isis eagle

one of nylon pinkney’s  amazing skins & accessories to be found stashed around tableau. tableau is basically the best place in second life.

these beautiful photos of fauns and satyrs frolicking (many of them taken in the gorgeous straylight sim) sent me looking for a faun getup of my very own.

this one came from Fairy’s Grove and i think it’s far superior to the one made by Hybrid. the fur starts lower, and you get the titillating option of “bare sex” - furless faun vag.

i did get the ibex horns from Hybrid though.

being a horned hoofed thing is probably the pinnacle of SL avatar edits for me. so good. i also have my trusty bow and arrow for good natured killing of wayward clubbers and chair-campers from the other side of magnolia island.

a while ago, after realizing how much the mainland sucked, my little SL family pooled resources and bought a bunch of an island to be our home. able has his treehouse and random fascinating programming projects laying around sometimes, and vatic runs her store urban decay which sells awesome industrial style prefab buildings and beat up furniture for the discerning scum of second life. there are fewer signs of eric but i like to imagine that he is sometimes sitting around staring at the ocean.

it is idyllic, though a zeppelin has crashed into my bedroom, and lately the island has been empty of my virtual brethren. i’ve just been patching up some sections of my ramshackle home there, and i thought i’d post some pics since i haven’t updated in a while.

if you want to come hang out, do. it’s magnolia island, in my profile picks if you look me up. there’s a raft, an easily annoyed starfish, a reduced isocahedron , lots of cool builds done by vatic, a clawfoot tub, and various messes.

saw this sign whilst buying beehive launchers and steampunk coil lanterns at ordinal malaprop’s on caledon. so scathingly dead on.

…the virtual installation of brian eno’s 77 million paintings is quite beautiful. only one picture of me there, because i want you to experience it yourself, pictures don’t do it justice really.

the island that i lived on for so long is gone forever. my little SL family was renting a quarter of an island, and the owner of the island decided to sell it. we’d known for a while and were just waiting for the time when a buyer bit and it would finally be time to pack.

i got a message from zuzu yesterday that the deal was going through, so we logged in to pack up. it was really sad, especially after i took my shanty into inventory and saw the bunnies zuzu left me sitting forlorn where it had been.

i took some pictures of the island before zuzu took everything back into inventory. even my online homes are transitory.

last sunset on an emptying lepidoptera:

we have a new home on weisshorn, on the new mainland, but it’s just not as nice as the island it’s surrounded by horrible land for sale signs and ads. and it’s laggy if we (me, really, vatic has been quite industrious) could get it together to open the urban decay store there, maybe one day we could break even enough to have an island again.

though, SL has been a little sad with all the recent paranoia about porn and gambling from linden labs. the new verification system is insulting, and the fringe users that made SL so interesting (furries, goreans, perverts, freaks) have gone truly underground or maybe gone away altogether. SL is turning into a huge ad platform.

i dream of a time when they might open source the server and we could run our own island entirely, with our own anarchistic or communal law.

i made myself some antlers

photoshop is broken on my personal machine so i took this pic at work. graphics are so much better on my personal machine! i’d also like to texture the antlers but… photoshop. meh.

here, able and i are having a cozy pow wow on my porch.

lately the ground has been blurry.

i am countering my disgust with the proliferation of malls and RL advertising in SL by begging for change as a dirty bum at some of SLs most popular shopping destinations. i can’t believe that given a chance to build any magical thing in the world, some people build perfect replicas of malls.

most people ignore me - just like being a bum in real life! but tonight i made $1 linden, with the thoughful wishes:

[20:57] sofia Usher: YOU RE WELCOME TAKE CARE OF YOU

you can get your own spare change cup and cardboard box from loch newchurch, who runs the excellent hobo store called paper soap co.

vatic took me and able around to a bunch of strip clubs. i drank a ton of champagne and did coke in the bathrooms until i was sick all over myself in amsterdam. by the time we made it to hard alley i felt like shit warmed over. after being kicked off the stage for trying to pole dance and driving paying customers away, i slumped wasted and dirty in a chair by the stage. a ruined woman named lavinia plied her wares on the pole, tits set to 100. she gyrated blithely while everyone in the place clicked her clit over and over. it’s a fucking filthy depressing life.