Ziggy takes it like a man...

Ziggy Figaro took it like a man.. or rather, the brave and bold primate he is. He asked me over to Ziggateria so he could partake of the incendiary humbugs.

"Come here, little monkey...."

He didn't quite die right away.

He finally buried himself into the ground.

Now I have to say, I have nothing against Ziggy. I like him tons. He just wanted to taste the candy.

Is this art? (Subtitled: How am I going to explain this?)

I went with my friend Z to see Ina Centaur's new sim, Skin City. I was poking around looking at eyes, but he was drawn to a big wall of sculpty penises that Ina was setting up. Z, being Z, asked Ina if they were rideable. Next thing we know, she was furiously setting up horse-riding poseballs on each one.

We accommodated her and found ourselves riding the penises (penii?). Avatars were coming in suddenly as Ina decided she wanted to fill up the wall.

So here we are... (shall you all remain nameless?)





And of course, I brought Botgirl in to share in the fun. It's an odd thing to be riding a huge sculpty cock next to your friend.


Ina insisted this was art. I suggested it was "performance" art (fully intending the double entendre). What do you think? Twenty avatars riding oversized sculpty cocks? IS it art?

On a roll--got DanCoyote Antonelli!

Today I wandered by Hung's sim as he said his friend DanCoyote Antonelli was evolving a sculpture he had left on the sim. So I tp'd in and got into a sort of tense debate with DC about art history. (Hung asked me kindly to shut up before he lost use of the sculpture. I did.) So we all dispersed and went our ways.

I later went back to take photos of the sculpture and guess who rezzed in but Mr. DC himself. We warily circled each other, exchanged pleasantries, and then discussed the sculpture. It was when he complimented my dress and I explained that it was an Eshi Otawara creation, that we found common ground. I was concerned his lovely pink sculpture would not match my dress--he changed it to green.

In return I offered him a humbug with my characteristic sweet smile.


Of course, he had to add his own pyrotechnics. Luckily Eshi made this thing fireproof. But damn, he burned with a lot of smoke! (I think that mohawk is made of plastic!)


Dan was gracious enough to clean up after himself, and I found myself happily flying through his sculpture--still green--on Hung's sim.

Blew Wendell up real good

Wendell Holmer is a wonderful friend, and he writes about sex and love for the Second Life Herald. I haven't seen him in a long time, and I am kind of PO'd about that.

He also hasn't been following my blog, apparently, because when I offered him a humbug, he was completely innocent. Heh.


"It had a very unpleasant smoky taste, sort of like month old bacon, as if you had smoked the pig while it was still alive," he muttered.

A sweet woman with a sweet tooth

I received a call from my cousin, Charlanna Beresford, the events columnist for NWN, this evening. She was in bright spirits, despite having had to sit 2 hours in the dentist's chair this afternoon. (I suspect wading through the JIRA is only slightly less painful). Her partner, Kit Meredith, had called a couple days earlier suggesting to me that Lanna had a bit of a sweet tooth. So I suggested I visit Lanna to commiserate. I brought a fine housewarming gift: humbugs.


Lanna commented they had a bit of an aftertaste but she was otherwise unphased. I think the anesthetic from the dentist was still in force.

I get an astrophysicist!

I would like to think that thinking about things like dark matter and black holes would be the thing to blow Curious George's mind, but no, it was my humble humbug.

(Chat reproduced through the permission of Botgirl Questi and Curious George.)

[18:34] Botgirl Questi: another one bites the dust, another one bites the dust
[18:34] You: ha! omg!
[18:34] Botgirl Questi: Blew him right through the wall
[18:34] You: i just blew the head off CURIOUS GEORGE
[18:35] Curious George: There wasn't much in it anyway
[18:35] Curious George: Don't you know what men use for thinking
[18:35] You: ha!

Dreams

I woke up this morning, turned on my computer, opened iTunes and found this song sent to me by KCRW...

Dream--Lyrics

Dream--You Tube

I loved it. I "heard" it. Now I want to fly.


(Harper as butterfly in front of a piece by DanCoyote Antonelli.)

Then I sent my normal good morning to my friend Pecos, whose organization, VAI, I had written about previously. And he told me that a lovely woman who was very active in SL helping people with disabilities had passed away overnight of heart failure after an extended struggle with her health.

"The Sojourner" was a stroke survivor who, among other things, created a sim called Dreams that offers self-help support groups and education for other stroke survivors. Dreams is a supportive and creative environment where people dealing with stroke recovery can keep their minds sharp by engaging in collaborative community events and round-table discussions. Here is what one SL publication said about her:

"A one-woman demonstration of the power of Second Life as a social tool, Ms. Sojourner has been a tireless volunteer and organizer in SL [since 2004] ... [A]s a founder of Shockproof, a support group for stroke survivors, and as an event planner and organizer on the Dreams sim, home to endless building contests and holiday fairs to benefit a good cause." ("second life the official guide" Chapter 11 Real Residents)

I forwarded the song and lyrics to Pecos. It seems the song was most fitting for this memorable woman, who I had not had the opportunity to meet but who helped so many real people in SL.

A memorial for The Sojourner has been set up on Dreams at http://slurl.com/secondlife/Dreams/151/80/25