SL/Decoding a picture

Sometimes pictures or photos can appear differently at different times. For instance, the below picture may (or may not) reveal that I'm about to be carved up for a pre-Thanksgiving dinner.

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First Impressions:

Elle holds in her hand a knife, and there is a candle on the table. I'm staring straight ahead, scared. Elle has just gotten out of bed, because her boobs are showing. Elle is looking around to make sure no one is watching. This must be the middle of the night, because the stars are out. I am wide awake.

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I am a regular at a club called Hooters N Shooters which is co-owned by a vivacious hottie named Elle Kirschner, who is actually holding a cigarette in the above picture. She is gyrating to some sexy music while simultaneously DJing at her club...and me<--- I'm stoned.

SL/Tales of the Turkey

At the club, I hovered atop Elle's dance pole, which resembled an egg (sort of). I threatened to either leave a mess on it, or give birth to it, depending on the crowd's mood. Seriously, it was a fun place to perch and watch the lovely Elle perform, while staying away from humans.

Turkey (Patric): i try not to show humans my legs
Abfab Hax: You got some sexy ass breast meat on ya, Turkey! Bom-chicka -Wah-Wah!!
Turkey: dont compare me with a chicken
Turkey: my breasts are better

Earlier, I had spent time on Abfab's head, which may have been the best nest ever. Certainly the most glamorous. But also short-lived. She loves to dance, so my time there was limited. Then the dance pole became a possibility... How I flew there I'll never know. I landed next to Elle, and got the best seat in the house.

Sexy Elle. Her body was such a pleasure to watch. Writhing. She is a DJ, so she was writhing and talking at the same time. Incredible.

Then

[18:35] Maxwell Negulesco: WOOT!

and my head nearly hit the ceiling. What a shocker! Turkeys have fragile constitutions, so please watch your WOOTS.

And your Wolf howls.

And WhooHoos!

But wolf howls especially. And woots!

I recovered...barely. Elle brought me back down to earth with her saucy, warm voice.

I thought of Thanksgiving somehow. Elle's voice made me think of a warm, saucy Thanksgiving...

Dear God. I thought of my own predicament. Would I be microwaved? How would Elle react to me when the holidays started? Would she prefer me with gravy?

Then I heard someone at the club call me 'plump'. Plump? Since when does somebody call you 'plump' unless it's a compliment?

Plump?

I was getting nervous. That thing on my neck, the red thing, the thing no one seems to remember what it's called (it's called a wattle by the way). It began to vibrate. Bad.

Badly. Sorry.

It was time to go.

SL/Christening my new graphics card by sitting

(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.

SL/morning

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.

There is a playground outside the club too, and a dumpster where I may end up living part-time.

At Hooters -N- Shooters/60s Night

Elvis showed up at Hooters, doing unimaginable things with his hips.
Someone in the audience dared Elvis to keep dancing the way he was but with one breast exposed.
Elle was a trooper all night, DJing even though she had a headache.
A robot on the dance floor made everyone seem like they were dancing 10x better.

SL/4.20 x 420

'Stoners nite' at Hooters-n-Shooters

DJ Elle is officiating. Meanwhile, Yetrates is releasing some kind of mints into the air, in increasing intervals. Intense, I tell her.
She is also holding a bong, wielding it like a light saber, and knighting several people with it.
Meanwhile, Elle giggles, and re-giggles.
She is dancing on top of glass, mind you, fish beneath her sneakers. No way would she would wear high heels tonight and risk injuring a fish by breaking the glass by dancing too much. There hasn't been a fish injury in the history of Second Life--as far as anyone knows--and DJ Elle isn't going to be the first one (to injure one).

I see what color underwear Yet is wearing: Squash. There is a similar-colored fish swimming in the tank. I want to eat it.

No I don't. Yes I do--if it's edible, which I don't think it is.

Noticing the mints now more than ever, especially the big, stationary one on my screen. The mint is sparkly; I like that. I want to eat it (too). I like it when a mint is sparkly. That means the mint has mint on it. The mint has little flecks of mint on it.

Yummy.

I love sucking the mint flecks off of mints I do I do I do.

(: Or at least trying to :)

Brb, famished.

SL/Rarer sighting than Bigfoot

After zipping around her club all day then doing a dynamic shift as DJ, owner-impresario Elle is seen sitting in a La-Z-boy.

Voice inside my Head (DJ Elle)

In real life I am a complete incompetent when it comes to the ladies. On Second Life, I am the incomplete competent person I've always wanted to be. That is good enough for the ladies, fortunately.
The ladies...

How do I love them, let me divine the ways...

ELLE (DJ Kirshner)

One half of your name for my left ear, the other for my right. EL LE. I hear you on my headset. I love hearing you in my head. Your voice inside--mah head.
Sunshine.
That laugh is probably the hookiest thing ever. It hooked me in and in and in. That laugh is like a fishing reel. Hahahahahaha.

Wait, is that Milo?

hahahahahahahah

Yes, that is Milo.

Hahahahahaha.

Nope, that isn't him.

Is that you, Elle?









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SL/Genesis of this pic...

At Hooters -N- Shooters
I forget what happened, but I said something crazy like I missed "the duck that was here on the La-Z-boy last night." There was in fact a La-Z-boy® on the dance floor, and it did in fact have a duck perched on it last night. Elle, as co-owner of the club, didn't know what happened to the duck or where it was being kept. Sam, one of the male dancers, obliged me by dressing up in a chick costume, which I mistook for a duck anyway...then a bystander, Unix, showed his 'ducky love' by donning the only ducky thing he had in his possession, a ducky flotation device. The whole night was ducky, you might say.

Later, when Sam the bird stood up to communicate, I accused him of pecking, not typing.