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.

Dancing With A Ram

I haven't said much these days since I have been busy but I figured I better say something. I guess there is a lot to be said for saying nothing, but I want to be sure to say something so people know I that I have nothing to say.

I had a nice conversation dance Rian OHanlon. A conversation dance is when you dance but are having a conversation. I took a picture. The picture was kind of cool, a ram (Rian) dancing with me (Rammy). Oh well I digress.

Well I hope all friends are doing well. Thank you for reading this big nothing post.

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.