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.

Earthquakes, Snow and the Nerdy Fairy Look

I don't really have anything important to post tonight. I met someone named Alexx Babii and we chatted a bit. He read my previous posting on the theater and gave me some links to some things I should look at. We also chatted a bit about the recent snow in his RL world. Later DeliciousDemon Chemistry came by and talked. Before I left I threw a conceptual snowball at Spanki to see how he was. I also got an IM from Rico - hi Rico - hope you are reading this.

Well now to the inchoate contemplations of my wayward mind as they appear in the fecund sod of my sub-consciousness. Rather than choose to create myself as a gorgeous hunk oozing in popularity and good looks, I decided to make myself a nerdy fairy tonight. Don't ask me what possessed me to go this route. I even added some studious glasses along with my knee socked tennis shoe shod outfit. It is very liberating to not be some ideal or cannon of perfection but to be made of fascinating nuances. That's good because I can look any way I want to.

Now to the big prediction. I am hoping everyone in California is ready just in case a big earthquake hits. You never can tell and it is good to be ready. There have been a lot of volcanoes and earthquakes in many places lately.

KAR 120C Where Are You?

The Globe. I guess a certain theatrical flair shows up in this image. Leigh and I stand looking like something from a lost play by Bill himself.

I was not sure what I wanted to write about tonight but then I thought I should just start and thoughts will come. Sometimes when I chat I start to talk but then I say "oh that's not really what I mean to say" then I take it back, then I put it back out again, then take it back, and so on. I guess that's just normal. That's why writing a blog allows you to write, re-write, delete and re-write again.

I'm not sure theater in SL will really work so well. You would have to animate all the actors moves ahead of time and if you do that it is not acting. I think acting is when you watch and are just a little bit nervous that the actor will make a mistake. And I'll bet the actors are nervous too. If they will mess up their lines or sound bad. But that fear of mistakes or something uncontrollable that could happen reminds us what real life is like. Maybe that is why we like to watch a live play. I think if the animations are automated it would be just like watching a movie and would not be so interesting.

I wonder if I would be a good play actor? I'll bet the actors who do it for a long time get used to the experience. I wonder why humans invented acting in the first place? I think a good theater troupe would be very close so they give each other sort of psychic support energy during the play. I'll bet acting is fun.

Well I don't usually put these TV links in my blog, but for some reason this TV show reminds me of Second Life. I am not going to say anything about it though.