Very soon, the gates will be thrown open at the Garden of NPIRL Delights.

I didn't feel like going with anything too terribly complex or ornate. Just a simple representation of the endless, frustrating cycle all life seems to be trapped in.

Heaven. Hell.

It all just kinda flows back and forth, this way and that, an endless loop.

Maybe I should set it up to flip every 15 minutes.

Nah.

I'll post some snapshots at some point, but as with all my stuff, it's a dynamic presentation and it's something that requires a movie clip or for you to view it directly.

Crazy Ants are invading Houston.

They appear to enjoy crawling on electronics and shorting out computer equipment.

For all you people who said my windup key was noisy and that I should change to an electrical power system: PBBBBTHTHTHTHTHTH!

When I looked at my July Calendar and realized that it was shaping up to be a trainwreck, I needed to throw some switches and reroute some trains to keep from causing a mid-summer disaster.

New laptop configuration and breakin period.
Astros games.
Anniversary.
Relay for Life sim plan and execute.
Possible self-paced classes/certifications.
Trip to Sequim.
Possible trip to Biloxi.
Possible early August trip to Vegas.

After looking it over, RFL is the train that can be rerouted and save the rest.

They're all good people trying to do some good together, although a little... fanatic about it at times, but I don't feel any overwhelming wind-rushing-through-my-hair heart-pounding desire to be a part of it.

My mouth isn't foaming at all at the prospect. My eyes are not rolling with fervor, vim, and vigor.

In fact, with every blue notice popping up about someone de-rezzing their hair for 5,000 lindens or a marathon of deejays or auctioning someone's shoes... AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH! CUT IT OUT!

They don't need this temperamental maverick builder as a frustrating, foot-dragging accomplice. I'm not fanatic for the cause to the point these folks are.

Good luck to y'all.

Lots of music going on at Blue Fusion last night.

I was in and out of the room because of the Astros game (Giants lose! Giants lose!)

I didn't get many snapshots when it was time to hop to the other side of the island. I'm sure Feline Slade has a few, among others.

It's good to know that somehow, somewhere we're all making a difference in a good person's life.

Grace has rounded up reactions and posted a link to The Publius Project. (To Houstonians: The Berman Center has nothing to do with Lance Berkman, who is currently making a big case for MVP and triple-crown for 2008 if he keeps this up and lays off the Twinkees)

I'm going to check those articles when I get nice and comfy at home today (I really, really wish I had that dual SLI laptop now, but I just killed the credit cards off and don't want to go into a debt-chase again just yet.)

In Boston, we’d be fine with our cab driver spontaneously expressing support for the Red Sox, but we would be surprised if the cab driver pulled over, unasked, to show us how well she plays the tuba, no matter how well she plays it.

Folks who know me well would immediately assume that I would be thrilled if such a surreal moment took place.

Hey, I'm weird, okay? And if the tuba playing's good, heck, that cabbie's gonna get the tip of her life!

Of course, leave it to that Swindlen nutter to put it all into perspective in 140 characters or less:

@SecondLie To prevent social erosion, we are implementing social terracing, drama windbreaks, newbie mulch, and Linden tree reforestation.

You know, that's not all that crazy, if you think about it.

Break a window on a building, and if you leave it unfixed, all the windows will be broken. And even worse will happen in a blighted area like that.

Clean things up and keep them clean, and folks will act better than in they're in a blighted, chaoit chellhole.

Unless, of course, you're supposed to be in a managed dystopia (ie Glass Earth) that looks good through finely-crafted Rummage and Wreckage style. Then, a pretty and perfect minimansion is totally out of place...

Feh. I'll shut up now, and wait for the opportunity to read all these juicy, tasty Berkman essays while Lance kicks ass at 21:15 tonight.

GO FAT ELVIS!

Michelle and Paper Scott at Glass Earth last night:

Looks like they're getting into the spirit of things... Michelle's gotten the ears, tail, and a new custom guitar?

Cool.

Maybe I'll be able to get my butt up to Kerrville next week to catch 'em live again, maybe I won't.

Kerrville ain't exactly in my back yard. If it were, well, that would be kinda neat.

"What's that in your back yard?"
"Kerrville."
"What, a bird bath wasn't enough for you?"

But with God as my witness, I'm getting tickets to Tom Waits for June 22, man.

Woot!

If everybody's working for the weekend, does the fact that I'm backsliding on my work mean I'm heading back into last weekend?

Throw me a rope made of braided iPod headset cords and pull me into Friday Night, o three person'd God!

Your fearless Idiot In Chief was interviewed by Daily Splice to discuss... okay, blither about podcasting.

"I'm the wack-job running amok in the trees!

AudioCourses

118 Migration continues the fascinating concept of Caleb playing Fascists while I continue my "Hey, let's get killed!" theme.

Beat Chicks is a new Second Life music podcast, and... um...

I'm a little... queasy about the name. God, I hope nobody thinks this is a Gorean podcast.

Media Driving with Jay Moonah - permanence vs. portability.

Hey, what's your RL podcast's URL again, Nika? I need to add it to my roundup-watcher thingy. - Guy posted it in the comments. Woot!

