pouring rain
Daniel O’Connell, won’t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
An’ I’m as green as a girl can be


Then I’m walking in Dublin
Walking with James Joyce striding at my heels
Walking in Dublin
But do I really feel the way I feel?

With many apologies to Marc Cohn

Read the rest of this entry »
%d bloggers like this: