M is for Myg

Hello dear ones, and welcome back to another edition of Lisa Takao’s Mode Premiere! Today we talk clothes. And when it comes to creating the best wardrobe, always begin by the classics.

If you are looking for a good outfit, if you are looking for a good quality and a fair price, if you are looking for a stylish look or smart casual: check Night&Day first. This tip can save you a lot of time, and money as well–I should follow it myself more often. *grins*

Nyte ‘n Day is a large shop on a private island, featuring some high quality outfits. For the girls who need a business suit:

a comfy outfit or a stylish dress:

or maybe something to wear that will stir the imaginations of one’s object of desire:

The shop itself is very well done, and its a pleasure to wander inside. Prices from 185 to 300 for the most expensive outfits. And they are launching a new accessories line. Ah accessories–the secret of the stylish girl. But that will be another story!

Until then, my dears!

Lisa Takao, Mode Premiere

Damn the god damned Linden updates to fucking hell.

We were fucking booted out of Section 8 again and couldn’t get back. Homeless wanderers we were for awhile then, refugees from a pseudo disaster that sent us scattering like fiery tendrils from an electrical storm.

As I floated, deep talks with Gala had had my head swimming with all kinds of shit. Abused homeless kids, abandoned crack babies and battered women–the kind of tragedy I wanna forget about most of the time and can’t, maybe because of who I am… I don’t really know. I do know that I’m put together to self-fucking-destruct just from all the insane feelings I’ve got, like body slammed over and over again with a the force of the entire collective human saga–the whole fucking catastrophe. Witness to misery is a tough fucking calling, I mean it.

But I’m not sorry for myself, no way. Just describing the sensations so I can get my shit back in the foxhole tomorrow.

Anyway, I needed some time alone and a place to think. I was out of thumbing through Dimi Sobocinski’s FlickR stream, totally intrigued by his collection of snapshots from a place called the Wastelands. I headed over there and wandered around aimlessly for awhile, picking among the scraps and avoiding as many scary looking types as I could.

Then I found this little piece of post-apocalyptic heaven. Maybe it doesn’t look like much to you, but it’s the kind of haunt I’ve been fantasizing about for awhile now. Up above the skyline, yet still firmly rooted to the ground unlike those freakish skyboxes you see floating around. You can survey the whole damned sim and yet feel totally alone.

Not sure when the water tower was constructed, but from the looks of it either the nuclear holocaust of 2017 or the advent of the acid hurricanes did a number on this sim.

As you can tell, this roost has some wear on it. It was the perfect place to sit and think though, and that’s exactly what I did.

Well into the wee hours of the a.m., I parked my ass on the gritty metal floor and just looked around me and you know what I thought?

Damn, I am one lucky sonofabitch. Something like that.

Welcome to the first installment of Mode Premiere, where I’ll be indulging you, my darlings, with inside tips on living well. I live for style, fun and taking the best from life. In every move, every breath, every thought, I am always looking for the best. Now I will share it with you. If you are here, you demand quality, and if you are here, you will find the best. Period. Don’t expect my tips to be cheap. They are not most of the time. Money is so boring anyway. I am not looking for the higher cost but for the fair cost–quality means work, and work deserves a reward.

Today’s menu? Furniture!

If you love contemporary design like me, you’ll love Maximum Minimum! (SLurl)

After a shopping run that included 20 different quality furniture stores, I’m convinced. They are the max with the min–the best quality modern design and a reasonable prim count. Count 20 prims for a sofa:

Or 8 to 10 prims for a table. Check the Lecorbusier sofa and chairs, you wont find better! And while you’re buying that new Nelson Marshmallow Sofa, be sure to check out the ice-cool paintings to accent your high-style home.

It was my birthday, and tensions among my palsies were rising like a tide of sewage erupting from the depths of Philly itself.

Johnny and Gala had a massive falling out, their friendship seemed kablooey ooey.

Gala had given Starr the ole What the Fuck For right in the middle of Tattletales. (This is an older shot from the first night Starr had pissed Gala off, but you get the idea of where this relationship is headed…)

Then I had yet another argument with Ben, too. Probably, in all likelihood, the last argument and the last conversation I’m likely to have with him. Later on, he silently gave me back some things I’d given him, so I’m taking the hint.

Don’t think I wasn’t fuming about it either, because I was. I mean, I never wanted things to turn out so danged badly, but shit, there are some things even I can’t make come out okay. My friendship with Ben in the toilet, that’s a prime example right there. More drama by hitting Read More. Read more

Take a wander over to Sue Stonebender’s blog and read all about Thankfest 2007. It’s tomorrow folks, so spread the word far, wide, and fast.

It looks like we got a party after all! So plan on getting your asses to Section 8 5pm SL time! I’ve got no idea what the hell is gonna happen, but with all of you there, no doubt the shit will go down. Attem.

My fucking birthday is today. I told how sorry I am for myself at the old hitching station mygdala.vox.com.

Keep in mind anyone/everyone, this blog is still suckable. I’m just doing some test posts. The real shit is still at mygdala.vox.com. Beat it.

Nonetheless…I found a rich place today. Colors, textures, details all popped out at me so hard I considered skipping my daily dose of halucinogenics.

I was hunting for furniture and somehow ended up here in these fine pixie woods.  There was a rain storm, an underground cigar bar and a pirate ship.

  

There was even a place to do good.

  I bought, I did, a chair for my loft.

I had to get rid of half my shit in order to fit it, but I don’t care much. I wanted another place to sit in case I wanna have a tea party.