The Volcano Effect

Well dear readers I am not sure were I am going with this post. I guess I had a boat load of stuff that I wanted to put out so I decided I felt like a volcano about to erupt. So I guess this is the volcano effect.

I decided to be purple these days. I don't know why - but it sort of is nice to be just a little different. Then I had this really weird thought. What if someone tried to bully me since I was purple. Fortunately I have a magic avatar energy shield that will prevent any harm coming to me. But then I was thinking about why people are bullies in the first place and what that weird space was all about. Human interaction is really complex so my brain went into overload and I had to stop thinking.

I saw this really cool show on TV the other day about how we all are very similar to fish genetically. I guess scientists think we evolved from fish. If you look at an embryo from a fish and then a human they look a lot alike. Then the TV show started talking about monkeys and apes and how they may not be related to humans since they are like a different branch of the tree. I like all that science stuff because it makes you think about stuff and if you don't think you will drive your brain into the ditch and have to spend your life as a puppet on a string by people who trip out on pulling strings.

Anyway I keep thinking about bullies. And I keep thinking about how humans evolve from fish. Then I started thinking about all these weird cells that you look at under the microscope and how they interact with each other. I tried to think of bullies as a necessary part of human civilization and that maybe they had some purpose. But I don't think they do. I think that bullying other people is an unnecessary function of humans.

I think bullies are just people who freak out about their awareness of the reality that humans can be male and female at the same time. I think they are trying to kill something in their heads that scare them. I guess stuff that comes from inside people's minds is where evil comes from.

I Hate Spiders

Today I thought I would dress up in a scuba suit and wander around. Here I am at the Star Trek Museum. You may wonder why I am wearing scuba gear. Well to be honest I really don't know. It just seemed like a cool idea. I started wondering around SL in scuba gear to see if any one would say "Hey - what's the big idea? Why are you wearing scuba gear?" But no one did. I guess most people have more important things to think about than why some crack pot is wearing a scuba outfit.

Anyway I was talking to my friend Kyne Tigerpaw tonight. We started talking about spiders. I really hate spiders. They creep me out. They have creepy legs and actually have eight or more eyes. What a weird creature to have eyes all over its body!

I have always hated spiders. I think it goes back to when I was a little boy and had these really cool cardboard people that made up a family. It was some stupid thing that they gave away at the gas station for kids to play with. There was a father, mother, brother, and sister. I think there was a cardboard dog too, I can't remember. But then I remember all of a sudden a creepy black spider was crawling on the side of one of the cardboard family. I was freaked out.

Even though I don't like them, here is some stuff that I read in researching this post. I must be nuts to get so obsessed with them.

But my point is that I had this cardboard family that even though it was not real it was a real family to me. And the family was attacked (well not really "attacked" more like crawled over) by a spider. But I guess I must have been really freaked out because the cardboard family did seem real to me, and it was sort of a reality that was violated or something. I think this may be a post that no one will write a comment on since sounds sort of weird. Well anyway thanks for reading.

People Who Are Not Empties

I went over to my friend Ricardito Castaignede's house last week and he was working on making himself look better. I told him I would write about him in my blog but have been so busy that I have let it go for a few weeks. Since I am a lazy news reporter I saved the conversation that we had but I cut out the stuff that is not appropriate for the entire universe to read:

[16:28] Rammy Urriah‧: family is good - friends are better because they are optional
[16:29] Ricardito Castaignede‧: amen to that, brutha!
[16:29] Rammy Urriah‧: that sort of sounded profound - but maybe it is just rambling
[16:29] Ricardito Castaignede‧: i thought it was pretty profound
[16:29] Ricardito Castaignede‧: blog-worthy even! :)
[16:30] Rammy Urriah‧: i shall have to remember that then
[16:30] Ricardito Castaignede‧: Write about me! And remember to mention how sexy and single I am!
[16:30] Ricardito Castaignede‧: :)
[16:31] Rammy Urriah‧: ok - for what ever good that will do - if ANYONE reads my blog
[16:31] Ricardito Castaignede‧: I do - thats one.
[16:31] Rammy Urriah‧: well let me get a picture of you - hold on....
[16:32] Ricardito Castaignede‧: I didnt realize you wre still here!
[16:32] Ricardito Castaignede‧: Cheese!
[16:33] Rammy Urriah‧: ok - i got a good shot
[16:33] Ricardito Castaignede‧: YOu got my good side? :)
[16:34] Rammy Urriah‧: since i am not a great journalist it may not appear tonight though
[16:34] Ricardito Castaignede‧: no rush

On another day this past week I went to my friend Franziskus Ninetail's house. I had not seen him for a long time. I read from the book of my mind (LOL) in this picture. He is sad because his SL family is not together much these days. I don't have a lot of answers to why things happen but I guess people go away for reasons we may never know.

