Hookah Talking

Smoking is not good for your health but it is OK if you are just smoking from a magic hookah. That's my rule. Ricardito, Leigh, Del, and I smoked from a magic hookah and talked about a bunch of stuff last night. Rico (with orange wings) was very upset about some evil people who from RL who he had to deal with.

You know readers, I have a theory. No job would be bad if it were not for screwed up uptight you know whats that are always out there. I will refer to them as "*&^%" and you can put the word you want in there to describe them. *&^%'s are always ending up in what would otherwise be good places to work. If it were not for *&^%'s a job would be great, we would go in, get our tasks done, and go home and generally live a reasonable life.

BUT NO! There is a least one or two *&^%'s in every job and the only thing they do is just make the whole work system a screwed up environment. There are at least two, and some places that are really messed up have 3 or 4 or more *&^%'s! The real problem with *&^%'s is that they haven't got a clue how screwed up they really are. They just march around making otherwise reasonable people anoyed.

So here is my solution. When one of your *&^%'s starts talking to you in RL just imagine smoking from the magic hookah. Then stare close at their face. It will start to turn into a prune then it will have multi rays of rainbow light shining from the ears and eyes. Study the flow of the colors and shapes. Then they will say "Hey did you hear me" just say that Rammy said I should look into your mind and watch and there is no need to listen right now. They may say "Who is Rammy?" Tell them to come here because I'm not afraid of them! Sounds like a good approach. Just think if everyone did this the brains of all the *&^%'s would explode and the world would be free.

Friends I Have

One of my oldest friends in SL is Franziskus Ninetails. I met him when I first came to SL and we both learned a lot of stuff together. A few months ago I was at the house in Phoenix in Flames I saw that he was in world. I looked at the mini-map and I thought I saw a single green dot. I thought to myself "Franz must be alone in the sky house, I should go up and say hello to him." But I must not have seen the map correctly because he was with Kenshi. I would not have gone if I had seen that second dot but they were close together, I thought it was just Franz by himself. Franz was not happy that I came up there. I felt bad because I did not mean to interrupt. Franz said it was just like what someone else did to him and was mad. I felt upset because I was not trying to be like that other person.

Franz had given me a lot of "keys" to the property. I was very worried he would say "Rammy I want you to give back all your permissions." I thought the best thing to do is to give them all back and go away. That way Franz would know I could never interrupt again like that other person did. Also I would not have to worry about a confrontation. I don't like confrontations.

Well readers sometimes you do things that other people think are strange. I don't think I am always the smartest person in the world or anything, but I thought I should go and find new friends and new adventures and stuff. I thought that I will go away from Franz for a while, but maybe talk to him later.

The past few days I decided I should call him. So tonight I decided I will call. But then the weirdest thing happened. He called me. When I saw his name show up on the chat box it was eerie. So we talked some. I had to go out in RL and could not talk long or go and see him in person. So I will see him soon when I come back in world.

Having friends is a good thing but sometimes our relationships with friends are complicated. I must have a zillion friends but they don't light up on my list anymore. I think they may either have stop coming to SL or have turned my check box with the eye ball off. I think that maybe they met me once and decided they didn't want to be my friend anymore. Or maybe they forgot who I was or something. Well that's all for tonight.

Phantasia

I started out coming in world at my friend Andy's (Andrzej Eberhardt) new place. I am glad he is not so worried and on edge as he was a week ago. I helped Andy put in a new radio for his land and I am glad he picked a really cool station. It sounded like a station that could be comfortable playing opera and rock right next to each other. He said I could build something in the sky if I wanted but I don't want to take too many prims. I am thinking I should build a sky meditation house where you can go to relax. I have an idea that you would be surrounded by soothing colors or something. But since I was building it from scratch I can make it low prim. Maybe I could sell them - but I would just charge a little because I don't want to be a money pig or anything. Then he went to cook dinner and I went over to visit my friend Alexx.

Alexx and I talked about a lot of stuff. He is very knowledgeable about theater. Here we are relaxing with my wings crushed against his chest. I don't know much other than it is fun to see a play. But he has studied theater and knows a lot about it. He talked about something called Phantasia which was sort of an aesthetic consciousness. He said we are endowing our avatars with our own Phantasia when we communicate to each other. He said even though it is irrational to get excited by pixels yet we are because there is feed back. It was a lot of stuff to think about.

But last night a really weird thing happened. Allex was visiting Italy and I had previously had a premonition of an earthquake. But don't worry readers I am sure he is OK. Well it was certainly a weird coincidence.

Things That Happen

Well here I am again. I was away from SL for a long time due to a lot of RL stuff. I met some new friends the other night too. I met Aaeodama Starostin and DaddysLilGirl Naidoo.

