In the past week or two, I’ve found myself having more fun and feeling like I have more purpose in SL than I have in a long time. And, I feel that obsessive emotional addiction loosening its grip on me. I’m certainly not out of its clutches by a long shot but I feel more like myself anyway, which is a good thing.
Last night we had an impromptu Monday night party at the Cat And Dog; it started when Zenith Zefir was in the neighborhood and wanted to test out his new stream. Well he kept playing awesome song after awesome song so I invited the group to come and enjoy it along with us. Turned out to be a great time; a good half dozen of us enjoyed the music and dancing and catching up. AND, I hired another new DJ as well to do early sets on Saturdays for the benefit of our friends on the other side of the Atlantic.
So now I’ve got a DJ for almost every night of the week, plus a couple hosts. I’m wanting to give them a regular schedule and the power to control their own everything so I don’t have to be there all the time. After all, the point of the Cat And Dog is a neighborhood pub to relax and unwind at, and that goes for me as well.
Things are also going very well at Clo’s. She’s got new items and will be adding more still this week, and at least once a day I see someone I’ve never seen before browsing the shelves.
I’ve got a friend Roxie who’s somewhat new to SL and is teaching herself how to make hair and/or clothes and/or skins. She found some great tutorials out there and is very eager to dive in. I think given the time and startup funds she could build herself one hell of a store. I’ve known her for a long time in SL and she’s brilliantly creative and technically skilled to boot.
One of the things I kind of fantasize about is having a little stone-walled Irish neighborhood pub nearby, where I can put up my feet and unwind at the end of the day. And SL is nothing if not a medium for fantasy fulfillment, and so I bring you The Cat And Dog. It’s just as I say: a small, stone-walled neighborhood pub where you can relax, watch TV, listen to Irish music, have a pint, dance… whatever tickles your fancy. I’m even planning Tuesday afternoon seisuns; and down the line, live performances and DJ events. It’ll be a while before you hear the “house band” however, as himself sprained his thumb and possibly his elbow as well. But in the meantime, the pub is always open. Come meet Bridget the bartender (who is thrilled to be working for me again!) and enjoy!
I don’t know when it happened
Can’t put my finger at the start
But by and by it got to where
I’d let you in my heart
Maybe that first and only time
your lips had met with mine
And now today I burn inside
Every time we part
It seemed so very simple
I was always in control
Lonely nights and secrets
Began to take their toll
And fear and fantasy
Got their hooks in me
This love’s become a cancer
And it eats into my soul
Just tell me
Tell me you don’t love me
Tell me you don’t want me
It’s all you have to say
Then I can break free from this chain
Begin to heal from all this pain
And if it isn’t true, just say it anyway
Tell me that you just don’t feel that way
Some day I hope you’ll understand
Just why I had to leave
I never meant to hurt you
Never wanted you to grieve
It’s more than just a game
This poison love became
I won’t let it destroy us both
And it would, I believe
(c)2009 Laura Foster
Fucking hell, could I be a bit more emo lately? I must be a real delight to read. I’m sure you all just delight in my talking like I’m the first person to ever go through an emotional rough spot.
Yeah, I know, the joke is old already.
So I’m going to talk about some good news in SL. Tonight at 8PM SLT my best girlfriend PJ is making her burlesque dancing debut at the Naughty Box, a wee subsidiary of the Vault. For those who don’t know the difference between burlesque and plain old stripping in SL, burlesque is what literate people wish stripping was like. It’s heavy on emotes and interaction with the audience, and puts much emphasis on the “tease” part of “striptease”. It has just a little bit of a comic factor to it, and a very vintage look about it. I look forward to seeing it. I just know she’ll be great!
My dearly loved people of Northfarthing,
It’s after some painful soul-searching and deliberating that I’ve finally come to the decision to move out of Northfarthing. This was an extremely difficult decision; Northfarthing was my very first ever home in SL and has been for over a year now. Please do not think that I have any hard feelings or ill will toward anyone in NF, because I absolutely do not. This is something I’ve gone back and forth with for some time now, and now I realize it’s what’s best.
I’ve found some new land to call my own, where Clover’s Kitchen will build its new large main store and my family (ok, multiple personalities) and I will call home. I’m also making a wee little Irish pub I plan to call the Cat and Dog. I’m always an IM away, wherever my pixellated feet may take me.
And know that just because I’m moving away doesn’t mean I’m leaving for good. I don’t wish any bridges to be burned; as I said, I have zero ill will. There’s a portion of my heart that I’ll never get back again, because it will always be in Northfarthing. So I plan to come around and tend to it when I can. 😉 And, I hope sometime you’ll come and visit me as well!
Amysthand nuld nawonana chrahi wish – the limbs of my heart enfold you, now and always.
For as long as I’ve been in SL, I’ve been an elf. I couldn’t just spell out why I made that decision, just that it’s what I’ve always been and what I’ve always felt like being.
This evening, I let a couple people see a more human side. I’ve said before, the hardest thing for me to let people see is Someone Who’s Hurting. I’m much more willing to show a pixellated nude body (after all, it’s not my own) than anything resembling coming apart emotionally.
Tonight a friend asked me in IM how I’m doing in RL, and I just started crying instantly. She didn’t see or hear it at the time of course, but there was something powerful and liberating about it. Like I was given an invitation to be me, myself, not my character. It’s still terrifying, however, to bring RL me into SL. I do SL to make the time when I’m hurting (physical or emotional) go by faster; a kind of anesthesia for when RL gets, well, like mine has lately.
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So, had it with those pain-in-the-ass ads yet? You know, the ones with the huge-breasted princess giving you a nice view up her even huger nostrils, while saying “Play Now, My Lord”?
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Chart from GraphJam, made by “frankensteiner”.
What few people have been suckered by these ads, quickly discovered that they are a textbook bait-and-switch. The game itself is little more than a Civilization clone. No helpless-looking royalty with blades to their throats. No lingerie models in modern dresses begging you to ravage… the land.
But just when you think you’re safe…
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