Ouch!

Never put your baby up for sale on Craigslist for ten thousand dollars.

But, if you are going to do it, at least don't put down your own cell phone number as a main contact!


Lawl


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Avatars, bleh!

I decided yesterday that I wanted to try out a new look in Second Life. Nothing to do with clothes because I have a decent sized inventory that's filled up with clothing but.. A new face, a new shape. So I set out to do just that. Maybe its just me in thinking that my face is actually fine, my entire avatar is fine, but a new look wouldn't hurt, maybe I could come up with something better.

Anyways, my problem is that I can't make a face for the life of me. The body I can do just fine, its the face. I tweak and tweak, but nothing seems to work. I don't want to make a carbon copy of myself, I want something different. I went taller, a bit thick in the right places, though while I do realize that if I have to go taller, I wouldn't do well with a small head, which my avatar has right now. So when I make the head bigger, it just starts to look all wonky to my eyes at least.

So, I came to the final conclusion, I'll just keep my avatar shape the way it is and just adjust small things here and there, hell.. or leave it alone entirely. I wish I had that skill that most people have when fixing their avatars, though some people actually wind up looking as if their eyes are popping out of their heads. Too bad I don't have a picture of that guy I've seen the other day, poor bastard had his eye opening set to max and it looked like he was permanently scared.

Getting Laid and Getting Paid: A tribute

Whether you're a new person joining upon Second Life (tm), or an random figure browsing those single words and all accustomed to it, and decided.. 'Hey, let me join this fun game, its free!', you will be introduced to.. *drumrolls*

*and rolling*
*and rolling*

.. SEX. *hushed gasps and whispers*

What? Don't believe me? As soon as you log into that place, get a nice lil' friend to get you situated and looking fashionably trendy, the last place they'll take you to is XCITE. Wanna know what that is? They sell talking snatches and meat rods to spam your screen with supposedly delicious messages on how you feel and how you just had an orgasm because your partner clicked a thousand times. But I digress. Sex. It's there, and there's a lot of it.


Working class women! This is my ode to you!

-Whether you're pencil thin, you just can't seem to get away from all the men who want to smex up your avatar. But no worries, lady, you need to walk like a superstar and the only way you can do that is to lay the next prospective gent who whispers 'Hey Baby' into your IMs!

-You think that just because you have the small hips and the big boobs, everyone wants your pixels. You'd go so far to saying outloud how long you sucked your husbands dick last night, or spent five amazing hours playing hide the XCite cock into various orafices that you couldn't imagine doing in real life! Guys hear you! Guys get turned on! Hey! Get a job of it! They like that stuff!

-You just happened to spruce up your pixels, a Big Mac Meal gone right. You got the swagger and the locks that'll make all the people out there turn their heads and beg on where you got such a slutty avatar. You even photoshopped up your picture so that you can get more clicks and requests for sex, good on you mate! You scored five hundred lindens by writing elaborate descriptions on how you teabagged yourself on a prim peen!

So here's to you, Second Life milk maiding, dick nippled having, prim cock packing and jacking, tentacle loving escort! Keep making that money! Lord knows you couldn't find a better way to support your hair and shoe habit!


fin

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Complication

"The world simply does not care for the complicated women. The ones who seem too dark, too deep, too vibrant, too opinionated. The ones who are so intriguing that new men fall for them every day. Most, in the end, don't quite have the stomach for that much person."

I'd like to think myself a complicated woman. I'm relatively intelligent, kind, smart, opinionated, and intriguing. Now, bring all of those aspects that are listed in the above quote and slap that person dead in the epicenter of Second Life (tm).

Where the bloody hell does she fit? Let's go through the common lists.

1. Strip Clubs: Knowing her, she'll feel that she's too good to be on stage, shaking her prim ass. But then again, she'll feel that she's the best looking bitch up there and no one else should be tipped but her. This woman spent oodles of hours upon her avatar, days even, months.. and she still hasn't perfected its beauty which makes her a beauty herself ;) She.. does not fit in a strip club.

