We Humans Are All Pianos

I was thinking the other day that I was feeling like a piano. Not that I wanted to play a piano but that I was a piano. And that I guess we are all just pianos, with our keys ready to be played by any one who happens to be walking along and says "I see a piano to play." Some people know how to play our keys real well but others are just key bangers that are annoying.

You may note with the picture that I am wearing horns. There is nothing wrong with choosing to wear horns, but this really has nothing to do with this blog post.

But getting back to pianos, one thing that I have noticed is that a lot of people keep their lids closed. This is good in that no one will play your keys but it also means that no one who really knows how to play well will be able to play on you. So there you sit in the piano store with no opportunity to be played, but never risking a bad player playing some really hack rendition of a piece of music.

I guess when we watch TV or the read the news or go to our stupid jobs at work or what ever, we have our keys exposed to the world and must deal with a bunch of nit-wits who will try to play our keys. In fact even when you go to the store or even just try to walk somewhere there are people who think it is OK to just try to play your keys with out any real respect of the beautiful music that you can make as a human being.

I wonder why human beings invented crazy stuff, like why did humans invent music? I mean it is really weird that it is based on all that math and notes and timing and all. I guess that a lot of years ago a bunch of humans were sitting around and one of them invented music and the other humans said "hey that bunch of sounds is really cool and I think this invention should follow human civilization around all over the world" and the human who invented music said "hey, thanks a lot."

My friend Franz gave me a music box that has a picture of his family when you open it. When they were taking this picture they had just loaded up a lot of logs in the fire place and it became so hot that they had to take a lot of their clothes off. I though I would put it in my house but I realized I it was not rotation friendly - but I fixed it and here it is in this picture.

I hope everybody is having a good end of year holiday and that if you live south of the equator that you are having a great summer. Thank you for reading.

The Oxymoronity of Black Lights

Last night I went over to the store of someone I met a long time ago, Fr0zenHawk Effingham. It is called CoudWhat? and is located here. There is a lot of stuff that reminded me of black lights, which caused some small machine in my brain to think "if white is light, how can it be black?" This small machine located in a tucked away corner just behind the eyeballs occasionally chugs out useless wanderings that are of no real value. We both talked a bit about eyeballs. I am not sure why but eyeballs have been the subject of artists for a zillion years. If you ever want to make a scary picture just put a big eyeball in it.

Anyway I made a picture of Fr0 (see right) but since I was feeling it needed a dash of trip vibe to the scene I adjusted it a bit.

Now I think the time has come to speak of ants. Yes those little six legged intruders into the sanctum of a human's shelter that crawl around like little explorers with one sole purpose, to find food.  Once they used to sell these ant farms to kids (I am not sure if they still do) and the kids could look at ants do ant-like things all day long. However since there was no way to insert commercials into the ant farm, their use was limited in the minds of the corporate establishment. Kids who never had ant farms never saw the little ants:

1. plant corn and drive a little tractor
2. fetch small ant eggs for omletes
3. milk the little ant cows for fresh dairy products, like ant milk, ant yogurt, and best of all ant ice cream.

Anyway I think Salvador Dali had many ants in his pictures. Maybe ants get in our dreams at night or something. I think I am getting too ridiculous tonight so I better stop. I hope everyone is doing well and not stressed out about a lot of useless stuff that is truly unworthy of your time. Thank you for reading.

Zombies Are Everywhere

I met with my friend Franz last night and he wrote about the ZOMBIES!!!  We were at a place that I am not sure was officially opened for Halloween but that's OK. He gave me a "ahh!" animation and I put it on and took this picture but it was hard to get all the action to happen at the same time. In this place these people with bloody teeth and hands that stick out move close to you and want something from you but you don't know what.

Sometimes I get mad at stuff and think that many people in the world are just zombies, moving along with out thinking about anything, just watching stupid stuff on television. In fact all television is is just a bunch of advertisements that say "buy this" or "do that". But people still watch it. Once I saw a movie called The Manchurian Candidate, a suspense thriller about an attempt to assassinate a factious president of the United States. The really freaky thing about this movie is that it was made right before President Kennedy got shot. But what was really good was that someone actually wrote a script, not just hired a bunch of nerdy techies to do a lot of gratuitous explosions that light up the screen with sonic rumbles that you can feel through the floor causing you to spill your drink and make your popcorn fly up in the air in a eruption of fake butter yellow coated particles.

Anyway if you get a chance to see this movie you should. (I guess I am giving movie reviews now!) But the line I always remember is: "the human race is divided into two distinct and irreconcilable groups: those that walk into rooms and automatically turn television sets on, and those that walk into rooms and automatically turn them off." Unfortunately the turn on segment is rapidly outnumbering the turn off segment.

 Oh well so much for my opinions. But if you have your TV set turned off you are on the road to nirvana in my mind. Thanks for reading.

We Only Know People In Slices

Once someone told me that he thought people all live in boxes and you only know the side of the box that you can see since you are in a box as well. I guess when you deal with all that x, y, and z stuff you start thinking like a box head.

Once I had an idea for this really cool globe thing that you could wear and it would say "Bad Vibe Shield" and would rotate around you to magically prevent some other person's bad vibes from polluting your inner space. I though maybe some people would pay Lindens for them and give them as gifts and I could have enough money to build a huge shopping mall and be like that monopoly man with the white mustache and the top hat. Then I thought I would just give them away. But I could never make the rotation do what I wanted to and it turned out to be a big goofy thing that didn't work right. I make a lot of things that end up sort of goofy. I never showed it to anyone except once my friend Franz saw it in progress once.

I kept the "Bad Vibe Shield" texture I made and used it to keep people from falling off the edge of a platform I built. It is one of those textures that you can see through.

