Wedding!

I couldn't come up with a good title for this post so I just called it "wedding!". I went to the wedding last night of Teleny and Derren that was officiated by Mistletoe Ethaniel. Franz and River were there too. I am sitting in the back in a pew and I just have a very little head in this picture. I wore a tuxedo but I don't like to wear it because it is so cheap - in fact it was a freebie. It makes me look like Gumby or something. I don't know why but it made my arms look like rods with dumb flat hands.

I am not sure why I am thinking about Gumby, that was a ridiculous animated bunch of nonsense about a green eraser. At least I think he was an eraser. He had a head that tilted up to a corner and looked like an eraser. Once I saw a show on TV where a new teacher from Holland was hired to work in the USA (New York City I think) and the young new teacher told his students to be sure to have a rubber available if they make a mistake on their math work. The students roared with laughter since the term had another meaning in the US. Anyway I digress, getting back to Gumby. I always thought Gumby was sort of silly except for one show where he had a lemonade stand that advertised "all you can drink for one dollar". A customer came to the lemonade stand and asked for a lemonade. He drank it down. He said "I would like another". Gumby answered back "I'm sorry that's all you can drink". For some reason I remember that being the funniest thing I had ever heard and laughed aloud for ten minutes without stopping.

Anyway I hope everything goes well for my friends. Thank you all for reading.

Yikes Beaucoup Pfeifens!

Hello blog readers - I hope you are doing well and in a good state of mind these days. My friend Franz called me the other night to a dance at the Zeus Club (I am not sure the exact name) and Derren and Teleny were there too. Franz has been making a revolution around the sun in RL and was having a dance to celebrate it.

I have not posted anything for a while since I have been real busy. I think we all get too busy sometimes and need to look at clouds or something. I asked Franz about lightning bugs (or some people say "fire flies") because they are really cool insects that you can catch in the summer. I guess it is not quite summer yet.

A lot the people at the dance had a different brain pattern. My brain pattern theory (and now hold on dear readers for still another theory that will leave a splat on the wall of continuing unnecessary blathering in the great zone of humanity) is that people have different brain patterns at different different points in time. Some brain patterns push people into blowing whistles and going "hoot hoot" or pushing a button that makes them go "hoot hoot".

I guess I must think too much or something. But I like all my friends because they have a flower inside all the stuff they say. I guess when we talk the words really are just a bunch of sounds but the stuff that is underneath the sounds is where all the real value is.

But getting back to lightning bugs, I think that they are probably not so keen on being caught but I like their yellow glow. I don't know why it even came into my mind. I guess everybody's brain patterns are a lot like trees. Some trees grow tall but do not bend much but others' just bend as the wind blows. I guess a lot of different types of trees make a forest or something.

Well anyway dear blog readers, thank you for reading and I hope you are not stressed about stupid stuff because it is not worth it.

Chiaroscuro, Brain Castles and the Cranial Theory

My friend Greville Oh invited me up to his house the other night. It was filled with a boatload of red objects since he likes red a lot.  He was putting together a web site of Chiaroscuro and we talked a bit about how humans learn to do new things (like build websites and stuff) along with other seemly important things.

Since it is hard and expensive to build a sim I wanted give this link so all the zillions of readers who read this blog (LOL) can read about Chiaroscuro. It is sort of an odd mix up of different stuff, I am not sure if it fits exactly in a category. But then again most people don't fit in a category anyway.

And now on to another subject.

I am just a normal human and I get stressed about stupid stuff in RL so I was feeling stressed. When you get stressed sometimes you think of crazy stuff and since as many readers of this blog know, crazy stuff is most of this blog. But since these ideas are good new philosophies I think I should bring them to the dinner table of great philosophies. I guess there are a lot of people that have studied philosophy that may say "Rammy - what makes you think you know philosophy since you don't have an advanced degree for a major university?" to which I say "well maybe not but I know that if you eat a blueberry Popsicle your tongue will turn blue."