Rezzed and Confused explains how to make a realistic-looking mailbox, among other things.

Lots of daily content out there for you to enjoy... and more every day from Quiet Time Podcast, 100 Word Stories, The Latest at Second Life, The Daily PWN, M is for Myg's Music and SLCN.TV.

Don't forget about the SL Podcasting Network and my directory for all your (two-letter-abbreviation) podcasting listening needs.

Or, if you're a lazy-ass, just keep coming back here for my useless roundups. Or if you just want to chit-chat, comment on my lame summaries or non-summaries which make it obvious which shows I haven't listened to yet.

I build this entry over the course of the day, Daphne, so IM me or add a comment pointing out any that I've overlooked.

Continue reading "Podcasta de Rounduppa" »

Grace looks back, Mera Pixel ponders.

It's a lot to consider, and it's all well worth reading, but a few items caught my attention:

This was reinforced somewhat by the feature set because then your friends could not only see if you were online, they could also map you by default.

By default, I give map rights to everyone on my friends list.

It saves time when someone wants to hop to some event I am at. They don't need to wait for me to teleport them.

I am never anywhere that people would think I shouldn't be seen, and if I am, well, folks know I'm probably analyzing that build to pick up on some ideas for my own building.

If I'm off somewhere talking to someone, I switch from public to private chat when it's something important, sensitive or shouldn't waft through the air for sudden arrivals to hear.

Well, usually.

I may have mentioned before that the best source of learning new web-design tricks was to reverse engineer porn sites. Maximum efficiency for maximum attraction for maximum commercial impact. Not a single wasted line of code there, because code meant bandwidth cost when downloaded a million times.

Some goes for the smut-peddlers and dirty toys in SL, folks. "Don't be a dick - reverse engineer one and learn."

If someone still doesn't understand that, well... POOF gone from the list.

(Damn, I wish that thing had folders so I could organize it. Or at least a way to park Edloeans, Nowherevilleans, Five Islanders, and the folks I'd take a bullet for.)

We begin to see more and more of the "hey, look at me!" types, and miss out on the quiet and talented individuals.

I would rather be seen as a "Look at them!" person, whether it's music or podcasting.

As for the posts about my builds or the stupid-insane shit that I do, my goal is to inspire others to not just roll up their sleeves... take off your damn shirt, smear peanut butter and jelly on your chest, scream I AM A SANDWICH! and dive headfirst into whatever task that's been scaring you.

Try it. The worst that can happen is that you loop-and-delete it... so you can try again later.

Okay, so someone might laugh. Fine.

There's all kinds of laughter.

• They point and laugh at you: Fuck 'em.

• They snigger behind your back: Fuck 'em too.

• They put their arm around your shoulder, laugh, and tell you how they screwed up the same exact way until someone taught them X, and here's how to do it...: YES! YES! YES! OH YES! YESSSSSSSSS! ("Miss - I'll have what he's having")

As for the Building Shelter thing Mera does, Dolmere introduced me to that Building Shelter thing Saturday. Had a blast with it. Posted about it, and I hope others give it a shot, because it's great fun.

Now, would you classify my post and the Flickr snapshots as "Look at me!" or "Look at this - try it for yourself!"

Maybe a mix of both, sure, but I'm hoping people got the "try it for yourself!" message through loud and clear. (And whatever whiskey I won, well, it went back into the jarrrrr-oh!)

As someone that has an avatar that is of the opposite gender, I can understand those that don't want certain details known. While I don't support misleading others and getting into a deceptive online relationship, there is a certain amount of freedom that Second Life provides, which is taken away when people want to know all about your real life.

The reason I am currently using at this time is: "You spend 99% of the time in SL staring at your avatar's ass. Why would I want to stare at some guy's ass?"

Which, of course, explains the windup key... OOOOH PREEEEETTY SHINY WINDUP KEEEEEEY! HEEEE HEEE HEEE IT TURNS! IT TURNS!

I'm such a moron, eh.

Of course, this is all a crock, since I picked up the SpaceNavigator and can quickly cam around... and stare at my avatar's cold, dead, metal face, smoking like a circus chimp puff puff puff.

Hrm... what if there was a way for people to see one avatar but you saw another? They see Mistah Macho with 100% shoulders and tattoos that would make Picasso scream in horror while you see

HAH! Already happening - when folks see you Ruthed or half-rezzed due to lag!

If only all new folks coming in were Nikas and Scottlo and Colettes and Michelle/Paper Scotts and such eh? Or maybe... they're that way because they looked for folks to learn from, found the right people to learn from, and they learned?

Don't you?

I'm never quite sure what to do with the lamp posts on the bridge over the creek.

I've had sparklers... torches... glow-globes... bah.

The latest attempt to make something interesting has got me combining columns, toruses, and turning gears:

I'm sure these will last just a few days before I come up with something else I don't like.

*sigh*

Sometimes, models overdo it on the hairspray...

Oh good. I can light another cigarette.

Heh.

Yeah yeah yeah... this was in response to Ducky wiping her shoes on my head.

I tried to fraps up a movie clip of it, but RC6 crashed.

