SL/Party Bus

Yetrates got a party bus. It had all kinds of funky graffiti on it. Plus, when the sun went down, the headlights came on automatically. It was a trip.

Speaking of tripping, we drove around the entire sim--the roads were nice and wide. At one point we decided to pick up random people. Why not? It was a party bus, after all. Since it was dark out, and we couldn't see anything, we had to use the mini-map. Green dots on the map represented people.
We stopped next to what we thought was a green dot.
"I don't see anything," said Yet after a bit.
"Neither do I," I said. "Drive on."
So she drove on.
"Wait," I said, after a bump. "That was a furry."
"Ok. I'll go back."
"Too late," I said. "Keep driving."

SL/Quick ride

I got a tandem bicycle and Yetrates hopped on for a quick ride around the sim.

Here we are stuck under the boardwalk.

We came to an oddly familiar-looking place. I used my Zoom key to peek inside the building.

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Sure enough, it was the gay estate down the road.

I hadn't been 'banned' from the estate yet, but I wanted to be, especially since I kept running into it. A ban would keep me off the property for good.

"Uh oh," I said to Yet after I looked at its official description. "It says 'GAY MEN ONLY/NO LADIES HERE.' We've got to get you moving."

Try as I might, I couldn't find a way out. We kept going in circles. "Christ," I said. "I think we're stuck in a gay paradise."
"Try this way out," she suggested. "No, that way." Yet was offering various ways out. "Go 180-degrees."

Never, I thought.

"Go STRAIGHT," she finally yelled, but she spelled it like George "Strait."

"That'll be enough of that word," I said--not wanting to offend.

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Another roadblock.

"Cut your hair," I demanded.

"What??"

"It's either cut your hair or build a miniature house over your head. You can't be spotted the way you are."

She cut (and dyed) her hair.

Another road block.
"You still got way too many curves," I reminded her, "so you might as well grow your hair back." So she did.

We drove around the roadblock...

Freedom! /

But wait!
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"Omg is that a coliseum?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Greek or Roman? I'm still nervous."

Christmas Day/Night

If you look closely, in this empty diner, you can see me sitting by myself.
I wasn't sure if I could seat myself, though, since there was no waitress around.
I'd stumbled across the diner in the lovely Doll City sim.
It had been a hectic Christmas...
Earlier, I helped JT and Ulises out by letting them stay at my house. Except I didn't have room. But then I had an idea: I would stack another house on top of mine. Now there was plenty of room!
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Before that, we all were at Pappy's place, and Pappy waited until we were loaded up in his truck to inform us that he himself had been 'loading up' all day! Thank god his truck didn't have a transmission, or we would have ended up in the ocean.
This is me--as a monkey--in Pappy's outhouse. I wanted to be a monkey today, and the outhouse is one of the first places I wanted to see. As a monkey, it took me twice as long to get out.
Present tense: Now I'm at Elle's club, watching her stack presents under the Christmas trees. (I've since left the diner.) I don't know for sure, but I suspect this arrangement is for the Serbians, who celebrate it next month on the 7th. There's a heck of a lot of work and planning that goes into a club, including keeping track of how many Christmases there are.

SL/Smaller body = different perspective

Here's Yetrates and I right before we decided to walk around the neighborhood. Every time I turned around, though, Yet was at least 20 steps ahead of me. Small things which I used to pay no attention to now gave me trouble, like steps.

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Patric: I can not navigate steps like you, Yet, learn to slow down!

Yetrates: fly then Patsy
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Here is a clothing store owned by a French neighbor.

Here is my Spanish friend Ulises asleep within the French store.
There were some odd shaped seats here...
Honeycomb

Wedding w/ Windlight®

Thank GOD someone was at the wedding reception with enough sense to have Windlight® installed, so we could get some great pics.

Here are some of the pics that Yetrates took.

SL/Stuck

Yetrates got a brand new truck. It was a monster. "Holds six," she said proudly, as I climbed in.









We rumbled to an area near the house.

I was surprised to see wilderness there.

"We off-roading?" I asked.

"yea."

"Wait, there's a pal."

He was floating directly above us and his name was Siberian Himmel.

We hit a tree and came to a sudden stop. It was remarkable because it was the only tree around.




"Hey you, buddy! The guy above us...the guy responsible for this! Hey, look--he's a Serbian."

Yetrates Bates: lol

Siberian Himmel: Stuck?

Patric: hello, Siberian
Patric: do you live around here?

Siberian Himmel: I don't have a home. I'm homeless.

