O Hai U Liek Mai Nu Lookz?

I had been away from Second Look for almost two months, and in the meantime it done upgraded itself beyond the capabilities of my laptop. I’m now in the process of getting a desktop system set up, as my partner Rock Fall and I have a collection of computer parts down in his lair.

So far, my new system is VERY barebones made up of stuff lying around unused, and I seem to be very short of memory, so we’re waiting for that to arrive via shipment. It may be that I have to crack loose with the ducats for a brand new barebones system. I enjoy socializing online and I’ve missed hanging out chatting and indulging my passion for quality freebies.

Tonight’s look was found at OnREZ – kimono by HIPPO with the sword from A+U Creations’ adorable Tiny Samurai Outfit.

The Siamese kitty is of course by So very kawai desu, neh? So funny watching myself whirl around on my head to the music, using a Tiny Critters dance gadget.

The larger issue (ironic in a post about being a tiny for a while) is…. why?

Because it’s fun to be able to be anything I want, look the way I want. I don’t really have a lot of options in RL: I’m just not interested in struggling with clothes that don’t fit or flatter, or wearing makeup that might get in my eyes and bug me. And don’t get me started about shoes and boots that don’t feet or feel comfortable.

In Second Life, anything is possible – whimsy, satire, beauty, art, and more – in the way you choose to look.

My new look as a tiny. It was "Historical Costumes Night" at Grizzy’s and I got bored being all glamorous in a Boleyn gown. I also attended a masked ball in this outfit – have mask, will party!

Bobbo Gets Ruthed

Only 20 minutes or so into our exploration of Etopia… or maybe this is the Garden of Apollo…. Bobbo had a little Ruth problem. I told him he now had a decent shot at getting virtually laid but he might not like it.

I would like to take this opportunity to say that I personally think cybersex is not a good idea unless your level of trust is grounded in RL togetherness. But here again, Bobbo is a special case.

Embodiment of Spam_001

This spamvertising chick really got on my last nerve. I was at NCI Kuula the other night watching an "Oldbies Build" contest, which had a theme of "Games." It was really starting to get interesting, as the contestant on the right hand had constructed one of those tube-and-bead toys, and there was a chess set going on the other side, and behind me someone had constructed a DDR machine that light up when you stepped on the pads (the eventual winner).

The host had donned a Space Invaders avatar for the occasion, and kept having to request that this Gor slave girl chick stop advertising… she had a white title script that said "Click me for $L!!" that doesn’t show in the photo.

Also, the "silks" were badly fitted and stood out too far from her skinny-ass shape, so that you could see EVERYTHING, or you could have if she’d bothered to pay for a "curtains and carpet" skin.

Several of us mentioned that "clothes would be nice." This was too subtle (there’s a no nudity policy at NCI). When I was trying to get her profile, I was annoyed that it invoked the script that popped up a "FREE LINDENS" dialog box that offered to open a website. I kept cancelling. The annoying thing was that she got a notice of whoever clicked on her and she triumphantly announced this as a reason she should be allowed to stay. I replied "No, I just wanted to know why somebody would want to be the embodiment of spam."

People kept jeering at her to put some clothes on and sit down, and the host must have said something privately, because she took off… straight up.

Whatever. It was just so stupid. The "free lindens!!!!" websites are kind of creepy, actually, and I got bored with them (and their endless promises of just one more page until payout). And of course now I get tons of spam because I filled out a couple of surveys before I wised up. This is why this sort of spamvertising is banned from a newbie-welcoming place such as NCI.

quintonatstonehenge_002

I have no idea why I took this perspective shot; I was fiddling with the camera and liked the drama of the guy in black standing up on the sarsen, gazing down like a dark angel.

And then a couple of seconds later, his computer crashed and he slumped over.

quintonatstonehenge_001

Here I am, chillin’ at Stonehenge in sneakers and jeans, while a musician name Quinton performs, and his biggest fan dances beautifully in midair.

Note the be-buckeled and be-booted woman to my left, who looks like she came direct from the Bad Fashion Show. I was feeling bad about being a little casually dressed – after all, it’s a house of worship to the large community of SL Druids that I inferred from the size and condition of the henge. But then I decided it was a beach resort as well, and I could have been wearing a bathing suit and towel if I wanted.

The music was pretty good; Quinton was a West Virginian, still getting used to the technique of online performance, but his guitar work was amazing.

Johnny99Miso’s Webcast

Darn, I didn’t note the name of the club this was at. JohnnyMiso99 performed a one-man blues-rock show that was also simulcast to a website, so that people that weren’t residents of Second Life could watch the show. Music was good, I danced, and eventually I wandered off somewhere, but first I had to get a shot of yet another insanely detailed guitar.

The Bob Marley One Love T-shirt was also nicely done.

Meet Bobbo

My friend Bobbo… he’s a special case. He’s a RL friend who stubbornly refuses to get with the “anyone can look like a supermodel” ethic on Second Life. So he made himself a ludicrously fat shape and found some ridiculous US Flag pants and figured out how to apply clown makeup.

He’s a little disturbing to look at, my friend Bobbo. I hesitate to take him around to meet my friends. But we have a good time (usually talking on the phone at the same time) on his very occasional forays inworld.

Bobbo is a RL friend who most certainly did not get the memo about "everything is beautiful in Second Life."

Headspinning

This is a somewhat older photo – it’s on the dancefloor at Etopia, and I was whirling around on an animation poseball that wrapped my “Elven dance outfit” up in knots around me. The outfit is actually a combo of this goofy lingerie set called “in the mood” and… a lacy black outfit complete with headscarf “suitable for mosque.” The textures are huge and bumpy, and I haven’t worn it in a long time, but it IS fun to dance in. Especially with a beribboned tambourine. ::eyeroll at my own folly::

Bald and Beautiful_001

Sometimes, things go awry in Second Life, and stuff that’s normally attached to you.. .like hair… just refuses to come along to the party when you manage to log in.

Earlier tonight, I ended up on the roof of a music-and-art club of some kind, completely hairless and unable to attach anything on my head. So I stepped into a nearby kinetic sculpture to just deal with the moment in the only way possible.

Fortunately, no one else was there.