(Time to donate Larry my old card)
My computer went kaput and I upgraded to something grand. Make that over a grand. It has a shiny new graphics card that makes Second Life seem like an (almost) new experience. Wow! I've always loved the graphics at Myg's site and now I can see what all the fuss is about.
I cannot wait to upload some pictures.
Yetrates asked me what it was like, and I said for the first time I could see little bumps on nipples, for example. Or I could see trees dropping their leaves somehow. Bling took on a whole new level of importance and significance.
The whole atmosphere changed. It was a like a shift.
The moon seemed bigger, and brighter thanks to the new graphics card. Watching Elle build her shopping empire I actually thought she was building quicker thanks to the general lack of lagginess.
All seemed less foggier.
One of the first things I noticed upon getting the new graphics card was that I was doing an awful lot of sitting.
Here is my first pic: Me sitting while Elle is building.
Friday, August 31, 2007
(Time to donate Larry my old card)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Lapsing into Babylonese
Soy met a German wearing the same necklace which somehow sparked Babylonese.
Jan: can i help you...
Soy: sorry, just looking at your necklace
Soy: i collect those
Jan: ist a same to your
Jan: you obtain a VIENA Freebes
Jan: you Know?
Jan: i donunderstand to many spanisch
Jan: ok ja
Jan: ich verstehe dich nicht
Jan: go way plase
Later Soy met Aribella and asked her to listen to some sounds from his Inventory. She declined.
Aribella: I can't soy
Soy: why can't?
Aribella: because I'm so cold I need the heater on...and I have to have the door open for that, and it's early Saturday morning...
Aribella : ok, that was kinda long-winded
Soy had to admit, he'd heard a lot of excuses as to why women had their speakers off, but that was the first time he'd heard of speakers off due to heaters in the cold, especially since it was summer.
Soy: it's summer
Aribella Lafleur: it's winter
Soy: no, it's summer
Nezz: AH HAHAHAHA
It was (finally) established that in her part of the world it was winter, while in Soy's it was summer.
As a stoner, Soy couldn't resist a proposition:
"I want to get high where I'm currently at in summer, if you'll join me by getting drunk where you are at in winter."
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I told a friend in France I was going to bed, since it was nearly 1:30am in Florida. In France it was nearly 6:30am. He told me he'd already been to bed and that he'd gotten up two hours earlier (at 4:30am).
I was chuckling at the fact that I was going to beat France to bed, yet France had already been to bed.
France was an early riser (and an early-to-bed'r).
I love the internet.
I love this world.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Assed McBride: hi
Assed McBride: i arrive today
Assed McBride: im brazilian
Patric: i like your name
Assed McBride: where are you?
Patric: by the big door to the club
Assed McBride: do you have a pot?
Assed McBride: i dont understand
Assed McBride: my english its not so good
Patric: your english is very good
Assed McBride: how can i get some money?
Patric: you can make money here on Hippie Island, but i don't know how
Patric: thank you for asking, though
Assed McBride: okey
Assed McBride: are you smoking hemp?
Patric: hemp family
Assed McBride: yeapp
Assed McBride: i like that
Patric: do you smoke?
Assed McBride: here in brazil its legalized practilly
Assed McBride: i smoke today
Assed McBride: some ours ago
Patric: is that why you chose blond hair?
Assed McBride: i dont now
Assed McBride: know
Assed McBride: i put enyone
Assed McBride: no pcience
Patric: no science?
Patric: i see
Assed McBride: pacience to choose and choose
Patric: just pick and go
Patric: pick and go, me too, basically
Patric: i got dressed over time
Assed McBride: hoho
Patric: i went nude for like 3 or 4 weeks
Assed McBride: im going
Assed McBride: see you
Assed McBride: nice to meet you
Patric: then slowly added clothes
Patric: nice meeting u too
Assed McBride: i will practice this
Patric: have fun
Assed McBride: thanks
Assed McBride: seya
Assed McBride: last one
Assed McBride: hehe
Assed McBride: how can i fuck here?
Assed McBride: having sex?
Assed McBride: its possible?
Patric: well, depending on your name
Patric: i have a feeling you will have sex many times
Assed McBride: okey
Assed McBride: thats good
Sunday, August 19, 2007
"if i dress up as a king even though I'm in the very back of this line do i have the right to jump over someone in front of me if the person in front of them isn't there?"
"i went up and down the line, not a single bow tie"
"do not tip the Uncle Sams"
"what the hell is this one doing sitting on her ball?? not illegal??"
More life and death drama
Then he got his act together, and stood at the star in the center of the room, quietly, where incoming people showed up.
While at Barnes and Nobles today I realized how much more relaxing it was to be in a bookstore checkout line versus a grocery store line. In the bookstore line you can at least sample the merchandise. In the grocery store line you can sample the merchandise, too--if you want to explain to the cashier why your box of crackers has already been opened.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Yetrates asked me why I was wearing a box and I told her it was because my inventory got lost. /
I told her it was my idea to start with a box and see if I could shape it into a barrel over time. Milo, she told me, was done with SL--not a chance he would ever come back, because he was 'bored,' and had uninstalled it from his computer.
"A pity," I said. What Milo needed more than anything, I said, was a retirement party. "Maybe then he wouldn't have left."
"He is playing W.o.W. now" she informed me. (World of Warcraft.)
(She communicates with Milo via MSM.)
"At least his skills are being put to use there," I conceded. Now Milo could kill, finally.
