Celebrating another year of not being devoured by Great Cthulhu!
Tis the season for TREASURE HUNTS. Quick treasure hunt tip number one: use wireframe view! (These pics are from a hunt that is now over, so I'm not revealing any seekrit locations *g*)
Can you spot the orange pumpkin treasure?
A quick flip over to wireframe view (Advanced > Rendering > Wireframe) shows the hidden goodness!
Can you spot the orange pumpkin treasure?
A quick flip over to wireframe view (Advanced > Rendering > Wireframe) shows the hidden goodness!
So I learned how to make writhing, pulsating tentacles. And of course, I now have to make them all the time. Here's some 5x5x100m megaprim tentacles about to consume Raeyn's island:
Can you spot teensy Helix?
Have a happy, tentacley Thanksgiving everyone! Cthulhu demands it!
Can you spot teensy Helix?
Have a happy, tentacley Thanksgiving everyone! Cthulhu demands it!
Sometimes, when I'm standing next to certain wee women who shall remain nameless, I kinda feel like maybe I went a little crazy with the sliders. Made my boobs and butt too big and my height too tall. And then...
Then I go out into the wide world.
Then I go out into the wide world.
Friend Raeyn got a dragon avatar. A BIG dragon avatar. See if you can spot Helix talking to him:
White dress that Rosie sneakily stuck in my inventory. It makes me happy!
Standing in some tinted light beams I made. Just thought it looked pretty:
Larimar has an amazing hat:
Saying goodbye to the waterfall on Rae's island:
Playing a tune while the island falls around us:
Next pic is behind the cut for work-safeness. I got a new full body tattoo, and I love it. I just LOVE the image of writing on bodies. (Pic is set to 'moderate' on flickr, so you might have to allow something or other to look at it.)
White dress that Rosie sneakily stuck in my inventory. It makes me happy!
Standing in some tinted light beams I made. Just thought it looked pretty:
Larimar has an amazing hat:
Saying goodbye to the waterfall on Rae's island:
Playing a tune while the island falls around us:
Next pic is behind the cut for work-safeness. I got a new full body tattoo, and I love it. I just LOVE the image of writing on bodies. (Pic is set to 'moderate' on flickr, so you might have to allow something or other to look at it.)
Last night I ended up on a snow-capped mountain in a leopard print bikini surrounded by friends and friends-of-friends who were all checking out my ass. See, I needed a new skin. The one I've worn for most of my time in SL just wasn't doing it for me anymore. Largely because the butt shading was way too heavy. In a seriously ugly way. So if I never wore a bathing suit, or went naked, or bent over and stretched my legs, it'd have been okay. BUT I DO THOSE THINGS.
So a new skin with a non-ugly ass was in order. It needed two things: freckles and a decent butt. A non-hairless cooch would be a bonus, as I hate feeling like I'm twelve when I change clothes. My old skin had a prim-pube patch, but if I'd wanted to have to put on an attachment every time I got nekkid, I would've made myself a boy avatar.
After much skin swapping and discussion, and then some more nail-biting, I picked a new skin. Now do I need to change the blog header here....?
Old face:
New face:
So a new skin with a non-ugly ass was in order. It needed two things: freckles and a decent butt. A non-hairless cooch would be a bonus, as I hate feeling like I'm twelve when I change clothes. My old skin had a prim-pube patch, but if I'd wanted to have to put on an attachment every time I got nekkid, I would've made myself a boy avatar.
After much skin swapping and discussion, and then some more nail-biting, I picked a new skin. Now do I need to change the blog header here....?
Old face:
New face:
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*
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*
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.
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.
