Unecessary Post (Redundancy)

An inherent urge to blog overcame, however a subject on which to scribble remains in haze.

RL has been too intense to really enjoy SL much lately, so there's that. Is that a subject? Kind of defeats the purpose of an SL blog if the only theme conjured is how RL overwhelms SL.

[end pointless diversion]

Fellowship Construction Zone

Carved into the secretive hills of a corner to oblivion a project is underway. The sawing and hammering noise breezes away toward sea, audible only to waterlogged mammals.

The building is a canned scream, a whimper, a whisper. It imposes with an unemotional shrug. The horror has yet to take place, yet occurred so long ago.

In the highest perch a light blinks alive.

Screw It

I tried to post something about the new land, including pictures, and all the blah. My publishing skills require much attention, for it all came out horrid.

So yeah, this avie acquired land and started building stuff. This avie's friend Ariel acquired adjacent land and intends to launch stuff onto my land. It should be a riot.

Pictures exist, but in the hopes to not burst a blood vessel in my face, they shall remain omitted.

Just Sayin'

SL is a bizarre and wonderful thing.

Alt Derangement Syndrome

I have an alt. I never bring him out, though. But I have an alt.

Somewhat recently I was loitering around a conversation involving distrust of alts. Not entirely out of order, this distrust, but it's still a chin tapper.

Simply having an avatar in Second Life makes one an alt. Second Life. If you're concerned that someone you meet is being inauthentic due to having or being an alt, then perhaps you should take a sharp survey of your own avatar.

Does it look just like you? Behave just like you? Shop just like you?

No. Well, sometimes close. But overall, no.

We're only afraid of being conned because we're all already cons. It's a dry pill. It may get stuck in your esophagus. Be patient, drink more water. It'll dissolve in a moment.

Barrio

Last night was a fine night for la Vida Segunda. I hung out with these two lassies for a spell on Hallelujah Azul. It's been a while since I've seen Angie. She was drenched with sass and class. So perfectly Angie.

Cat is always a sunny treat. She's my SL cousin. One cannot overdose on Ms. Catalina Mistwallow. She's like cabbage, or something healthier.

We didn't seem to do a whole lot, other than loiter like chulos. But that's how it goes. No need for setting mixes when your company supercedes the landscape.

Later on Ariel poofed in, others showed, madness ensued. As recalled, there were neck bolts, floating brains, brain-laced ice cream, cracked skulls seeping brains, cannons shooting brains, and other brain related tomfoolery.

I must admit, I get a little distracted when too much craziness erupts. It's not a bad thing, I just have a simple mind. But, in zoning out I befriended Samantha, who seems to be a safe bet on decent personality. So, bounus there.

As we wind this post down it feels as if it lacks the proper hit of cynicism and wit.

The sharp edges aren't dull, just covered in plush sheath.

Fingers Tapping

See, this is why I don't go keeping blogs all willy-nilly. It's really hard to think of anything interesting on which to dispatch regularly.

This could be a blog about a good friend that recently disappeared. She must be having a less than lovely time, and best wishes are sailed her way. Hopefully a pleasantry will drip into her coffee this morning, and she can sip it, swallow, and be merry... at least until the mug dries.

What else? Yeah. Compelling. Just try to look the other way.

Hey! That was a joke, don't actually do it!

Too late. Guess I'll just go watch The Price is Right.