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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.
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:
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:
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:
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!No comments
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.
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.No comments
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.
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.No comments
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.No comments
Here in the state’s it’s Thanksgiving, and we’ll all celebrate by buying the largest damned turkey we can carry without back support and serving it up for our friends and folks. Then we’ll fall asleep in front of the television, feeling slightly ill from way too much food and drink. When we wake up, we’ll do it again for either dinner or a late night snack, and fall asleep plumped up and bloated. It’s the American way.
There are a number of things about this pic that are fiction. First of all, I am on strict bedrest now after a short stint in the hospital (I’m fine, the babies are fine too), so I won’t be serving Alex any damned bird. Second of all, even if I wasn’t, I can’t cook a turkey anymore than it could cook me. Alex is the birdman. I do the salads, soups and sauces. And lastly, I do not own a Thanksgiving dress, but rest assured if I did, it would be orange and I would probably layer it over something totally inappropriately matched, such as the grey and black striped shirt I have on here.
On that note, I hope you all have a totally wonderful day with loved ones, and may you sleep soundly through every commercial!No comments
Well, the rumors are true. I, Mygdala March, am going to be somebody’s mother.
It’s perfectly true, and I’m talking about REAL LIFE knocked up, not just a wacky avatar role play thing with gruesome prim babies. Nothing against wacky avatar role play stuff, seriously. It would be really great if I could relegate my tremendous back pain to the realm of the digital, but sadly all the discomfort that goes along with the condition is mine in the physical world as well.
Actually to be accurate, I’m going to be two somebodies’ moms. Wow – what’s the correct grammatical structure of a sentence like that? In any case, that means I’m having twins. Twin boys.
They should be here in February, but because they are twins it’s hard to predict exactly when. Depends on how much space they have in there I think. (And by the way, if you’re interested in following the gritty real world adventures of my pregnancy, you are welcome to do so at http://wisermom.org.)
I had to write something about my new shape – the prygnant Myg, because in the past I’ve been rather vocal about NOT having a SL shape that was closer to a RL shape. I summed it up this way:
You are you every day. Don’t you want a chance to be someone, well, different? In some way?
Well guess what was happening? I would log in and see myself in this shape that was so far off from the real one I have been grappling with, it didn’t feel like me anymore. I had lost my attachment to it, if that makes sense. Since I’ve been pregnant I don’t spend much time in SL anymore. I think reality these days has been fairly engrossing, and I’ve not had much left over for SL. So when I do go in, it’s usually just to see people I want to see. It suddenly became important to me to share what was going on in my real world with my friends in the virtual world. And it became necessary for me to see some representation of that reality on the screen in front of me.
So, there you have it. And now I get it. SL can and should be a lot of things to a lot of people, and what it is can change for the same person over time, as it has for me. Maybe I’ll remember that in the future and keep my mouth shut before making sweeping generalizations about what SL should be.
But I doubt it! After all, I’m still Myg. I’m just, you know, pregnant!No comments
Alex has done SL the favor of a long-ass but well argued and thought out post on why (biological) women in SL have trouble meeting (biological) men in SL. Includes stats!
He is far more scientific about the matter than I am, so you’ll probably be much better off reading what Alex has to say than listening to me mouth off. Consider yourselves saved! (Of course, I did get a word or two in the comments.)
Highly recommended reading.No comments
I haven’t been real mobile lately, but I’d gotten up off the couch long enough for a stretch in some terrific moonlight, when something caught my eye.
Not that I hadn’t sort of suspected something was funny about that bright sky.
I felt the kicking inside and then I just knew.4 comments