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Archive for December, 2008

Tendonitis, folks

Sorry for the lack of posting and internetting in general. I have painful tendonitis in both wrists. It royally sucks to be on strict bedrest and then not be able to be online! But I did manage to bang out a holidy greeting:

Xmas Card 2008

Hope whatever you do, you have a happy.

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YOU are invited!

Well, the embarrassing thing is that my Rezz Day is actually Monday, not Tuesday. Who knew? I whipped together an invite thinking all along, ah, nvmd. The party is ON for Monday and we are hoping you’ll join us.

2nd Rezz Day Party

Super special top secret shenanigans are anticipated for this event. Two clues: it involves a shotgun and a memory about something that happened last Christmas Eve at Clockwork.

Music by Esteban Moody, Romana Wei, DJ keTchUp and maybe more.

Party starts at 5pm SLT and goes until whenever. We’re convening at our loft in Topgol (bring your lag-proof suits, please.)

Hope you can make it!

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Last Christmas Alone

Last Christmas Alone

I wish this scene could be taking place in my real life, but the truth is this Christmas I’ll either be confined to my bed or if I’m unlucky, confined to a hospital bed. If I’m very unlucky, well I don’t want to consider that possibility out loud so I’m not going to.

I don’t want to complain about it, even though I sometimes do. I am really happy to be pregnant, especially with twins. I secretly always hoped for twins and feel super extra lucky like it’s a wish come true. But it does mean that pregnancy is a bit more complicated for me, but not as complicated as it could be so I’m just glad for that.

Now back to Christmas. I don’t know if we’ll even do a tree this year, which sort of breaks my heart but then if I can’t be downstairs to really look at it what’s the point? I’ve got a nice poinsettia on my dresser right now at least.

We won’t be going anywhere, like every mad Christmas since we met. Normally it’s to my father’s house for a big Christmas eve party, to Alex’s family for Christmas morning and then a 5 hour drive to my mom’s for Christmas dinner, followed by several days of hanging out on her super excellent farm. If it snows, which it rarely does, the scene from the back window would look like this:

Mom's barn in winter

Yes, that’s my RL mom’s place in VA, and yes, it really is all that. But I didn’t grow up there. I had the great luck to grow up in a shitty suburban ranch in central NJ, which was better than it sounds – retrospectively. Think free, public education good enough to get you into an ivy league university and perfect pizza in every strip mall (no Papa Johns or Pizza Hut or Dominoes for chrissakes).

Mom and my stepdad moved after I was out on my own, back when there was a real estate market bangin’ enough to yield such things as a kick ass country place complete with quintessential red barn (Mom’s a realtor). Now they’re just hanging onto what they’ve got, like the rest of us.

But I digress. That’s okay, it’s my blog and I’m still feeling a little crappy today.

Ah, Christmas.

This will be our last holiday without the twinkies, and it will be unusually quiet and non-event-filled for us. I wish we could do something romantic or spontaneous or even just normal with the awareness of an impending huge life changing event. But as it is, we’ll be home alone thinking such thoughts and spooning leftovers in front of Firefly re-runs.

Actually that doesn’t sound half bad.

Hope your holiday plans are shaping up just how you like, whether it’s a low-keyed day filled with television Christmas specials (or the fireplace channel!) or family/friend filled madness involving trekking all over the country.

Have a happy.

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Plod and the Holiday Quest for a Silly but Utterly Cool Bag

I want you to now, I got distracted 73,110.5 times writing this post. I don’t know what to tell you about that, but I wouldn’t read anything into it, like maybe this post is, shall we say, not as interesting as it could be. Don’t think that. Not until after you read it anyway.

So, here is the BIG PRIZE I TOTALLY WON after spending the better part of very late last night poking around at Plod.

Plod Holidy Hunt Prize

It is an utterly silly shoulder bag, one of the truly most useless items one can own in SL. But the silliness and the detail and the style of it – I had to have.

Now I don’t normally do hunts. Why? They are a pain in the ass. They take effort that normally I’d put into, oh, I don’t know, changing socks or turning onto my other side while in lying in bed. In other words, I am lazy (and have a doctor’s note to justify it) and would usually rather plunk down $L for something I want and NOT have to spend a bunch precious time and patience looking around for it. Especially the patience, because I have very little of that to spare. Plus I can’t even find my damn car keys in my own purse. Finding stuff hidden around a sim? Not my idea of a good time.

So with that disclosure, you may be wondering how indeed I did get sucked into the holiday hunt at Plod. It started out innocently. I got a notice from the Boing Frommage group about Elka’s new location at the Plod sim. Now, I own pretty much everything that Boing Frommage has put out, but I was curious to see the new spot so I went for a visit.

