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.
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.
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.
And then a couple of seconds later, his computer crashed and he slumped over.
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.
The Bob Marley One Love T-shirt was also nicely done.
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.
Fortunately, no one else was there.