There are some people in life that build brain castles. This is what happens when humans don't let other humans into their brain, sometimes because they are afraid of something that may happen. I guess it is OK to have brain castles but you should always remember to let the draw bridge down from time to time. True some bad people may get in but if you never let the drawbridge down it is guaranteed that no good people will ever get in and your life will be lonely.

Now philosophy number two - the cranial theory. Actually this should be the "crane-e-all" theory.  If you ever see a new building being built you may say "hey - I wonder how tall this building will be?". All you need to do is look at the crane. The crane would never be taller than the building since that would be a waste. But it would not be shorter since then the building could not be built to its height by the crane. So cranial theory means that you can predict the future with stuff you can see in the present.

Well I hope everyone is doing OK these days and don't let things stress you out. Thank you for reading.

What Goes On Inside the Mind of a Reptile?

Well dear readers I guess I had new philosophical thought the other day. A great cosmic noodle of nonsense hit my brain and that noodle of nonsense (to be known as a NON) stated: "A lot of stuff makes up life, but none of those stuffs by themselves make up a life, it takes a lot of stuffs to make up life."

And now here is the story to explain this. Once there was someone walking down the street in a major city that at the southern tip of a very large country. The person walking saw a car stop in the middle of the road and the driver just started honking the horn. He beeped and beeped and beeped. The person walking thought maybe he was saying hello to someone he saw on the street that he knew or something. Then it turned out there was an iguana in the road and the guy was honking to make it move. Now you may think that when you are an iguana and a large metal object makes a loud noise like that you should run like crazy. But no! The iguana's brain must have been stuck in contemplation mode or something - it just sat there looking up at the car. Finally its iguana brain came to the conclusion "yikes - I've got to run away!" and off it ran, tail up in the air.

The other night I had a good conversation with my friend Leif Ashdene on the SL chat phone. We talked about subjects related to snow. If I had to go on a game show and answer questions about dealing with snow I would probably not win any prizes and the music would end going wah wah waaaah.

But getting back to snow I had an idea that it could be melted with flame throwers and all the snow could be cleared. Leif correctly pointed out that that would be a disaster, it would melt all the cars under the snow. (note to Micheal Bloomberg: do not contract the services of the Rammy Urriah Snow Management Company)

But the point to this is the mind of reptiles. Since I know TV history (I could do good on a game show here) the idea of fire breathing dragons came into my head as I talked to Leif. There were three dragons I could think of from TV and popular music, Kukla, Fran, and Ollie (Ollie was the dragon), Puff the Magic Dragon (really a song not a TV show), and the third dragon (which is technically a sea serpent but since this is my blog I can bend the rules).

Did you ever wonder where the term "propeller head" comes from? That's what they call techie people. I think it comes from this TV show, Beanie and Cecil. You should watch this, it is really wild. I like the part where all the kids spin around and around the TV like it is a magic object and the song goes "come on kids lets flip our lids, higher than the moon". Then their propellers spin off into outer space. It is really trips me out to watch. It is almost like experiencing an alternative reality.



P.S. (I don't think you can say "P.S" in a blog but anyway) Here is a site with more information on this weird cartoon.

A Nice Christmas Conversation

Having a conversation with other people is a really strange and complicated thing humans do. I wonder why we humans invented the idea of conversation? Then I started thinking about how people get lonely and maybe the loneliness is an instinctual response because the humans who did not get lonely and need to talk to people died out a zillion years ago or something.

Well anyway dear blog readers last night started out weird. (not related to the picture you see - that will come later) I ran into a weird person who did not speak well. I don't mind that because I don't expect everyone to speak English well, but he just blurted out his fantasy demands (I will leave that part to your imagination) and as though his world was just a carnal ejaculation with no awareness of the subtleties of human nuance. In other words - "what a sleaze bag".

Then I met up with Derren Nexen and had a very good conversation. I took a picture and there it is. As you can see there were these red pose balls that made it look like we had just finished playing soccer (or football as they say in England) and we have the balls on our arms.