I just loved the look of this place. As I get back into content creation, I am in the middle of pondering different design styles in SL, because I am drawn to many different types. But in the end I am the biggest sucker for a good imaginary/storybook or comic book feel. Such as the one captured here:
Kurotsu

This is the inside of a store called – uh oh – I hope I remembered it right – Kurotusubaki. Hoo. Those Japanese stores do NOT make things easy on us poor monolinguals. You can buy a few cute things here, like an animal hat with ears, a few poses, an animated rug. NONE of the cool stuff in this photo, mind you. But I’m blogging it for the build, not the merchandise. (Apologies Kurotsubaki, your merchandise is totally cute, but your build in Plod is what really got me.)

Plod has all the elements of an immersive storybook SL experience. And you know what? That stupid holiday hunt gave me the right “mission” to go exploring. Their products are really whimsical feeling, like the dirty bag I won with a lit miniature Xmas tree and a tiny animated squirrel hanging off of it. The builds are also well worth exploring, and some things you can buy and take with you like this treehouse:

Plod Tree house

So if you are into this kind of style, go take a look. And if you want the bag, be prepared to work for it. You will have to find yourself in some fairly weird places, such as the land of bigass squirrels:
Squirrel's nest

I will say one thing. The people behind Plod are waaaaay into squirrels. I don’t know what that says about them, but don’t be alarmed if you find yourself here staring at a hungry looking bushy-tailed rat that’s 12 times the size of your avatar.

As for hints? I won’t give away too much, but I will tell you that you can find two of the elusive snowmen that you must collect (ten in all) in the last two photos. They are small and only count once. You won’t find any in any stores that are not Plod (another hint!)

So while I normally hate holiday hunts (though I appreciate the creators who work so hard to put the stuff together and make the event happen – kudos to all of you, and it is great marketing, as I did manage to spend a decent amount of $L whilst hunting last night), I have to tell you I had fun. It got me talking to strangers again, something I haven’t done in SL in a long time and seriously one of the more entertaining things to do there.

And the bag! It’s like so cute!

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New to me – Heart Garden Center

Myg in snow

See, I’d bought this very very cute (sorry, Kyoot) hat/hair combo and was wearing my Artilleri coat from last winter, totally edited to fit my big ass belly, and really wanted a spot to do winter pics.

Wandering around, I stumbled to the Heart Garden Center. That link takes you directly to the winter area, where they have adorable lit up trees and things, including Christmas trees, all at totally reasonable prices. If you’re looking to do any outdoor winter scenes, they’ve got snow mounds and stuff like that too. I always went straight to Botanic for any tree/outdoorsy related items, and I still love that place, but this place is definitely worth a romp.

playing in the snow

And romp I did. I was thinking this would be a perfect spot to create a holiday greeting of sorts. If you’d like my pinkified take on this scene, just go there and use a midday setting with a sailor’s delight sky in windlight settings.

That is all.

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Cruel facts of pregnancy

They call it “pelvic rest” but it means orgasms are right out too.

I can’t have any – and I mean any type or variety of sexual activity – because it can start contractions and my risk for preterm labor is too high right now. Did you know nipple stimulation can start contractions? I didn’t. Pity me, pity my husband. Because after the kids get here, well, anyway I don’t want to think about that right now.

appropriateness of belly tattoo

I didn’t take this photo to talk to you all about my pathetic lack of sex, actually. I took it because I noticed that this tattoo (DaVinci) from Truth Hawks actually has a fetus on the belly. Ha!  But looking at this picture made me think of sex. Well, looking at the wall makes me think of sex right now.

Pregnancy, nature’s miracle, is a cruel mistress of irony, indeed.

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Is it February yet?

Hellooooo????

I can promise you, if I make it to February with these two turkeys in the oven we’ll all be impressed. The last couple of weeks have been a little more exciting than you’d like a twin pregnancy to be, what with a couple of hospital stays due to some preterm labor symptoms. I’m not and wasn’t, by the way, in labor. Thank god. But I was in the hospital, and I am on strict bedrest now until, well, until the boys are here. If all goes well, they’re not going to get here for another 10 weeks. If it goes decently, it’ll be another 7. A lifetime and an unconscious blink, all at once.

But guess what? Second Life turns out to be the PERFECT thing to do when you have hours upon hours of time where you can’t do anything but sit your ass in one place!

So over the past few days I have renewed my obsession with building things. I mean all day long staring at the laggy assed screen obsession. Like, trying to keep myself out of SL right now long enough to write this post obsession. Mostly I’ve been making furniture for our loft in Topgol, hopefully that will be tweaked for the store I wanted to open way back in the way back. This has forced me to try to relearn how to make poses for the furniture (hellloo Qavimator and thanks Ana Lutetia for saving my poor head from being cracked open on the corner of my headboard from repeated banging. Not the good kind, either.)

The pose Alex and I are in up there is not of my making – I am nowhere close to that talented. It’s one of the Adore poses by Torrid Midnight and you can grab it at Torridwear. Of course, it’s a much sexier pose if the two avatars are, say, not pregnant and not grimacing.

And by the way, speaking of Alex, you should all go read his piece on identity. It’s rather good and makes you think. That is to say, it’s good if you like to think.

Hey! I might start posting regularly here again!

Seriously, Second Life might be saving my brain from serious stir craziness. And that just rocks.

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