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Easy Street   Leave a comment

Easy Street is the place most of us … especially the ones who live paycheck to paycheck … dream of landing on, as did our parents and grandparents. Here in Second Life, Easy Street is easier to find; one place is a group of sims that includes Casablanca Bay.

Jumo came out with a gown a few weeks ago that would be perfect for anyone living on Easy Street in RL. I missed blogging about it while it was at the May round of Sense; but it has made it to June’s store, and can be picked up there.

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: LAQ Ana 3.05 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Hands: Vista ProHands 2
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Truth Caralisa
  • Gown: Jumo Bijou
  • Shoes: N-core Delicious
  • Jewelry: Fortuna Fang necklace and earrings
  • Eyeshadow: Jumo Foxie (Omega, slot 2)
  • Lipstick: Zibska Rava (Omega, slot 2)
  • Nails: La Boheme Gilt Weave Gold (Omega, slot 8)

Teleport to Casablanca Bay

Posted June 7, 2019 by Jem Sternhall in Fashion

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Wowzers!   Leave a comment

So many choices, so few lindens in my wallet!

Wearing Gilda black by Valentina e.; Pure Gold skin by Fallen Gods; jewelry by EarthStones; May Rose hair by rezology. Photographed at Zibska main store.

Posted May 31, 2019 by Morgan Vanderzwaan in Arts, Fashion

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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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Under the Tuscan Sun   Leave a comment

… Stone houses, terrace walls, city walls, streets. Plant any rose and you hit four or five big ones. All the Etruscan sarcophagi with likenesses of the dead carved on top in realistic, living poses must have come out of the most natural transference into death they could imagine. After lifetimes of dealing with stone, why not, in death, turn into it? …

Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun
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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.

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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

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Club Rendezvous   1 comment

Sitting in the bar of the restaurant, waiting for her friend to show up for their dinner date, Zana Sherman sipped at a Saurian brandy, and smiled to herself a little. She had been reading a book published some 2,000-plus years ago, assigned by her current literature professor, and one section applied quite nicely to sitting in a bar —

The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.

She smiled more, and wondered if a “Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster” would have more effect on a cyborg’s brain than normal alcoholic beverages.

In the end, though, she was content with her brandy, and the companionship of a good friend … a hard thing for her to find, as the fame of her mother, Ariel Sherman, tended to encourage the approach of chancers. True friends were valued by all the cyborgs, but especially by the Sandhara-Sherman clan, with its standing in terms of wealth, fame and Republic society.

I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Deluxe Rachel 1.0 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Hands: Vista ProHands 2
  • Skin: Fallen Gods Pure Gold
  • Eyes: NeurolaB Inc. Cyber Eyes EX-5 2.0
  • Hair: Amacci Nilla
  • Dress and shawl: Loris Loren V-Style
  • Shoes: KC Couture Adalia
  • Jewelry: Caroline’s Jewelry diamond solitaire necklace (gold); GeWunjo Nicol earrings
  • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl Dalya (Akeruka, slot 8)
  • Lipstick: Zibska Rava (Omega, slot 14)
  • Nails: La Boheme Industrial Brass (Omega, slot 3)

Photographed at the Waterfall Cafe (Brody region)

Quote from Douglas Adam’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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