One person I met from Chiaroscuro, Aasha Aeon, passed away in RL. I did not know her well, I had only spoken to her once or twice in chat. She was very nice despite being in pain. She had been sick for a while. It was sad to hear the news of her passing but sadly it was not unexpected. My friend Leigh Eel made a really cool lily arrangement. Here is a picture with Opacus Jenkins looking around from the back. There really is a lot of detail here so I zoomed in on that.

Well I am sorry I don't have much to say tonight but I hope all my readers are doing well. I will write more soon.

We Are All Under Stress in The Real World

I guess I am just a stressed out person. I don't want to be. I want to run away rather than deal with stuff. Well I know I'm not perfect. That's why I like SL, it's a great place to run away.

I have not written to my blog for over 15 days now. I have not been to SL too much - or at least as much as I used to lately. I have all these ideas that I want to do but just don't have the time. I don't want to make a lot of stuff to sell and make money but just make cool stuff and give it to people. I guess that is not the way the system is supposed to work. I keep hearing "suits" talk on TV in RL saying how things are so bad, etc. etc. When you hear bad stuff over and over and over I think it pollutes the mind of civilization and makes minds of the world's people like a bunch of lemmings running off the cliff.

This all has made me think of a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Bugs Bunny finds a little penguin and tries to get him back to the North Pole through the whole cartoon. At the end of the cartoon the little penguin hands Bugs Bunny a card that says he is the "World's Only Hoboken Penguin". Bugs Bunny says "HOBOKEN!!!" When I was a kid and saw this cartoon I did not know what Hoboken meant since I did not grow up in metro New York. I thought Hoboken may have mean heart broken or something. Or maybe house broken. It would be good to have a house broken penguin I would guess. But I digress from my main point. And my main point is that I have no point.



I guess the people who made cartoons made something that had an impression on me. The people who are the most powerful people alive are the people who plant seeds in the next generation's minds.

Valentines, Spelling Problems and Toys

I have really been busy in RL and didn't even have time to take a picture for this blog entry. But I just wanted to put something out anyway. First of all I tried to make a bunch of hand made valentines cards but I messed some of them up. I didn't run any spell check on the words so I had a boat load of spelling errors on them. I slipped them under doors and rang the bell and ran away, which is the tradition. I wish I had more time to make them.

Now for a story that really has no meaning. It is just about how you can feel a certain way sometimes. Imagine you get a really cool toy airplane. This is a model but a realistic one, one you can fly by a handle attached to a string. The string will make the rudders go up and down so it will be just like really flying.

This is not some splashy tacky toy, it is made somewhere from a company that employees toy makers who have a passion for their toys. You look at the box. It has a really nifty illustration of a flying plane on the outside of the box. You look at the picture and project yourself in it as a pilot. You run your hand over the box.

You take the plane out for a first run to test it out. You take it out of the box. It has all sorts of little parts, realistic little wheels that roll for take offs and landings, little tiny windows over the cockpit. You put the special fuel in with the little hose. You start the little engine. The little motor makes a buzzing sound and starts to move.

In a few seconds the little plane goes up into the air but for no reason suddenly takes a nose dive and crashes to earth breaking into a dozen pieces. There it lays, all the pieces, never to be put back. The new toy is broken.

Sometimes I think we are all half crazy. But we are all crazy on different halves. The only good thing about a sad story is that it helps clean me out in some sort of weird way. Well I better end this now before everyone thinks I've gone off the deep end.

Life is Theater But Ending With Brain Pockets

This evening I was really mad. I had a really cool idea for this thing I wanted to build in SL. I won't tell you about it so when I finish it I can let you know. But I couldn't make stuff do what I wanted with the rotation scripts - I think it has to do with multiple linked objects or something. Any way I got so mad I shouted out a lot of bad language, since it was a mature sim I figured I could. Franz heard me and came over but he couldn't quite fix it either and he had to go.

The other day I met Alexx Babii (with me in this picture) and he called tonight to show me a recreation of the The Theatre of Pompey and gave me a quick tour. I made the mistake of thinking the theater was from the city of Pompey - it was named after a Roman General and there is no relation to the doomed city. You can find it at Theatron in SL. Later Alexx showed me his tree house that was decorated with many "classical" images on the wall.

And now changing the subject, I have some thoughts on brain pockets. You know how you meet someone who seems real smart and they talk loud as though they were the biggest know-it-all in the universe? I don't think anyone is ever any smarter than anyone else - I think it all boils down the the number of brain pockets you have. Some people have lots of brain pockets, some that button up, and some with zippers. They fill their brain pockets up with pieces of facts, nonsense, and sometimes a good thought. But you should never let someone with a lot of brain pockets make you feel inferior because it is not the number of pockets a person has, it is what is being held in them. But always remember to take the tissues out of your brain pockets before you put them in the washing machine.