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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

Kia Kaha Stopover   Leave a comment

A quick visit here for me. I was trying to get this up much earlier on Friday, before this week’s Fifty Linden Fridays finished up, but didn’t make it. The skirt and wrapped sweater, however, are from Caboodle, and I think they’re part of a standard set of separates, so you can still get them — just not at the sweet L$ 50 price.

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5 Bento
  • Body and hands: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Truth Yelena
  • Nails: SlackGirl Cheila
  • Outfit (all by Caboodle): Camille skirt and tied sweater (Azure); Mirja crop top and bra; Elia boots
  • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl LilZara (Akeruka, slot 2)
  • Lipstick: Zibska Tamsen (Omega, slot 5)

Photographed in Kia Kaha region

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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