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Happy Saturday to you all! Come and celebrate the weekend early with us as Northfarthing’s “house band”, Cat Agus Cu, plays live at the Green Dragon Inn starting at 4 PM SLT (7 Eastern). Enjoy an hour of Irish and Scottish traditional music: jigs and reels, drinking songs, and cry-in-your-ale ballads and slow airs, played by Mistletoe Ethaniel and her RL husband Archimides Skytower. If you haven’t heard Cat Agus Cu before (or if you tried to last week when our connection got scuppered…) then you are in for a real treat.
About the venue: Northfarthing is a non-gorean medieval sim. No public displays of slavery are permitted. Medieval/Renaissance/Fantasy attire is welcome and encouraged, but not required. But please wear something kthx. Northfarthing is a Mature sim, so please act mature.
More about the band here.
Can’t make it inworld? Listen via our stream on WinAmp, iTunes, or whatever player you use.
I’ve hereby made a conscious decision.
Be it known that I, Mistletoe Ethaniel, being of as sound mind as I’ve ever had (which is all relative), do hereby declare that I will not love anyone online at all. I’m the one running the brain here. My body, my heart, my roof, my rules pal.
You, heart, are working for ME now. No longer will I be letting you lead me off a cliff. Left to your own devices, you would. I know you too well, and based on your past performance, you’ve been officially relieved of duty.
As for you, girl bits, before you start getting all smug, you’ve led to just as much trouble. Sometimes I even think the two of you are in collusion. Heart probably tells you to speak up first, so I think whatever brilliant scheme you two cook up is your idea. Throws me off guard. Meanwhile, while I’m paying attention to you, Heart sneaks around the back and next thing you know, we’re all clusterfucked. And even when you do fly solo, your taste in partners is dreadfully short-sighted. You don’t consider consequences like Brain does. And that’s why you too are fired.
So no more of it. We will be detached, and aloof, and safe, and nobody gets hurt.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
I give her two months.
Hey! I heard that!
–it’s day to day living that wears you out.” –Anton Chekhov
What do you say to someone you promised you would never love, when now you know you were wrong?
What do you say when you know you have no choice but to let him go?
How do you get through a day when every little thing reminds you of what used to be, what might have been, what can’t be anymore?
I’m angry. I’m hurt. I’m helpless. I’m frustrated as hell. I said to him, it looks to me like you’re not really wanting this. He assured me I was paranoid. He thought he would protect me, I suppose, thought I wasn’t a big enough girl to handle “No, I’m sorry, I wish I was, but I’m just not.” Maybe one day he’ll really get that a sincere “no” beats a half-hearted “yes” any day.
If he were to do this for me now, if he were to save up and get that new computer and get onto SL after all this time, it would be grudgingly. It would be out of a sense of obligation.
I hate that it has to be this way, but I know it does. As soon as he said it to me, I realized that this chapter in our lives has to come to a close.
When the heart speaks, what choice does one have but to listen?
There’s a post Civil War/Victorian era sim I play in from time to time; the person who runs the sim is the very one who got me into SL in the first place.
Well one night, a few nights ago, some nooblet speaks up on the sim’s group chat asking if someone could loan her 10L because it would be really helpful kthx. You can imagine the response. My personal contribution was “Yeah, loan me 2k while you’re at it. It would really help too.”
An ordinary mortal would see this as mocking. But not Thongor Righteous Indignation Girl (let’s just call her “Rgirl” for short)! Well she was just not having any of my begging, no sirs! She let me know so in no uncertain terms just how “reprehensible” my actions are! She fussed! She fumed! She kinda got red-faced when I had to tell her hello, this is called mocking. In all fairness, she may have logged on in the heartbeat of time between “I can has 10Lz?” and “Get me some too plz.” In which case she may also have considered fuming at the person who immediately after me asked for 100L (also obviously mocking). At the time it was just kind of chalked up to misunderstanding and there you are.
Well, yesterday, just before the Gig That Never Was (FUCKING CONNECTION! I KEEL YOOOUU!!), I logged in Archimides. Archimides is the avatar I made for my RL husband, for when we’re playing music together in SL. He himself really doesn’t play much; at best we can call Archimides a shared alt. He has an IM from Rgirl:
“Your partner was begging in the [sim] group chat!” followed by a copy-paste of just the line I had said.
Say it all with me now. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Was she expecting my husband to “keep me in line” somehow? Was she just looking to get him pissed at me as some kind of revenge for offending her delicate sensibilities (it is a Victorianesque sim after all, I guess there are some damned delicate sensibilities out there)? Was she just hoping some stranger would see what a good little kissass she is? I don’t get it.
So Archimides replied:
“Why the hell are you telling me this? Not to mention, I read the transcript and it was pretty obvious that she was mocking. What kind of a drama queen are you, ‘tattling’ on my wife like that? Get a second life already!”
Well, so, I think I have a way to settle this whole thing and still have it be fun and RP-feasible.
I make clothing. I’ll send her a “white gauntlet” clothing item. At which point she can apologize, or we and our pistols meet at dawn. I almost kind of hope for the latter because I think dueling would be really fun and afterwards we can both laugh at it.
Yes, we’ve been out of it for a while now, but it’s time to get back to business. See Northfarthing’s “house band” return after a long break this Sunday, the 25th, at noon SLT at the one and only Green Dragon. 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 the Green Dragon. Bring your friends and we’ll see you at noon!!!
Can’t make it in-world? Listen at http://orange.neostreams.info:12958/live
In SL, we are who we want to be. We show just what we want to show to everyone else.
One thing I’m not generally comfortable with other people in SL seeing is Someone Who’s Hurting. I mean yes of course we all hurt–first Noble Truth of Buddha is it not?–but that’s in RL. Pain is for RL, I already got enough of it there, I don’t want it in my Second Life. And if I’m showing that side then I must really really trust you. You’re likely to see me naked in SL before you’re likely to see me suffering. Nudity in SL, what’s that? It’s pixels. It’s a body that isn’t mine. BFD. But emotions? That shit’s for real and there’s really a risk involved in that.
Trying to find a smile in my situation.
Final chapter in the Satyr story, coming soon.
Today, we were shooting zombies at Hotlanta.
My weapon of choice is the Noob Thrower.
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