SL/Bunny slippers smoking a joint at groin level

Sometimes when you enter Second Life articles of your clothing may end up on different parts of your body. This is due to something called the "Heisenberg uncertainty principle."

It happened to me recently, and Milo has a picture of it that he likes to show people at the pool.

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Milo doesn't seem to notice that he is dressed as a woman in the photo (which to my knowledge is not caused by any sort of "principle"), and he even has a hand covering his mouth.

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WWFS?

What would Freud Say?

SL/Pool Camping

Solving Disconnects
"I want to watch the next time you get disconnected to see if anything unusual happens."
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Milo built a piece of plywood over me as I lay at pool. You can see my joint poking through the wood.






Then Milo added a strange-looking face to the plywood and the joint became part of the illusion.

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It was startling, but I did get to see the return of the alien, this time riding a bicycle in pool.

SL/BIGGEST JOINT

For the "Biggest Joint" contest I enlisted the aid of a first-class joint architect named cartboy Kitchensink.

He would construct the "world's biggest joint."
Here are some archival shots of the joint under construction.
As is often the case, my attention changed...

To cartboy's shop.

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and the avant-garde-looking person inside.

Whom I tracked all the way back to The Joint.
And who celebrated once he realized what it was.

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We were all under its spell.

SL/Disconnect-ed

Yetrates had us teleport to a new place, but I couldn't rez Milo--just his joint and sunglasses.

I suggested he wrap himself up with bandages.

When he finally did rez, I didn't know what was worse: him invisible or him naked!

Morning @ the pool (afternoon in Serbian time)

[8:54] Milorad Lehmann: so what are you doing here in this ours

[8:55] Milorad Lehmann: this is not your time

[8:55] Patric Styrian: lmao

[8:55] Patric Styrian: i didn't know i was barging in on your time

[8:56] Patric Styrian: right now we are in serbian time?

[8:56] Milorad Lehmann: yey

[8:56] Patric Styrian: until sun goes down, then it's florida time

[8:56] Milorad Lehmann: its 6pm here

[8:56] Patric Styrian: must be nice

[8:56] Patric Styrian: you are always leading the way with time

At Night

If you are zipping around, always wear a reflector.

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Pardon me, yes, I had a reservation.

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Why don't you check your computer again, I'm telling you I had a reservation.

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Ok how does one bribe the robot?

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Excuse me for a moment, sir, while I help out this young lady who is walking in place.

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SL/Proof of Unintelligent Life in the Universe

At the pool with Milo and his recently-purchased Mom. Mom scolded Milo about smoking a joint, saying he wasn't doing it right. She also pointed out the giant doobie wasting away in the pool.


Meanwhile, I was partying at the cabana when I noticed smoke coming from the cabana's ceiling. At first this fascinated me--then alarmed me when I realized I was the one causing the smoke. In a flash Milo was all over it: He rolled his wet body around on the roof, trying to put out the smoke. It only got worse. It wasn't until Yetrates arrived with a bag of faeries that the smoke was finally contained.
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Milo and I celebrated that night by focusing hard on a UFO so that an alien would show up.
We weren't prepared for the scaly, Lobster-looking alien that did show up--but, hey, an alien is an alien.

We had the alien sit in a hot tub so we could gradually increase the temperature. Meanwhile, we peppered it with at least a thousand different questions, none which it answered. After a bit, the alien popped out of the tub and said it had to return to the UFO before it was compelled to eat us.
Milo was so excited to have extraterrestrial contact that he wanted a picture hugging the alien.

Second Life/Joint jousting
It was a battle of the joints as Jordan produced this massive one.

He was so stoned he kept trying to hit me into left dance field.

Whenever he 'connected,' the tip of his joint would blend into mine. So: If the tip of your joint becomes tie-dyed you are presumably extra extra sensory.

Here he is with a more reasonable one.

Before any of this started.

I always prefer to get dressed up in a dance bubble before entering club.

That way you're fairly protected.

Those are huge speakers behind me.

I had to break out of the bubble for about a minute to do the one thing all guys would love to do if given the chance: make love to their speakers.

Back inside.