Patric: ok

Patric: you can sleep in our pool if you like

Yetrates Bates: hehe, its warm

Siberian had to leave suddenly. We kept looking in the distance for flashing yellow lights. The tow truck was late. It had been 20 minutes since we called.
Just then, there was a heavy landing, accompanied by a slight "thud."

Patric: hi Cailean

Cailean McMillan: Hey!

...Another stranger had dropped by...

Patric: what brings you here?

Cailean McMillan: i heard the music being played mid flight

Patric: as you fluttered down i was hoping i'd see angel wings

Cailean McMillan: lol

Patric: we're stuck

Cailean McMillan: hah, I'm no angel

Patric: we were off-roading and hit that tree right there

Cailean McMillan: that sucks

Patric: yes, it sucks because it's the only tree in sight

Patric: we've been waiting here for a tow truck for 20 mins
Patric: we thought we saw blinking yellow lights earlier...
Patric: it was a blimp

(Just then, I had an inspiration for a project someone could build. A blimp.)

(Patric: a giant blimp
Patric: with artwork
Patric: on outside
Patric: a Goodyear-like blimp
Patric: instead of advertisements, it could blink artwork)

Cailean McMillan: so is that music coming from your truck?
Yetrates Bates: lol no
Cailean McMillan: am i the only one that hears it?
(He was hearing land music.)
Patric: i hear something too
Patric: i thought it was her singing
Yetrates Bates: haha crzy PAtsy
Cailean McMillan: hah hah
Patric: by her i mean the car
Cailean McMillan: so do you guys live together?
Yetrates Bates: Yea we live in the same house
Patric: we live in different time zones but we share the same house
Cailean McMillan: hah, that's neat
Yetrates Bates: ;)
Cailean McMillan: what time zone is that?
Yetrates Bates: European
Patric: sometimes our time zones overlap
Patric: i caught her in the kitchen one night
Yetrates Bates: haha
Cailean McMillan: heh heh
Yetrates Bates: ....i waz starving
Yetrates Bates: needed that chicken

(She was talking about my former pet chicken.)

Cailean McMillan: lol
Yetrates Bates: the chicken that runs thru his garden
Patric: my chicken is homeless now i think
Patric: i haven't seen him in awhile

Yetrates Bates: you lose all ur pets
Patric: i trust he made it past thanskgiving all right...
Cailean McMillan: it sounds like you guys have alot of fun
Patric: we don't
Yetrates Bates: ;)
Cailean McMillan: hah :0)
Patric: you can come by and sleep in our pool anytime
Yetrates Bates: or in the truck

SL/More trials of the turkey

My turkey is less than one foot tall, which makes him vulnerable to being overlooked.

Yetrates didn't recognize me even though were were on the same roof.

I used the trampoline to show her it was possible for me to fly.

Yetrates said she had

a turkey car in her Inventory, and believe it or not she did! I rode around in it, but it was remote controlled. Yetrates nearly flipped me over! This is me facing straight up.

"If it rains, I'm dead."

The car disappeared. She saw me admiring her Lamborghini.

Yetrates Bates: dont poo on the lamboo ok

Patric: i try not to

Yetrates Bates: ok

Yetrates Bates: cuz when you do

Yetrates Bates: you need to clean it

Patric: I hire a human for that

Yetrates Bates: lol

Yetrates Bates: turkey hires human

Patric: to feed me as well as take care of my doo

Patric: In return, you get to eat me

Yetrates Bates: hahah

Yetrates Bates: i fry you up

Patric: don't eat me unless you can prove you are an excellent chef

Yetrates Bates: i am

Yetrates Bates: i have some hamburgers on the roof

Patric: yeah, true

Patric: you seasoned them just right

Patric: go ahead, you can fry me

Yetrates Bates: darn running out of weed sucks as hell

Patric: i wish i could pass you some

Patric: someday they will have the technology for that

Yetrates Bates: some U.S. weed

Yetrates Bates: lol

Patric: yeah, you will be able to partake of some U.S. weed...and me some Dutch weed

Patric: i can even sample some Turkish hash

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Yetrates Bates: lol turkey

Patric: you can blindfold me and stick a tube in my mouth and i can tell you what nation is responsible for what weed

Yetrates Bates: hahaha lol

Yetrates Bates: you go Turkey

SL/Milo update

Yetrates asked me why I was wearing a box and I told her it was because my inventory got lost. /
"Warddrobe malfunction."
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.)
"Different world."
(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.
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Yet...a delay!
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.