Anyway I have not written much so I thought I should put some logs on the fire of this blog and say some stuff about knowing people in our minds and about art and anything else that would get a fire glowing in the fireplace in the cosmic blog-o-sphere.

I used to come to SL a lot in the beginning and stay for hours. It really tripped me out to see a virtual reality and to be able to dress up in clothes you can make up and do anything you wanted to. Now I just come for a while and my time schedule is not such that I see many friends any more.  But I keep thinking about knowing people in boxes. I think of it as knowing people in slices. All of the humans who did not make friends died out many years ago since the humans who had the "friend" tendency formed tribes to fight off saber toothed tigers and such. The ones that stayed by themselves did not last so long. Thus the Rammy Urriah theory. But I don't think we ever really know people all the way, just a slice of them.

Now for more of the "slice" theory. Sometimes when you have a friend who lives away that you only talk to by phone, you only can tell how their life is by the slice they give you when they call. If they call on a bad day and they seem very sad or upset you end up thinking "yikes, X is doing very bad!" (I use the "X" to designate that it could actually be anyone but you dear readers already know that so my putting this stupid comment in the middle is sort of ridiculous - so please ignore this useless comment) Anyway my thinking is that we know people by the sum of their slices, so we hope that the slices we are given are a good representation of the whole.

Well anyway I hope that everyone is doing well and finding life good. This is my slice of me tonight. Thank you for reading.

Mad Beyond Words!!!!

I am really mad. I am so mad that I am going to sound like some sort of volcano blogger that just vents and spits out like a grouch pot. (I am not sure what a "grouch pot" is - but it sounds like how I feel)

I was editing something in Second Life and the ^$#@~'s that came out with the computer interface who obviously are are a pack of nit-wit zombies who either don't understand appropriate human computer interface or are just in need to collect a fat paycheck to afford their overpriced San Francisco hill shacks don't understand the value of undo. I somehow (accidentally) deleted something elaborate that I was working on and there is no logical "undo" of a deletion. Yes I know there is a "control-z" but it is poorly implemented and may or may not restore. It is no wonder why people who are creative are abandoning this platform like air from a tire on a bicycle that just ran over a nail.

Why is is that in most standard computer interfaces when you want to undo something you can? Is it that we as are supposed to feel the "user" is simply not as "smart" as the people who are the brilliant computer genius engineers who wrote the *&*#^! software!

At this point I am not sure I even care any more. I am so &@^#*ing mad that I don't want to every create anything. Maybe this is why creative people are losing interest in Second Life. I hope some Linden god reads this!

Well don't worry dear readers, I will cool down in a few minutes. I am not really a hot-head by nature. But I am so mad now that I am thinking that I perhaps had better not post this. But wait a minute, why not? (as you can tell dear readers your poster is not afraid of voicing an opinion) OK here is this post.

Where Are We In the Cosmos?

There. How's that for a wild post title? You know what I really hate are people who say stupid stuff in group IM's and blast them out to all group members. Some of those group members may be doing something important such as clipping their toenails and do not want to hear that blabbing. OK I know that sometimes I say stuff that is stupid in an open chat at a party (but not in a group IM) and then after I think about it I say to myself "eek! that was not a good thing to say" but alas, as in RL, if we never said stuff, be it goofy or not, we would live in a land of people with tape over their mouths. If you are a school teacher you may want to put tape over kid's mouths but I think that is against the law.

I haven't posted for a while, but then again I really had nothing worthwhile to say. I have taken a picture of me outside my house standing next to pinky the flamingo. The house is sort of odd in that it is rather goth and I am not really a goth person but it was what was here and it is very nice. There are skeleton heads over the windows.

Now this part of the post is about stuff that may not be of any great importance to your life but here it is anyway. Do you know that if the normal life expectancy is, say 77, that means:

77 years times 365 = we will may see 28,105 sunrises.

(Of course if you sleep until noon this theory is thrown out the window!) I guess that also means 28,105 sunsets too. If it is rainy then I guess there are not that many. I guess the bottom line is that stupid stuff that happens in the middle of the day is not very important. Maybe I should find some group I belong to and paste all these goofy thoughts in and blast them out. Don't worry I won't do that, I do have class with a capital K. (That's from a Cab Calloway song)

I hope everyone is doing well and that you are enjoying your 28,105 sunrises and sunsets. Thank you for reading.

An Advertisement for My Friend Franz

Last night I visited my friend Franziskus Ninetails (who is a famous celebrity in SL) and he was telling me about his houses that he has built and are at his store. Here is the place to go to find them. You should go there if you want a house with a medieval flair, the prices are quite reasonable.

I took a picture of one of the houses that was rezzed by the rezzing machine. Here we are looking at it.

Last night I was feeling sort of lost in RL and SL so I just wondered around sending IMs to people who I had not spoken to for a long time. I guess we all feel lost in the universe from time to time. We humans are interesting animals. We are hard wired to be social with each other since the humans who did not form communities were eaten by saber-toothed tigers many years ago.

I told my friend Franz that I will put a link to his store on my blog that zillions of people read. (LOL) This next part may seem to have nothing to do with this post but it does. I really hate when people throw chewed up chewing gum on the street or parking lot. When you step in it it sticks to your shoe and you say &*%#@! chewing gum! - what sort of stupid jerk threw it out like this!!! Sometimes in life stuff is just like that chewing gum, it sticks to your mind.  Chewing gum on the shoe is not a good thing but the metaphor is. Sometimes things stick to us. But not in a bad way like chewing gum, but just in a way. I often wonder as we go through life if there is a cosmic chewing gum on the shoe system that we meet people in our lives.

Well anyway I should have thought this crazy post through more before I typed it in. But the nice things about posts that are not thought out is that you can see the person who typed it in better. Thank you for reading.