(I hadn't done any killing since I joined Second Life.)
"Do you want to see my new Cyborg?" she asked me.
"Can I kill it?" I asked her.
She acted surprised. "Kill it?"
"Unplug it, temporarily."
Nevermind. I didn't want to go there with her.
"Let's go to Welfare Island," she suggested, "and see that line."
Back to Welfare Island we went...
The line was incredibly long tonight.
"Wearing that box you look right at home" she said. And it did feel like home. As a matter of fact, it felt like I was King of Welfare Island!
As king, it was my right--my duty--to go to the head of the line. I wanted behind the counter.
I knew it would take awhile to get behind the counter due the maze. What kind of place is this where you must walk through a maze to get behind the counter? It almost looked like a set up. There was little time to waste.
A gentleman had chosen that moment to ask me a question, and not just any question, but a question that was over a minute in length due to him being a very slow typer. What choice did I have but to stand there and wait patiently for him to use the 'Enter' key?
I never got a chance to hear his question because I was ejected from the land!
Underwater, I told Yetrates to stay there, to plead my case to an administrator, or at least to the people. If necessary, I told her, I would grow a beard and try to return.
Fog Tenk a had "I HATE LAG" title over his head, yet Soy saw him march into the ground and resurface ten seconds later, doing a perfect "lag walk" (by anyone's standards) in spite of his title.
Another modified "twin," this one's named Wilson, and this one's wearing a cowl--or cape--so you can't see his hands as he's typing (they're covered), so Soy asks whether or not his hands are being used for anything else, while simultaneously there's a woman standing behind Wilson named "Living Art," who may or may not have the best body in the world, and it is up to Wilson to learn how to continue talking with Soy while at the same time learn how to adjust his camera controls so that he can look at the woman without turning his actual head.
Since Milo's "retirement" I've no choice but to think seriously about what to do with my property.
One idea is to spread hot lava all over the place and walk away, since lava requires very little maintenance. If I return home and find someone's Inventory items have turned to goo, or, say, hot lead, I will know I've had a trespasser.
Another thing would be to install quicksand all over the place, or better yet, hot quicksand, because I'm told there is a lava-quicksand hybrid you can buy now, which is all the rage in totalitarian sims that have Pacific themes.
One of Milo's jobs was to maintain the pool, so now I'm stuck with a pool that's hosted approximately 18 parties in the past several weeks and hasn't been drained once. Three fat guys, furries, a host from Nickelodeon, chips, fountain coins, you name it, all have been in my pool, not to mention several good-looking women, and I'd like to keep the good-looking women coming back, so if you know someone with pool maintenance/medicine skills, send him/her to me, stat.
Any pool guests would have to be choppered in, thanks to the lava, so I am also looking for an experienced pilot. (Milo is costing more than he knows!)
I had wanted to get the pot farm so big it covered the entire sim. In fact, I wanted to expand it to several islands so that it would be required to have its own ambassador. Milo was to be that ambassador, but he never knew it, aside from this paragraph, so if you're reading this, Milo, you can have the 'ass' from the middle of that word ambassador, because you blew a good opportunity, sir.
Maybe now that Milo is retired he can be that ambassador, since ambassadors are usually retired folks. So if you're reading this, Milo, the job is still open.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Darko is one of the dancers at Hooters -N- Shooters. I remember the days when Hooters had "hooters" on one side, and in the other room were the "shooters". I always stayed on the Hooters side, and sometimes had to duck through the Shooters side to leave. But today's Hooters has the Shooters combined, so we see dancers like Darko in the same room with hot dancers like Abfab and Sugar and BHo.
[10:15] Isis Humphreys: why doesn´t it like tattoos?
[10:15] Patric: to them it's just a 2 hour branding
Nothing starts the day off better than being outside Hooters -N- Shooters nightclub on your day off, bright and early, listening to the birds and seeing the sun bouncing off the violet windows. Adding to that, sitting on a water tower with the lovely Elle, the DJ/Owner/Landscaper.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
A little while back I started noticing my Google ads react to the nature of this blog, which is a stoner's Second Life blog.
She was trying to explain how she would sound on Voice:
"She breathed heavily as she typed, with kids fighting in background."
"Sexy," I said.
"Then a dog barks."
"The sound of her phone would ring, too," she offered.
"Driving the dog mad," I wrote.
"Yes. It was a spectacular ring tone."
"Yes, where did you buy it?" I asked.
"Wal-greens," she said.
"The discount drug store?"
Posted by Patrick at 8:20 PM
Monday, August 13, 2007
The long queues at Welfare Island
The lines were being supervised by a Frog whose title was "Anti-racist Soldier."
In the crowd was an ex-king.
A 30-year-old hippie.
A furry who couldn't follow directions.
A woman with no moles on her back.
The line stretched longer and longer.
One of the guys in back was an upside-down angel!
"I thought computers were supposed to speed up the world," I shouted.
The line kept getting longer and longer. "I thought computers were supposed to speed up the internet" I shouted.
"Thank god for anti-idle hud" someone said.
"No cheating in welfare line!" I screamed.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Near the Welcome Area was a giant robot.
Soy tried to warn the villagers. He shouted: "someone let loose a robot. If that's your robot on the loose, please claim it"
The robot ducked behind a tree.
Soy shouted: "that robot is trying to hide in the foliage"
Then he shouted: "we have a robot on the loose, Sector D"
He shouted: "the robot's movements are being hamstrung by lag"
Atharva Rossini: "Where dat robot"