Life is strange sometimes. Today I was thinking about how people try to invent themselves. You may think inventing yourself is a bad thing, that you should be honest about "who you are" and all that. But I guess it human nature to invent ourselves in one way or the other. Humans would be like boring blobs of dough if they didn't do this. But maybe some humans should be "boring blobs of dough" since we need boring people to do stuff that interesting people would mess up with, since interesting people could not focus on the "blobs of dough" tasks that human civilization requires. I think the blobs of dough people are a category I will call the "empties". The empties are people who run around with their mouthes open like a mail box that you can put mail into. They are everywhere. So just remember that no matter how bad the world is that day - if you are upset about it - then you are NOT an empty.

A Bunch of Stuff and a Piano

I guess this post is going to be a rambling mess. When you are in school you are supposed to have an introduction paragraph, then expand on that, then a concluding paragraph. I guess this post is not really going to have a beginning at all but just fall into the inner thoughts of Rammy Urriah just like a wild ride at the carnival.

Anyway I was wondering who Eddi Haskell is. He is a very famous person in SL. When I first heard the name I thought he was a griefer since it was sort of a menacing sounding name. The guy on Leave It to Beaver was sort of the wise guy who was always sort of mean in a way. But the SL person is a photographer and takes pictures. That made me think of how bad my picture taking is. (see last post for evidence) I guess I don't know how to think in a square or something. When you have a coloring book you are supposed to color in the lines to make the picture look good. But if you are coloring and want to add some new objects, it never looks right since raw crayon is not part of the way the scene was intended by the multi-national coloring book industry.

When I was a kid there were some other kids who would NEVER let any person color a page in their coloring book since they wanted to have full control of that tome of illuminated manuscript master work. The kids that wanted the perfect coloring book (a coloring book that was perfect in every way) grew up to adults. They are all around us, and appear on TV talk shows as "experts". By the way, I wonder how they make money? I guess they are "professional experts" who are paid big bucks by the international coloring book control freak conspiracy.

Anyway back to Eddi Haskell. He has an art gallery that I am going to give an an advertisement for. You should go there if need something, and the prices are quite reasonable. I thought that maybe I would meet him there but he wasn't there at the time. There was a piano so I slipped on a tux and played and took a picture. This is a good picture because I didn't just snap like like I was buzzing a buzzer on one of those game shows where you can win a new refrigerator or a trip to Hollywood to meet a star who would be making milk shakes in Wisconsin except that he or she is a star.

I am worried that all the friends on my list are going away. It sort of makes me sad. I have lots of friends that go away that I never see anymore. I must be kind of crazy I guess, but it makes me feel as though we are just in a bus station in life, we sit, talk to others, but when our bus arrives, we leave and never see the people in the waiting room again. I guess that's a sad way to look at things. I keep meeting new people all the time but want to hold on to the old friends too.

Anyway thank you for reading.

Old and New

Hello blog readers, I will probably not post for a bit due to RL adventures, but I wanted to talk about what I did last night. Last night I had a conversation with two friends, one new Teleny Macarthur, and one old Franziskus Ninetails. Whenever you have conversations with friends you take little bits and put them into the pot of soup you are making in your life.

Well anyway we were talking about stuff that really wasn't so important that it would solve all the worlds problems or anything like that. I had this idea that I should have an evil twin, and I would call him "Spammy Urriah". That's because I think the people who send out spam are evil. I think it is good to have an evil twin because when you do something bad it is good to have someone else to blame it on. If there is a really good looking cake in the refrigerator and you want to eat a piece but it is for a party then you can blame the mystery of why a piece is missing on the evil twin. Evil twins are good for all kinds of purposes.

But then Teleny and Franz started coming up with other names for my new evil twin. Teleny said he could be very heavy = Hammy Urriah. Franz said a singer = Grammy Urriah. This picture was taken by Cammy Urriah. This picture is just plain terrible. It is so bad that it should be used in classes for people in picture taking classes to learn what NOT to do. First of all the angle makes Franz look like he has super long legs! Then we are talking but all looking away from each other - out into space.

