Changes…..

When we met, Bramble lived in a simple but lovely whitewashed Greek house on a Sim that perfectly summed up the feeling of August on a Greek Island.
Sadly the Sim closed.
Way back then I was having a tough time but I have very fond memories of time spent in that house during which I found out what a lovely kind, caring man Bram is.
The Castle is lovely, great fun and beautifully made but at over 600 prims, furnishing etc was always a juggling act.
That, coupled with a love of Greece, a fancy for change and a desire for a bit more prim-flexibility took us on a search for a Greek Villa.
I landscaped over the weekend and placed the key components.
Much more to be done but here is the story so far.

The Crooked House…

Fly in the Ointment….

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Hmmmmm, always a fly in the ointment!
I LIKE Opera, I LIKE this blog format, I certainly don’t wish to get any deeper into Google’s files, they have enough!!
Either the blog or the browser needs to change.
I’m open to suggestions here people.

Fun…..

As Autumn Approaches…

It’s been a while since I last posted here and to be honest, a lot has been going on in my R/L.

The issue that provoked the “worm-turning” post, thankfully resolved, or at least on the pathway and as it’s summer I’ve been off having some fun and catching up with friends too.

I’m not sure what the Autumn holds; as it’s back to work for me I guess it’s also back to falling asleep at the keyboard “Hellooooo, are you there, anyone awake?” being a large part of my late-night conversation – I’ve had whole dialogues with Bram with us each dozing between sentences! Now the adult in me chides “Don’t be silly woman – get some sleep!” but at that hour of the night my inner child is in control and screaming “No nap!! No nap!!” like an overtired two-year-old.

I realised I’ve been in the Tree-Castle a year now, do I want to stay? Do I use the land or just need the prims? Could I remodel so we get more use from the place? I’m certainly getting very prim-picky and of course on that front there are all the new tech developments. I wouldn’t call myself a builder but I have built a few things – perhaps enough of a toe in the water to realise the enormity of what I DON’T know. I DO know there are changes afoot in the tech side of stuff and I’ve spent enough time doing “just one more edit” to see exactly what this is driving at.

I do know one thing, being a creature of habit, I tend to cruise the same haunts – I need some new ones so I’ll be doing some showcase and profile raiding and hopping around a bit, all suggestions welcome.

Worm-turning Day…

I try to see the best in people.
Ok I’m not naive, no doormat, but when people disappoint I’m the one making excuses for them, trying to smooth things over, giving space, chances for the right thing to happen.
I won’t bore anyone with the details but tonight (R/L) I had my wake up call. I reached the point of no excuses, no space…..see, it was my turn to be walked over, my goodwill thrust back at me and without detail, it hit me in a most vulnerable place.
I am deeply pissed off.
In the absence of chocolate I’ve had to make do with gin.
So, a new me dawns – now I look after me, my interests – time to be selfish, no longer on the receiving end of the selfishness of others – let THEM do the “understanding”, the making of allowances (for me!)

Inventory Offer From….

I was intrigued and had to log on to see..

…even more puzzled I thought I had been sent a picture of the stink monster from Spirited away

…then I remembered the conversation…

Ooo u look weird
Me 😕
Hair, clothes, and weirldy eyeballs!!!! but no skin

Second Life – wonderful place!!

Gripes….

At the risk of sounding a bit pissy (Oh WTF – it’s my blog anyway!), there are a few things that are bugging me atm.

Now that we can choose names seeing who is online is becoming a bit of a minefield!

First you have the hieroglyphics that gravitate to the top of your list – thankfully I only have a few of these and can remember who they are.

Then you have the completely enigmatic – “Remembrance of Things Past…..is online” flashing on-screen really? Am I going to look up a profile to work out who that is?

Then you have the ones who started with a “normal” name, change to a normal name….but then change again to another unrelated normal name, each permissible time-frame!

I had an instance last week where a very old friend wanted to test out a kidnap anim. His chat tab gave his regular name, while I was waiting for him to accept my teleport this guy started chatting to me. Before I could do my “waiting for my friend” bit, I realised it was my friend – confused? Sure was!

While I’m on a rolling rant, another thing that bugs me (and yes, I realise I may upset a friend or two here but, hell, it’s just my view right?)

You are having a quiet evening somewhere, a blue box pops up for a club event, you dismiss it…

        …THEN…

                  …within seconds, group chat splatters the same thing across your viewing screen! Really guys, I want to stay in touch with events……BUT!!

Confession…

Please don’t laugh at this but I killed a spider.

I hate spiders, they freak me out in varying degrees according to size and movement and I can tell you that a very large spider avatar reduced me to a quivering wreck on a couch in S/L once.
Having said all that, I don’t kill them. There are 2 reasons for this.

1. I don’t kill things, not earwigs, not ants (no, not even when they grow wings and swarm), well ok, maybe I don’t count mosquitos in this but I don’t kill other things.
2. My partner has a big issue with spiders being killed (an ancient family story of his which I respect) and he is consequently more than happy to escort them to safety. In fact I can’t remember killing a spider since I met him until now.

There was one on the bedroom ceiling the other day, on approach the crafty thing dropped like a stone, as they do. “It’s gone” he said “It bloody well isn’t!” I thought.

Well my rescuer is not here and it, or one of it’s brethren, just showed up. On the floor? the ceiling? across the room? Nooooo of course not. On the bedside table that abutts my mattress, inches from my elbow. Long front leg-type too so I knew there wouldn’t be much time (and I didn’t have my wine glass and postcard kit to hand). There was a mug nearby and……well it’s done. I would have preferred putting it outside but knew if it ran, I couldn’t sleep in my bed   – it or me! I still feel bad though.

Welcome to Immersion…….

You are watching a fim on TV……
It reaches one of those black-cat-in-a-coal-hole moments where you can’t see what’s going on…..
You reach for the remote……
World > Environment Settings > Midday ……

……Oh!!! 😦