Codie posted her pasta recipe.
So, tonight I made pasta.
Not as fancy, though.
Cooked a bunch of fusili with a Pasta Express.
Added chopped red and green peppers, white onion, raw garlic, parmesan, olive oil, ground black pepper.
I do this about once a week.
The fresh peppers make the difference, I think.
I didn't check out Burning Life until this morning, and I only got through about 7 sims worth in a slop sweeping pattern before the sim-to-sim handoff crashes suggested that I take a break and write a little.
So, here I am.
I'm wondering if the theme is "Building Things Big For The Sake Of Being Big."
Yeah, I know... that 10 meter limit on prims is such a hassle, and I'm not one to talk about building big with a 100 meter-tall offspring of a water tower and copper heirloom clock, but the structure of BL makes it nearly impossible for me to get a decent isolated snap of a build without somebody's gigantic floating ball or glowing pyramid or Bush picking his nose getting into the shot.
I'm posting my snaps right now, and I'm kinda surprised that I caught only a few examples of (Fill In The Blank) Derangement Syndrome, considering the leftist bent of the overall SL population.
Maybe they're in the sims I have yet to explore... crash... explore... crash... explore... ?
There's some really nice and well-constructed builds there worth seeing, like DB Bailey's fantastic glowing tower, the money dust-devil storms...
This temple is very, very nice. Sadly, it's been a royal pain in the ass to get an isolated shot of it because of the chaos of BL and builds on the periphery.
Yeah, I know... that's the spirit of the thing. Which is why I didn't build for it. Didn't have the time, and didn't want to ruin someone else's shot with a pile of metal and glass.
This is my first attempt at clothing:
It's a standard metal plate with rivets texture as a skirt, using the Vint Falken skirt-making script engine thingy.
The skirt is Low shiny along with a set of Iron Underwear to get the waistline right.
I'm sure folks are wondering where the robot poodle is.
Eshi thought my White Suit Look needed a bit of an update, so...
I'm still getting used to the shoes...
I know that my Sylfie pumps are over a year and a half old, but with Sculpties all the rage... sheesh.
Didn't you ever read the Oz series?
The Massacre Of Oz was a freaking CLASSIC!
The Magic Of Oz just opened, and yeah - it's a lagfest right now, but as things calm down it'll be a cool place to explore.
The builds are sculptastic.... the pathways make sense... lots of freebies and gifties to behold.
Plus, it brings together some of the magical and fantasy designers from all around the grid.
Robot sez: check it out... AND THEN DIE IN A PILE AS SPONGEBOB RULES YOU ALL!
It looks like JueL's bought herself some robotic assistants...
What's the First Rule Of Second Life, kids?
EVERYTHING CAN BE USED AS A CHAIR!
A Prim JueL walks into a psychiatrist's office with a robot sitting on her head. The bartender asks "How can I help you?" and the robot says "GET THIS MUSICIAN OFF MY ASS!"
I added a Lucky Chair to the Clocktower that gives away the Gold version of the windup key I use.
Dedric was nice enough to let me redistribute the things.
However...
I'm still working on the placement.
Besides the ghosts and pumpkins, y'all probably didn't notice the change I made to the tower's venue.
Well, y'all that showed up. I think the debate and the baseball games took their toll on the regulars.
Anyway...
The left Tesla-globe was the shared danceball before. I was never quite happy with it because it was hard to find.
I tore that out, made it into a rotating cylinder, and put it around the orrery's sun.
Makes more sense that way, although I need to work on the design of the text.
I'll also make it a cylinder that fully covers the globe for those folks trying to click on the dance engine and end up getting... um... the orrery.
Mr. Lizard and I have planned a fun-filled weekend of staring at the sun until we both go blind...
I can feel my retinas smoldering like a Taco Bell volcano taco.
Tonight's project is a nice long nap so I can be awake for Kaklick's Friday night gig at Circe's.