2. Escorting Services: This woman has the baddest, most tasteful picture out there. She could be fully clothed and still turn heads on an ad. But, no one will purchase her, she will never make money. In fact, even if she did get an offer, she'd decline. No, she won't work as an escort.

She may can do something with herself in Second Life (tm), if she's a DJ or a Host, but that's as far as she goes in that department. She may even be bold enough to create things in Second Life to sell.

The roleplaying scene.

Its sometimes hard to find intelligent, well rounded women in SL Gor. Being that they're either cold blooded killers, or Mistresses who actually RUN and PAID for that city. But, as a player? Noo, you probably won't see her afoot.

But what you will see is those simpering idiots who are probably really fourteen years old anyways, and playing on an adult server. One well known man.. or should I say boy.. was actually caught and issued a statement: 'You probably are playing on the wrong second life. Please submit an age verification..'

Yeah, and those simpering idiots of women probably screwed that guy from high hell and back and now are sitting on their asses and shaking, waiting for the bomb to drop (arresting! Child enticement! Illeeegaaal!)

No, well rounded women are aware of that, that men who are playing as men in Second Life (tm) could possibly have found their dads picture, or a picture of an older brother or a man on the internet to slap within their profiles to make it seem as if they are the 'real deal'. Real women would know that not everything as is it seems.

Adult women would also know how to actually speak. Would you see them typing like a chronic asthmatic? Nope. Would you see them using words like.. 'ppl' 'u' 'ur' 'nao' 'nuu'.. when speaking to someone who could possibly advance their business, name, image? No. Would you see them wearing too big boobs, dick nipples and trolling free sex simulators? Nope. They already know what they want, when they want it, and can possibly get it. Chances are, these women are single, or their mens are already playing second life right at their side OR.. from afar. ;)

Real women are complicated. Real women are beautiful. Good bless the man who finds a real woman who would settle for NOTHING less.

Wow..

This picture is worth a thousand words.

What makes it so bad is, I could have sworn she had one of those tummy talker things. But it said twins.

So maybe the babies were coming out of her boobs.


I dunno man, I just dunno..

Oh my god

So the morning started off well, chores were all done, kids gone to school, I do my daily thing of logging into Second Life for the morning before I hit the streets for my walks. I visit a Sim. One that shant be named to protect the owner of the establishment.. and I talk to him for a bit. He's a pretty nice character, if he had an AO, he'd be walking smex. I should tell him that. So, I jump into character to wander around, test the waters, see what this man had created. And he approaches. And boy, can he write. He was polite, elegant, gracious...

...So this lady teleports in. I think she doesn't belong, and since I was having attachment issues, I politely let her know that she was nude. She said she knew that, and that she was a naturalist. Cool! That rocked, he allowed it on the sim. Who am I to diss someones Second Life (tm) choices? I mean hell, I totally dig the weird and inane, look at the way I dress sometimes? The hair that I wear to the many prims that adorn my avatars body..

So, the roleplay continues, but not for the nudist, she's spamming her ass off. So, a bandit comes by, her breasts were out and she was in silks. Hardly what a bandit wears in my book. Usually, they're dressed and armed, concealed. Not this lady, big uneven tits. Roleplay went down the hill, so I branched myself off, to explore more and see the sights. That's what I came there for yes? But, I guess my mistake was, actually running away from them.

So, I stop at a spot, the bandit flies over and asks if I needed help, I said no, but I needed to go AFK to check my breakfast. Which I did. Yummy noodles!

When I come back, I find this...


[7:08] Nudist: Sweety, that makes you look wierd
[7:08] Bandit: lol
[7:08] Native: Greetings.
[7:08] Bandit: wait shes afking at the moment
[7:09] Bandit: she said shell brb
[7:09] Nudist: ok
[7:09] Native: Bandit, what did you want to show me, hun?
[7:13] Bandit: look how she moves Nudie

So yeah, I'd start off with a joke that says, "There's a Nudist, a Bandit, and a Native.." But this wasn't funny. And yes, the names are protected to prevent flaming, though I shouldn't even give them that.