The conversation was filled with all sorts of cool idea path ways and pleasant avenues of our mental gardens. I guess only humans have conversations, although I think birds talk to each other too sometimes. But I think birds don't really get into talking that much although I don't know since I'm not a bird. Sometimes when it is cold birds will all sit on the telephone wire. They sit and sit and they are actually listening to our telephone conversations through their feet. They sometimes turn to the bird on their side and say in bird talk "get a load of that crazy person talking on the phone" and laugh in their bird laugh sound. Well frankly I don't care that birds are laughing at me.

Well I hope everyone is having a good Christmas holiday even if you don't celebrate it. Just don't let some evil merchant make you feel guilty for not buying a boat load of stuff you shouldn't be wasting your money on in the first place. Thank you for reading.

Buy, Sell, Eat

Once upon a time (all great stories start that way) there were a bunch of mice that lived in a nice cage owned by evil scientists. They were very happy mice, they just laid around all day, sometimes getting water from the bottle with their little pink mouse tongues licking it out (lick, lick, lick) and running on the wheel (squeak, squeak, squeak - wheel needs some oil) and sleeping in a big pile of mouse bodies. When they sleep all their little bellies go up and down sucking in air and when you look at it looks like a fur ball vibrating. They looked just like that episode from the old Star Trek show where Captain Kirk was covered by tribbles.

Well everything was doing well in the mouse cage except the evil scientists were not happy unless they were conducting experiments. Evil scientists get agitated if they don't do experiments. So they decided to see what would happen if they added more mice to the cage. Well it started out OK except things started to get ugly. Instead of one or two mice licking the water bottle - a whole bunch of little tongues all competed for a lick. As to the wheel, well that was a mess. There were three mice on the wheel at once. Then when one mouse would get tired on the wheel the other two kept going and the tired mouse went round and round upside down. Then there were a bunch of other mice waiting in line for wheel time yelling "hey don't bogart that wheel!!" (these mice used a lot of American slang from underground comic books sometimes)

Well to make the whole story more interesting (or as some critics may say more ridiculous) there was another bunch of mice that the evil scientists wanted to experiment on. They gave them chocolate candy and let them sit around and watch TV all day. The mice liked to watch Tom and Jerry cartoons because it made the mice feel superior. Cats generally don't care for Tom and Jerry cartoons particularly because it shows cats in a bad light. In fact cats generally don't care for TV anyway, with the exception of Mr. Ed the talking horse re-runs and the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. But I digress.

There really isn't much point to this whole story. I just thought it would be cool to make myself look real fat and take a picture of myself. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be in another body. There was an episode of the cartoon TV show The Jetsons  where the wife went to the beauty parlor and instead of getting a new hair style she just popped on a new head. At least I think that is what I remembered seeing. I think I must have to have my head examined for remembering something goofy like that. Well anyway I thing I am going to conclude this big mess by saying I think the lesson is that we should learn is not be mice in a cage, no matter if we are the mice in cage number one that is too crowded or the mice in cage number two that sit around watching TV and eating candy. Thank you all for reading and please be happy.

Finding Your Tribe

Please forgive me dear readers for not getting an SL picture for this post. I am trying to understand where I am in time. A long time ago we all knew what tribe we belonged to because you needed to be in a group since if you weren't in a group you would be eaten by wild saber toothed tigers. People in groups could figure out how to all get together to scare the saber toothed tigers away by waving their hands and yelling "whoop whoop whoop". When a bunch of people yell "whoop whoop whoop" saber toothed tigers are quite intimidated.

These days we are all spending our times finding our true tribes. I guess we like to find and build human relationships and stuff. But because we can build a tribe that exists all over the virtual world now it really makes things complicated but interesting.

I read a post by my friend Franz who sad that Henryk Gorecki had died. He was a great artist and I was sad to hear of his passing. There are so many people who have written music in the last century that are not heard much. I am going to put a link to Ciurlionis who was an artist in multiple mediums. I really like his paintings. I think his music reminds me of Gorecki in some ways.

I'm not a super smart "know-it-all" when it comes to music and art and stuff but my theory is that you don't conquer art, you instead just have an intimate relation with it. I guess that means you have to go (as the scarecrow said in the Wizard of Oz) both ways. Now I am really rambling.

Well I hope I find my tribe one day so I don't get eaten by a saber toothed tiger.