Twisting Around

Sometimes SL feels like junior high--he likes you, but you like her, but she likes someone else, and can you pass that other guy this note saying that she said that he said that that one girl likes him?--and sometimes it feels more like a... higher place of learning.

When I was in college, my little corner of the dorm got into a kind of prank war. It started small, just little embarrassing items pinned to people's doors... then moved on to things like secretly signing people up to get bed wetting literature in the mail. One of the biggest pranks happened when one girl went to take a shower. There were about ten of us sitting around in the hall chatting. In the space of time it took her to shower, we all ran down the hall and carted every single book in the dorm library up into her room, stacked them all over her bed, floor, desk, etc., and then all sat back down in our original positions just as she was getting out.

And this is what happened to my little patch of SL yesterday:


But that's not all. A CERTAIN SOMEONE created a little tableau of n00bs enjoying themselves... on my BED.


And then there was this guy, chained to the bed and forced to watch his love get it on with another. He brought a rose and everything! I *almost* took pity on him.


I suppose I should mention this attack was not entirely unprovoked. *ahem*

Wearing boy hair can be cute, I think.

Jared hair from ETD.

...when there are massive sales at ETD and Celestial Studios.

Okay, there's something.... off-putting? Scary? In my profile or just surrounding me. A giant "I'm a big meanie" sign or something. Maybe I'm always dancing and no one will tell me! An illustration: Tonight I went to the particle lab to read up on some stuff and nab a couple templates. There were a few other people there, looking around and using the sandbox. There was a guy, you know the guy, about two weeks old, he's got some new clothes and hair but still in the guy-next-door shape? He's going around and chatting up the female avis one by one. The machine-gun technique of picking up women, you know. Fire enough bullets, bound to hit one.

Anyway, he's boldly approaching and chatting them up--getting politely shut down each time--and finally makes his way around the path to me. He stands about ten meters away from me as I'm reading the notecard on push tricks. After about a minute, he flies away without a word. WTH? Even the n00bs stay away! I even had cute (small) hair on. Heh.

Facial expressions in SL can be weird. Avatar teeth for some reason just creep me out--maybe it was that time I accidentally cammed into my head and found nothing but eyes, teeth, and hair.... not a brain in sight.



Get a free HUD to play with facial expressions at the House of Curios. Lots of other cool and inexpensive stuff there too! I got Easter Island heads. Heh.

Here's an... outfit I got in the FallnAngel pumpkin hunt. As a side note, if you show even a little pixel skin in a pic you post to flickr, it automatically doubles your views. This got a handful of views before I was even done writing the description!


And here's a dress and tiara from the same hunt. I am the Queen of all things Autumnal!



Here's a couple of pictures taken using the windlight presets from Torley Linden here.






More in my flickr stream.

Here's some sculpty balloons.  At least, I hope they're sculpty balloons...



And here's something big and long and... okay, it's the Eiffel tower at the Paris 1900 build (which a new friend alerted me to!).  The red arrow is pointing to my avatar, to give you a sense of size.  I'm about to parachute off!

Standing in a shaft of light at Templum ex Obscurum:


Cutting the next pic for pixel representations of vague, Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction-esque nudity. *g* Messing around with windlight settings and wearing a ... skimpy spider web outfit.

I bought a new hairstyle (by the Stringer Mausoleum) at Crimson Shadow, and I think it looks kickass. I had to adjust it quite a bit because I believe it was intended for a man-head...

I paired it here with some outfits I hardly ever get to wear but love to pieces. The skin is one from freebie pack by Minnu (it looks good naked, too, but no pics of that...). There's a great man skin freebie pack at Minnu, too, but only for a little while!


This is my Black Swan dress from Haunted Zuzu, which I had to have the moment I saw it, even though I can't think of where to wear it!


This dress is the black butterfly dress also from Haunted Zuzu.


The hair comes with flails to wear in amongst the dreads! Silver or black. Unfortunately, they can't be flexi, but I think they look pretty cool anyway. Pay no attention to the bloody screen behind me...


That's my slexeh catsuit from Nicky Ree. Everyone looks hot in a catsuit, amirite?

Goofus sees a girl he finds attractive. "See my large and putty-like penis I found in a box of freebies?" he says, confident she will be swayed by his prowess.

Gallant sees the same girl, and takes a look at her profile. "I see you enjoy ballroom dancing," he says. "I know of a grand club that suffers from very little lag!"

Goofus frowns at Gallant, moving in on his girl. "Did you not see my enormous member? It matches my system skin and looks good with my gigantic pectorals."

Gallant swiftly changes into a tux, allowing a brief glimpse of his attractive skin and proportional body shape. "Those are some very nice shoes you're wearing," he says. "Do you mind if I ask where you got them?"

Goofus, growing more desperate, removes his penis and puts on some clothes. "I can dance, too," he says. "How long do we have to talk before we can have sex?"

Gallant, taking another peep at the girl's profile, says, "You're interested in building? Here, take some landmarks for good places to learn! Perhaps, after dancing, we can adjourn to my place to talk more about things you find interesting..."

Goofus, watching the teleport swirls as Gallant and the girl leave. "Bitch."




Really, guys, read the profile. And put something in yours! Nothing screams "Alt" or "I'm just here for the slex" louder than a blank profile.