[7:13] Bandit: we are from gor you tell me man or woman
[7:14] Nudist: can only say she must like it from the rear
[7:14] Bandit: we know the difrence
[7:14] Bandit: lmao
[7:14] Bandit: see Native
[7:14] Bandit: told yea
[7:14] Me: Well, that wasn't nice -.-

Usually I would walk away from the jerks, but I'm sure they would have followed me. But if you don't understand whats going on now, read further.

[7:14] Bandit: well you a man or woman
[7:14] Native: Welcome!
[7:15] Me: Whats the difference?
[7:15] Native: If you do not know, it does not matter either way.
[7:15] Me: No no, I seriously want to know why it would matter..
[7:15] Native: sorry, we mean no disrespect. You are entitled to your privacy.
[7:15] Bandit: just wondering is all
[7:16] Native: Not to us - recently had someone here who hid his gender. Did not turn out well.

At least the Native used proper grammar.

[7:17] Me: So just because my avatar flops all over the place and bends about my gender is in question? >.<
[7:17] Native: Can you go on voice?
[7:17] Nudist: i truly could care less
[7:17] Native: easier to talk that way.
[7:18] Bandit: ok im sorry hun just wondered ok
[7:18] Nudist: i think she's overdressed

So, in other words, they want me to go on voice, probably so that people can find out if I'm really a man or a woman. And if you really have to ask.. you'll be saddened to know that I'm really a genderless loch ness monster. -.-

[7:18] Me: I'm not getting on voice, I don't do voice chat, sorry. And the disrespect was already had when you said I must have liked it up the bum.. that was just rude and wrong.

After which, the Native apologized, and I told them, it was rude and wrong. Very rude and wrong to approach people especially IF the sim in question isn't theirs and it wasn't their right. And so, being the nice person that I am, I walked off. Logged the conversation, and sent it to the sim owner. Yeah, I'm a bitch. He admitted though that they were a bit simple, hopefully they'll learn. But damn, there goes my morning. Just when I thought I ran into all of the idiots of that place, SL (tm) had to go and show me something new.

UPDATE:

Haha, stupid bandit apologized! I'm cracking up!

SL life has gone down the shitter

... Not really!

Well I thought it did, but no.. it didn't. Anyways, I thought about going out into the world tonight, put my shoes on, grabbed my smokes, went outside and came back in. It was raining. So what do I do? Pop right back onto Second Life. The younglings were content and didn't want me to mess wit their toys, so I started to play with my own toy.. the loverly computer!

In today's episode of Second Life, I went to an event at Land of Dissonance, it was pretty fun, I sat and watched my group of friends make fun of each other, I added in my bit of commentary, then went to a second event at Sugar Coma. I realize that wow.. just because someone has a cute avi, and everyone thinks so because they voted for that cute avi, they get at least close to five frickin dollars. That's enough for a big mac at McDonalds. I figure if I make a high paying ammount of cash, I'll go out and spend it on something really cool.. like a big mac.

My figurings are with the amount of people actually going to said clubs, the people that work there that get paid, the hosts, dj's, dancers, possible escorts.. the manager gets a cut. And they do shows from.. Wednesday to Saturday. I wonder if that's enough to pay their land tier, and have a little bit of cash on the side. OR, do they give back to the people who actually participate and have fun.

Who knows?

So far, I think the biggest designers in the game have one up on the club owners, but then again, I actually stumbled into a club that had like, close to 40 people there. Not to mention, I found a live japanese show that had twice as many people as a normal club does. So a person could imagine how much money they made there. Anyways, I can't even begin to figure all of that mess out, so I'll just stick to my little small time business in hopes that I'll get somewhere.

Yay me!

Another real life incident, oh my!

I like to think that I'm a relatively decent person. I'm not the end all and be all of course, and I'm definately not a saint. But for some reason, this event is sticking out in my head more often than others.


