I made an ox.

No, it’s not a euphemism for something. I really built an ox. He’s about 40 prims and will pull the prototype ox-cart I’d been working on.

He moos softly every 20-60 seconds, and if you walk up close to his head he lets out a good loud “MOOOOO!”

Not sure what to name him. Any ideas?

It’s a metaphor, mostly.

[14:18] Mistletoe Ethaniel: I think I may have found that missing joy already; I think it’s on my person. But I’m gonna take a week to get all the other crap out of my pockets that’s keeping me from getting to it heh

Cat Agus Cu LIVE today 1PM SLT

Come join us at a NEW venue, Lilly’s Irish Pub in Glendalough, today at 1 PM SLT (4PM Eastern, 9PM GMT)! If you’ve never heard Cat Agus Cu before, you’re in for a real treat. Come and hear Irish and Scottish traditional music, some jigs and reels, drinking songs, and some cry-in-your-ale ballads performed LIVE via stream at Lilly’s.

More about Cat Agus Cu here.

SLUrl to Lilly’s here.

About the Venue: Lilly’s is a casual modern-day small Irish pub. It’s got a big dance floor and some seating at tables, at the bar, and on couches. It’s in a Mature sim so “language” is OK. Voice is disabled for the sake of DJ’s and performers.

Vacation

I’m enjoying my time off more than I thought I would. So I think I’ll have a bit more.

I’ve got a gig Monday afternoon, and I’ll have to feed the chickens, but otherwise I’m having a feeling the world won’t spin off its axis if I stay on vacation a wee bit longer.

So that’s what I intend to do.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPod touch]

The Content Creator’s Supplementary Guide to Business in SL

Consider how many businesses there are in Second Life. Most of these businesses aren’t run by business people at all; primarily, most of the businesses in SL are owned and run by people who are creators first, businesspeople second (if at all).

I am in no way an authority on this subject, but I do have some experience, having opened more than one business in my Second Life. One of the great things about SL commerce is that you have the opportunity to learn from your mistakes but still keep your doors open in the meantime while you implement what you learn.

Well. I don’t want to reinvent the wheel here. There are some great articles out there on SL commerce and I’ll point you to them as I go along. I want to talk about some of the things I’ve learned, what works, what didn’t work, what will hopefully work for you.

Ageplay, RPing–another rant

So I read a blog on “ageplay” in SL and how the blog writer is creeped out by it. I think first I need to clarify what the blogger meant by ageplay and what I mean by it.

To the author of the blog, “ageplay” meant any adult pretending to be a child (as in, having a child avatar) in any capacity at all, sexual or otherwise.

To me, and to LL, “ageplay” means pretending to be a child (again, having a child avatar) for sexual purposes. That does NOT include being an adult and having an adult avatar who wears pigtails and a school uniform. It means the whole “want some candy little girl?” thing being played out.

“Who?”

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

–Emily Dickinson

Me at iheartsl: Living the Dream is closing.
iheartsl: Who?

Me at Puzzle Pirates: Ardea has left already, but I’m saying a late goodbye.
Puzzle Pirates: Who?

Me at ProfileSLive: Come hear our band!
ProfileSLive: Who?

I’ll be the first to admit it, I like a degree of obscurity. I like that this is not some hugely popular blog that gets hundreds of hits per day. I like that my sim gets a little, but not a lot, of traffic. Too much popularity invites grief and drama, and who the hell wants that? Clearly some people must, because if nobody wanted grief or drama there wouldn’t be any. Or, at least, there’d be way less.

So I’m perfectly content with “who?” or “I’ve heard the name before, but can’t for the life of me remember where…” Those who know me, I’m glad to know (mostly ). Those who don’t have better things to do than flame my blog–like, flaming someone else’s blog. Wait. Damn.

Cat Agus Cu LIVE today, noon SLT

Join Cat Agus Cu today as we help a friend with the Grand Opening of their new sim, Highland Decadance. Because it’s a kind of Scottish-heavy sim, we’re going to do a kind of Scottish-heavy set for them. Come and join us!

Highland Decadence Entry Point

If you can’t catch us inworld, have a listen at http://orange.neostreams.info:12958

About the venue: Highland Decadence is a mature medieval-style RP sim. Combat is suspended during OOC events (like live shows!). Garb is very much encouraged.

I got yer “limits” right here…

I’ve been a gamer for many years. Good god I don’t even know how many. I was playing D&D in high school, which was a long time ago (I won’t say HOW long; let’s just say I remember when they added the A and made it AD&D). I’m well familiar with the concept of RPing, probably moreso than a lot of people who bandy the word about today. And not just in the medium of dice and paper; I RPed on MUDs on Telnet, on forums, in chat, and on MMO games long previous to SL.

And never once, in literally decades, did I have to put anything in the way of “RP limits” anywhere in my profile. In fact, I’ve been in SL for a year now, and I’ve gotten away with not having to put such foolishness in my profile.

Well, tomorrow we got a gig in a sim that caters to tastes other than my own. They insist that it’s not Gor, ok, whatever, but its copious rules do mention that women “may be captured” if they don’t put RP Limits in their profile. I think it’s ridiculous sexist bullshit. But, as Floyd said in Muppet Treasure Island: just play the gig, man, don’t get into the politics.

But, to clear up any possible ambiguity, I’ve added the following to the front page of my profile:

“RP limits” huh? How about this: lay one fucking hand on me without my consent and you’ll be sipping all your remaining meals through a straw. Sound like a plan?

Bad Poetry (oh noetry)

Last night in a dream
You put your hands on my shoulders
looked me in the eyes
(your eyes were green)
Told me it’s going to be all right
And kissed me
(your mouth tasted like vanilla)
Just a kiss
A long
delicious
perfect kiss

And I woke up knowing
You’re not that guy
And to you I’m not that woman

And I sighed.