Oh well.

It was funny. Because partners really do walk all over you in SL.

In heels, no less.

Looks like Zoe's cutting back.

I know the feeling.

Although, I also know the feeling of a certain Appearance slider creeping up on 100.

I mean, look at this...

They're bigger, aren't they?

I swear, somewhere in the system, there's a Makeyourjugsbigger Linden sneaking around the accounts server, slowly but surely dropping 100's into that field.

Open Note To Makeyourjugsbigger Linden: I'm a windup robot, so there's no rational explanation for packing a set of double-D cells.

Maybe this is a side effect of Havok 4?

Nah.

I guess I need to be careful. These get any bigger and someone will sell me for big bucks as scrap.

Scrap Mariner?

Heh.

Todd Cochrane of Blubrry.com was the guest speaker this week, giving advice on monetization of podcasts, finding sponsors, etc.

I don't find much use in Podshow, Mevio, Blkubrry, Podcaster News and all those other sites. Podcast Pickle's forums are an on/off thing for me, even though I do manage to stalk and lurk there as often as I can.

When in doubt, find a mutual friend and watch the reflection ripple to see how they disturb the waters. Yeah, I spaced on Tom's last name. I've been saying "Tom of Footnote" and "Bring back 8 Things, Tom!" so much, I was like M... M... M... MARQUETTE! ARGH!

Todd's one big thing to take away from all of it is that podcasting hands control to the consumer - you control the time, the content, storage, etc. You have full control on managing when you enjoy the product and to what extent you want to interact with the show.

It totally destroys the tyranny of the clock and the scheduler.

Time.

I try to mock it as much as I mock Gravity, don't I?

Heh.

Continue reading "Meetup" »

Cylindrian went all-out today getting into the look and feel and sound and soul of the clocktower... nobody could have done it like the way she did.

If you snapped photos, please tag them with "Edloe" and add them to Cyl's group for all to enjoy.

I have a small favor to ask.

You may notice there's no ads on this site. And I don't rattle a tipjar, either.

No, I'm not changing that,

But what I am asking is that you take a moment and think of what you'd have sent in for a blogging tipjar to this site and instead put that towards buying Grace Buford's music.

Okay, so some of you still won't take my word for it that she's absolutely wonderful. Fine. Be that way. To hear some of the tracks before buying, you can listen using The SixtyOne. It's a rather weird Web 2.0 kinda music site with bumps and other stuff, but it's pretty straightforward on how to play tracks from performers and whatnot.

(Then, you can admit that you were wrong about not taking my word for it, eh.)

Show that we're alive behind these digital abominations and crazy puppets. Let's make a difference in someone's life, and by doing so, we are all the better for it.

The news that the IRS has ruled that Sheep's CSI Greeters are part-time employees link #1 and link #2 just invited the camel's nose into the virtual tent.

Based on how things went with the outsourcing to India book in the past decade, how long before typist behind that greeter, helper, shopping assistant, escort, or dancer is being connected from somewhere far, far away and far, far cheaper?

Okay, okay - besides Anshe's empire?

(I won't hold my breath for the SLLU's protests over that practice... after all, to them, it's America that's evil, not the dictatorships and petrotheocracies around the world, right?)

Now that the IRS has discovered the joy of SL (Gee, thanks, Giff and Jessica) it should be amusing to see what stupidity ensues when Congressmorons decide that's a way to dodge the relevant issues of the day during an election season.

Continue reading "Hammerblow..." »

Just a few more hours, and it will be mine.

And yours.

Then, it's gone.

Shall we dance?

05/12/08 6 pm SLT - Podcast Island Podcaster Meetup - Todd Cochrane of RawVoice

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Black Tie Martini Club is working on a landmark production that should cause tsunami-level waves across the podosphere.

Alternative Classix opens up those old wounds from the 80's to groove to.

Bedtime Stories My Kids Love - The Man In The Can continues!

Chillcast and Lovespirals makes sure that you have enough Anji Bee to get through the week.

Did I hear that she's going to work with MoShang on something?

Cybsterspace puts up another set for your enjoyment.

Living a Second Life is going from A to Z.

Your Neighborhood Stage brings Thinkerer Melville into the fray for talking about local/regional/national productions and separating venue management and production company management.

Night Guy revives a golden oldie for the English cast, and he's moving everything to nightguy.guydavid.com.

Podmafia visits Caledon but might have a bit of... sync issues.

(Kanomi was working on a podcast, but apparently it needs a little more work. Well, besides the mention of yours truly, of course.)

Lots of daily content out there for you to enjoy... and more every day from Quiet Time Podcast, 100 Word Stories, The Latest at Second Life, The Daily PWN, M is for Myg's Music and SLCN.TV.

Don't forget about the SL Podcasting Network and my directory for all your (two-letter-abbreviation) podcasting listening needs.

Or, if you're a lazy-ass, just keep coming back here for my useless roundups. Or if you just want to chit-chat, comment on my lame summaries or non-summaries which make it obvious which shows I haven't listened to yet.

I build this entry over the course of the day, Daphne, so IM me or add a comment pointing out any that I've overlooked.