So me and my two friends at the time, Christine and David, and my ex Jason were out, just driving around, we decided to go to Denny's to get something to eat. Naturally, I had to pay for it all since I was the only one with a job then, and we had this really cute waiter. He was gay, but.. he was still cute demmit! Anyways, across from us.. well, behind me and across from Christine and David, were a group of college students, probably out after a night of drinking and eating. They paid for their food without actually cashing it in, tip and all. It was a fifty dollar bill.

So they dared me to go get it, and usually I was the 'dare girl', the idiot who would just go out and do something without regard just to impress the people she's around. So I did it. And I put the money in my pocket and refused to give it up. So when the waiter came back to pick up the money, he looked around.. and he freaked. Everytime he said 'Oh my god' and 'someone help', I died a little inside, and I couldn't stand it.

So they wanted to put the extra money down as a tip to make it seem like we're doing him a favor, and knowing Christine and David, they wouldn't have done shit. They would have kept that money and kept walking, and LET me think that they let the man have his earnings. That's the way I felt about it. The man actually kept doing his job though, he kept serving and tried to put on a happy smile, but you could actually see that he was a little messed up because he think people bailed without paying.

I was doing myself in from a serious guilt trip, I couldn't even eat. They kept telling me to give them the money, and I just ignored them and forced whatever food I ate down, acted like I didn't even hear them. I sat there, and I saw him walk past towards the bathrooms, so I got up and said I needed to go. I followed the man right into the mens room, and said..

'Excuse me?'

And he said.. "Yes? You aren't supposed to be in here.."

It was cute, I pulled him into the stall and whispered to him, and I got all quiet because I know my ex followed a few minutes after to see where I was. Anyways, I explained to him what happened, told him what they wanted me to do and how they wanted it done. So I handed him the money over and told him that I am -so- sorry, and I couldn't go through with it. I think I was almost in tears that night. He thanked me constantly, not THAT way you freaks, but holding my hand and bowing and saying.. 'Thank you' every time he saw me, and I felt good.

Christine, David, and my ex were pissed, I know that. They gave me the dirtiest looks that entire night and refused to talk to me when we got in the car. I really didn't care.. I know I did the right thing, it felt right and it felt good.

As I said, I'm not the best person.. I might even wind up in hell eventually, but.. I needed to get that off of my chest. :)

Constellation and Quotes

I found this quote on a web comic site, and I thought it should be up here.

'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.

Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds. '


Also, I thought that this was a good read..

Corvus - The Raven

"What matter if I wait only a few days until the fruit ripens?" the raven asked itself. And it waited. When the fruit ripened the raven then stayed several more days eating the fruit until it was all gone. He then filled the cup with fresh spring water but realized that his master would be angry for the long delay. Then he noticed a water-serpent nearby and grasped it in his claws. So with cup in mouth and serpent dangling from his claws, the raven flew up to Heaven. He explained to Apollo that the serpent had attacked him and that is what caused the delay.

Apollo was not taken in by the lie. And he was so angry with the bird that he flung him, cup and serpent out of Heaven. Today we see them together in the sky as Crater- the Cup, and Corvus - the Raven, perched on the serpent's back. This myth gave rise to two alternate manes for Corvus as a constellation: Avis Ficarius, or "the Fig Bird," and Emansor, or "One Who Lingers Too Long." For the Greeks, this story explains why, of all birds, the raven does not carry water to its young.

(I find it simply amazing how people can deduct such things and the mannerisms of nature in the olden times, I suppose that's why I'll willingly say that I'm not comfortable with saying that I'm a certain religion. Everything fascinates me, and encourages me to study more.)

Libra - The Scales

Eventually the stars of Libra came to represent the Golden Chariot of Pluto. The story of Pluto's abduction of Persephone is a widely known Greek myth, perhaps because it has such a strong astronomical association. Hades was a brother of Zeus and of Poseidon; he was usually ignorant of the happenings of the Upperworld, only emerging rarely from his dark kingdom.