But despite my bad picture taking (I like to have a picture because if I didn't put any pictures in my blog you may think I was making all of this up) I had a nice visit. I ended up with some new crazy theories after our conversation. Number one is that doing nothing but talking can be more than doing lots of stuff but not taking in. It is good to talk to friends because they make you feel good and you make them feel good. I don't exactly understand all the science of why that is but it works. I am glad I have friends because they sort of go into my head and I am glad they are there. I was thinking there should be a theory number two but I think one theory is enough since I sort of am going off the deep end again. Maybe theory number two should be that it is important to be a good guest in other people's minds as they are in your mind.

Well if you are not my friend but are just came across my blog via some odd search, I am going to give you an invitation into my mind, so please come in. But if you are my friend then I give you a big welcome hug. Poor Franz seemed very tired last night, I hope he feels better soon. Well anyway thank you all for reading.

How Silly Putty Alters Reality

Well dear readers the other night I had a long chat with my friend Leif Ashdene about subjects that may not seem important to anyone, in fact if you were to simply click the back button on your browser right now and never read this post I will guarantee you will live a full and complete life without ever wasting a droplet of eyeball energy. (I guess eyeball energy comes in droplets) But the weird thing is that we were just chatting and didn't see each other so we could have been dressed up as dragons or monsters and the other person would never have known. Leif was talking about winding down as we all do after dealing with the day's *(^#&!. (insert your own term here) I had an idea that there should be some RL silly putty that you could press down on the faces of people you got mad at and then stretch them out into funny shapes.

Then Leif mentioned that silly putty (which was some stuff that was like some sort of oddball rubber concoction dreamed up by brilliant scientists who wore lab coats and wished they were making something useful but since they had bills to pay they had to invent silly putty to get rich) always smelled funky. We talked about silly putty for a long time, indicating that we are either extremely detailed people or extremely boring people.

Then I told a story that was slathered with sadness. Sometimes it is good to tell a very sad story because after you do you feel better. Go figure. Well here is the sad story:

And now....The Sad Slinky Story. Once there was a little boy who had a birthday party. The little boy knew that he could ask for a new toy to play with, so he thought and thought and decided he wanted to have one of those spring toys that could do tricks. He had seen them on television and since it was on television and the kids in the commercial where having fun, then he would have fun too. He was very happy at his birthday party because he had his very own Slinky.

At the party there was an older boy who went to real school, not kindergarten. Since he was old and he knew how to write letters and numbers, the little boy figured he must know stuff. The older boy said that one thing you can do with a Slinky is to stretch it all the way around the house. The little boy, who despite not having an understanding of mechanical engineering or physics, wasn't too sure this would work. But after all the big kid was older so he must know about these things. Well dear blog readers as you can probably surmise at this point this story is leading to a rather sad ending. The little boy's Slinky did not make it around the house as described by the older kid. The little boy's brand new toy never made it back to its original slink. The little boy was so upset but tried very hard not to cry because he didn't want to let his friends see him cry.

I have absolutely no idea what the meaning of that story even is. I guess the lessen is to not blindly trust people who say they know stuff. Maybe it is just part of life to have bad things happen in the middle of happy times. This will sound really crazy but it is so sad that it actually makes me laugh. Oh well life is interesting. Well good wishes to all, thank you for reading.

Touch the Earth

I was thinking about boat load of stuff today and I guess when you think about stuff it all comes out. So here it is: the most important people in human civilization know how to touch the earth. My friend Andrej and I went to a shopping mall and there was a massage table you could try out. So here is a picture of me trying out a massage on Andrej. We talked and talked about a lot of stuff, some of it silly but some of it important. But alas since we talked in general chat I don't have a record of it so I will have to trust my memory which is sort of flaky sometimes.

Anyway sometimes I watch stuff on TV and all and think it would be really cool to be famous. I think maybe we all have a little wheel that turns this "I would like to be famous" machine in our minds that makes us want to do stuff. If we didn't have it we would have not made it to the 21st century, we would have just died out a thousand years ago and dolphins or some other animal would take over the earth. But since we do have that little wheel I guess we have to ask is it an important wheel that should turn all that we do in life. I mean it is good to have an ego - but is feeding it all we are living for?

I wish I could touch the earth. It is so cool to put seeds into the ground and have them grow into tomatoes and peas and carrots and stuff. But maybe we need to touch other people too.

Well anyway Andrej and I talked about a bunch of stuff but the bottom line is that there really wasn't a bottom line. Maybe it is good not to have a bottom line. I think the lesson I have learned today was that the really important thing is not to try to please the world but to just feel the earth. Well anyway I want to thank everyone for reading this.