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The Limo Broke Down, But I Still Look Great   Leave a comment

Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

Oprah Winfrey

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Home Again   1 comment

Like love, breakfast is best when made at home.

Gina Barreca

I wasn’t planning on writing again so soon; but events kind of bumped my schedule up a bit, as I thought I’d share this bump in my Second Life with everyone.

Now I know a little … just a little … how Harper felt when she went through a bunch of moves some years back. The sudden pulling of the rug from under your elegantly-shod feet at the general notice from the landlord, followed by the scramble to pack up everything you’ve laid out just so; and then the hunt to find somewhere else to lay your stuff back down, within both your budget and your land impact needs. And then, of course, the discovery of stuff you missed by the old landlord; with luck, you’ll get them back when they clear remaining objects off the sim.

Well, the bad news is that that’s what happened to me on Monday. (To Diana, too, since she shares digs with me.)

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Dublin Mardi Gras Primpfest   1 comment

Conan has many skills ….

I went wandering through Dublin last night, and discovered that I had been gone for quite a while. The owners are revamping the sim again, moving backward (in a sense) to a sort of composite of what was in the old Dublin 1 and 2. (Don’t get yourself into a lather with worry — the Blarney Stone is still there, with all its programming.) And it was a joy to me to find that they had brought back (in a more up-to-date fashion and under a new name) the little hole-in-the-wall barbershop that had so enchanted me in my early days. It’s bigger to a degree, but it’s still down a flight of stairs from the upper area, still with retro posters and paintings and hairstyle photos.

Take a look some time at the “new” Dublin, and hopefully enjoy all the old goodies they’ve brought back, as well as some new ones. Be careful about going into some of the doors, however, as there are some spots that have solid thief doors hanging down a little. You may get your way in; but I was almost trapped inside the local post office. I had to double-click my way out (and discovered that Dublin now has point-to-point teleport disabled).

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The details:

  • Head: LAQ Noelle 3.06 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Hands: Vista Prohands 2
  • Eyes: IKON Hope (Royal)
  • Hair: Tukinowaguma Celia
  • Nails: Astralia nails system
  • Dress: Hucci Beleuli (available at Uber through March 22)
  • Shoes: Hucci Caracol sandals (available at Uber through March 22)
  • Jewelry: Chop Zuey Lala in Love platinum wedding suite; Zuri Rayna Samantha set (necklace, earrings, bracelet); Kunglers Carly ring (ruby)
  • Makeup: alaskametro Space Unicorn set (Omega)

Photographed in the Green Rooster Barber Shop, Dublin

Afterparty   1 comment

Lisavet Darchiev sighed as the door closed behind her and Maks Derbensky, her lover. “Thank God and the saints, we’re home,” she said in Russian, since they were by themselves instead of with American or British friends, and she crossed herself in the Orthodox style. “I love the Oscar ceremony; I love the parties; and I love getting together with Piper. But I think I love most getting home afterwards, so I can put up my poor aching feet!”

Maks chuckled as he locked the last deadbolt and clicked on the door alarm. “You have but to blame your ‘poor aching feet’ on yourself, Liza, and your penchant for stiletto-heeled shoes. And kindly do not tell me, my tsarina, that you’re getting too old for the social rounds. Besides limiting your access to the power brokers and business opportunities in this crazy city, that’s simply no fun at all.”

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Fast Plane Flying   Leave a comment

With a sigh of relief, Lisavet Darchiev turned away from the gateside ticket counter and stepped away toward a nearby coffee shop on the airport concourse. She had already pocketed her ticket and other travel documents in her jacket, had moved everything metallic in her pockets into her carry-on bag, and had passed through the minor hell of the TSA checkpoint with a minimal loss of dignity. Now, with maybe two hours until her flight for Los Angeles boarded, she could get a cup of tea and put herself back together.

And, barring disasters, hijackings and breakdowns, I should make it home in time for the Oscar ceremony. Thanks be to Saints Cyril and Methodius, Saint Basil, and maybe I’ll throw in Francis de Sales, the patron of authors, for good measure. Maks might forgive me for missing the night, but Piper never would … she looks forward to our annual karaoke date every year. The thought made her giggle as she pushed through the doors to the cafe, causing a few heads to turn and glance at her in curiosity.

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Shovel Sand, Not Snow   2 comments

My fellow bloggers all say they enjoy the snow. Me, I look forward to retiring one day so somewhere a tad warmer in the winter than State College, thank you. Not too warm; I don’t want to exchange the freezer of wintertime Pennsylvania for a broiler during the summer. (Who knows? maybe I’d better not worry about it and just live with what I get dealt.) Until I find the ideal place to live, though, at least I can find sandy winter beaches in Second Life. (Like this place, in the Cape Florida sim.)

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Feathers and Shine On the Giant’s Causeway   Leave a comment

In the north of Ireland is a stretch of basalt columns known as the Giant’s Causeway, formed by a volcanic eruption. As the lava cooled while welling up from the ocean floor, it formed itself into hexagonal pillars that stretch out some meters from the actual coast itself. The locals, however, would have it different — they will tell you that the rocks are the remains of a bridge, rubble from the nearby coast which was dropped there by the Irish giant Finn mac Cumhaill to make a road to Scotland, there to fight an enemy. ‘Tis said that, on finding that the Scot was twice as large as he was, he beat a strategic retreat back to Ireland, where he was hidden, disguised as a baby. When the Scot discovered the “baby,” and saw his size, he had to reckon that Finn must be of a monstrous size indeed, and legged it home himself, tearing up the causeway behind him.

We picked up a fragment of the Causeway in Second Life, in a corner of Rustic Retreat, a fantasy-themed region that I investigated today. You can almost imagine giants and fae here ….

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