It was considered imprudent and dangerous to mention the names of certain gods and goddesses. Thus the Furies, or Cronies, were called Eumenides (Kindly Ones), and Hades was called Pluto (Rich One). His golden chariot was pulled by four jet-black horses. While he used the chariot to periodically visit the Upperworld, in order to seduce a beautiful nymph, he rarely wished the relationship to last. Until he saw Persephone, the daughter of Demeter and Zeus. When he took Persephone back to Tartarus, the deepest part of Hades, the Upperworld would change forever.

Deep beneath the Earth, he owned all its mineral riches, but his favorite possession was a gift from the Cyclopes: a helmet that rendered him invisible. Demeter was the sister of Zeus and Hades, and one of the most important of goddesses as she was responsible for Agriculture, and all growing things. Hades is so enamoured by the beauty of Persephone, he wants her for his own, so takes her by force down to his kingdom, where she becomes the Queen of the Underworld. Demeter mourns for her lost daughter and begs the other gods for help. So Theseus and Peiritheus descend into Hades in search of Persephone, but are unsuccessful. In fact, they are held captive by Hades, and Heracles is sent to rescue them. He can only manage to bring back Theseus; Peiritheus is condemned to remain forever in Hades.

Demeter is so distraught about the loss of her daughter she neglected her godly duties and no seeds sprouted. A vast drought spreads throughout the Upperworld. Zeus becomes vexed, for he is owed a certain tribute, and if the drought continues his tribute will not be forthcoming. Some accounts give Zeus a more noble reason for acting on his sister's behalf: that he empathizes with Demeter and wishes to rectify her loss. In any event, he convinces his brother Hades to give up Persephone, so that the Upperworld can again become green and lush.

Zeus rules that she must forever divide her time between the Upperworld and the Underworld; four months out of the year she must stay with her husband, while the rest of the year she may visit her mother, in the Upperworld. Thus every year the world retreats briefly into a cold and forbidding place, until the 21st of March, when Persephone is allowed to emerge from the Underworld, bringing Spring with her.

The Devil's Back is My Playground

I think there comes a point in time where most people find that there's absolutely nothing to do when sitting at the computer. Sometimes staring at the screen gets to me. I'm by no means tired of living 'la vida loca' on Second Life(tm), but once you know all, you've seen all.. nothing suprises me.

I guess what I'm saying is, that I'm frickin' bored! I sit, I stare, I don't wait for people to log on because chances are when they do, I'll probably not say a damn thing because my mind is else where. I'm not ragging on my friend by all means, but jesus christ. I'm bored!

I can't stress that enough it seems. And since I have absolutely nothing to do today, I may as well wind up taking a nap.

As the title says, the Devil's back is my playground, eventually that'll become true. Soon enough, there'll be something out there to get my ass into trouble that I probably can't get out of, and it all stemmed from me having nothing else better to do with my free time. I'm hoping for one of those days where my free time becomes limited, and I'll have something else to take on as a hobby. Not latch hooking, god.. that'll bring me back to my elementary school years.

I thought of building something pretty neat, but my creative juices are sapped. When my creative juices are sapped, I can't even roleplay, and naturally.. me being who I am, my willingness to go out into the virtual world to meet new people has taken a toll too. I'm comfortable with who I know and who I talk to, don't get me wrong, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I think this is probably why I don't want to meet new people either. I got all that I need.

Now, what I seek is simple tasks, something or someone to awaken that creative side in me so that I could actually write something, build, draw, create.. peddle whatever strikes my fancy. Lately, my days have been reduced to scanning Wiki, or looking up major constellations and learning about science and the stars. (I recently took an 8th grade science test. I actually got 11/12 right. Imagine that!) I thought that I'd find nothing that'll take me away from Youtube, but yeah.. definately wikipedia. Its the pits!

The Devil's Back is my playground, someone kick me off of that ruse and find me a damn muse! Hey! I rhymed!