If you see me around before then, yell GO TO SLEEP, YOU STUPID ROBOT!
Passing this one along from Huggybug:
Group Notice From: chugabug GoodnightHi guys! Mondays Meetup will be at 5PM. (Notice the time change. Would hate for you
to miss it.) Our guest speaker will be Mur Lafferty.. writer, podcaster, blogger,
and so much more. Come talk with Mur, and check out her site.
I went ahead and added it to the Five Islands calendar because a lot of us are podcasters.
Last night, I checked Lunette's Plurk and found that Zaara had put out a new dress in her Lucky Chair.
Nika saw the Plurk, too, and so we hopped over to Zaara's main store in Tesla.
Quite a crowd had gathered there, waiting on a particular letter to expire.
This is usually when you teleport friends in with that letter to prime the pump and get your letter to appear faster.
And so, people started doing that. Katy and Shini were nice enough to come by and knock out a K and an S.
A question mark came up at one point, and the rush for the chair was amazing.
When N appeared, Nika got the dress, and I was very happy for her.
(If a C had appeared, I'd have let the other C waiting get it. They were there longer, and I just like watching the crowds and trying to strike up some chatter.)
So, this got me to thinking yesterday... an exercise in Greed:
Yeah yeah yeah... that's evil. Bad robot.
Let's see... tonight, there's baseball... some kind of farcical debate...
Nah. Perfect time to take a break from Reality and enjoy Lyndon Heart in the clocktower.
Besides...
If he does "Overkill" I can have the ghosts faaaaaaaaaaade awaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
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TOS 4.1 is the enforcement of these Community Standards.
Personally, I disclose my information on the 1st Life tab to protect others from this section of the Community Standards.
Others do that as well.
But others choose not to.
Maybe they are what they appear to be, maybe they aren't.
Reading through the New World Notes drama on the Male/Female avatar competition, Paisley appeared to cross the line on this.
I hope it's just my misreading the comment or it's just one of those "heat of the moment" things.
Of course, I could have been wiped from the grid and unpersoned fifty times over for Disruption, eh. Thank goodness I was finally made aware that some of my actions were being perceived as such so I could tone them down or, in other cases, eliminate them entirely. I am grateful to those who took the effort and opportunity to communicate instead of lash out with their own Disruptive behaviors, and we're all now living happily ever after.
So, folks, who out there on the grid do you nominate for my upcoming Middle Aged White Guy competition?
(I turn 39 next week, so in RL I am not eligible. However, I'm perfectly willing to construct a Middle Aged White Guy av to compete in this, eh.)
Someone quite brilliant and no-bullshit just asked me a question that renders all of this absurd:
"How many people competing in the Tiny Olympics are, in fact, tiny animals in RL?"
Bravo, my friend.
Haven't laughed that hard in weeks.
When the drama and monotony and worry get me down, I try to make it to the occasional Office Hour to breathe in the aura of enthusiasm for the platform, social dynamic, and innovation.
The true believers. The optimists. The folks who are rolling up their sleeves and running the zamboni which resurfaces the ice we all skate on.
Of course, I was late to Prospero's office hour yesterday.
But better late than never.
I find myself asking softball questions, like:
"What are you most enthusiastic about?"
"What one misconception about SL do you wish people would get cleared up?"
"What mistake did you learn the most from making right?"
And the answers clear away the cobwebs, and it's easier to focus on what needs enjoying and what needs getting over.
Consider the character Prospero... Shakespeare... the island... the story...
You can tell a lot about someone by what they build and how they present themselves and the vessel they breathe themselves into.
And yet, does crafting such a role become a kind of prison in which it's hard to break out of?
Trapped, perhaps, on the island?
(Thank goodness for alts, eh.)
I was looking for some gears to turn into a full permissions gear aura when I stumbled across the following:
They're slightly altered from the original product: rotated 90 degrees and the casing changed to a copper texture.
The gears are available here for 150L via the new SLexchange or whatever the heck it's called.
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