SL/Chicken convo.

Angelaa Capalini: are just now seeing me?

Patric Styrian: i see you standing there seductively

Angelaa Capalini: hmm

Angelaa Capalini: well if you knew what I was eating

Angelaa Capalini: you might want even more of me

Patric Styrian: a watermellon?

Angelaa Capalini: no fake chicken

Patric Styrian: fake chicken what?

Angelaa Capalini: I saw you dont eat much meat

Patric Styrian: what body part exactly

Angelaa Capalini: and I dont eat any

Angelaa Capalini: but I do eat fake chicken

Patric Styrian: yeah, breast, leg, which?

Angelaa Capalini: nada

Angelaa Capalini: soy

Angelaa Capalini: I think

Angelaa Capalini: not sure

Angelaa Capalini: not sure I want to know

Patric Styrian: lol this conversation is classic stoner convo

Angelaa Capalini: what fake chicken consists of

SL/Question of priorities

"brb, one minute, real life"

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"wait a sec, real life"

SL/Spanish surrealism

A new friend, Waelya, invited me to her shop. While at the shop I invited my other friend, Ulises, to come by. As I was introducing those two, I realized that they were both from Spain. Naturally, they were delighted to hear this, so they began speaking in Spanish.
I politely asked that they continue to talk in English in front of me (which they did).
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Later, Ulises remarked that he hadn't seen me at the pool lately, and I explained that since Milo has been a stud lately, we have been invited to a lot of clubs lately.

[9:43] Ulises Snook: what is a stud?
[9:43] Patric: a suave, cool individual, usually a man
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Pappy sent out a challenge to locate this swamp monster and get a photo with it. The name of the monster had at one time been "Beeble Baxter" (when it was a Furry). But now that it was a monster, it was no longer a 'he,' apparently, and it was also without a name. So we'll just call it 'swamp monster.'
I let Ulises study Pappy's blog, thinking a Spaniard trying to decipher a hillbilly's dialect to locate a monster on Second Life was too good an opportunity to pass up.
To my surprise, Ulises had no trouble understanding Pappy's patois, and even suggested a few places we might find the monster.

[9:55] Ulises Snook: i get it
[9:55] Ulises Snook: i speak southern spanish
[9:55] Ulises Snook: :)
[9:55] Ulises Snook: so
[9:55] Ulises Snook: are looking for the swamp or waht?

[9:56] Ulises Snook: the swamp must be in a place with sea
[9:57] Ulises Snook: and cold
[9:57] Ulises Snook: that is what i think

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The only swamp I know on Second Life belongs to my neighbor, LaeMi. She even has a swamp monster inhabiting it. I don't know if those two monsters would get along, though. But I can't rule it out.

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Mom

Jenny introduced me to her mom (her REAL LIFE mom) named Sandi. Of course, Sandi and I got along famously, she being 45 and I being 39. Her job, she told me, was encouragement: she only shows up on Second Life to encourage her daughter--Jenny the builder. She is the official cheerleader of Jenny's company, ComPany. "ComPany Mom" is her title. She runs around on a unicycle, doing laps around her daughter who's building, shouting encouragement. It is quite a setup. Here is a picture of Jenny busy building, and Waeyla busy building, while Mom looks on from her unicycle.

SL/Slump total

They were all slumped over, all for different reasons. I'd gone microwaving, and this is what I returned to.
At various times each one of them came back to consciousness and I was able to pinpoint where they had been. The consciousness was fleeting, though, and after a short time each one had gone back into a slump. I knew I had to get out whatever I had to say in no time flat.
"You are standing in front of me and telling me that you are also on Google? That is what you're telling me?" This is what I found myself shouting at Yetrates.
"What you mean you were chatting with Ayo on MSN? Isn't she the best lady at your upcoming wedding??" I raged at Milo when it was his time to surface.
DrAlbert Hoffman and I were never able to communicate aside from a brief "LOL" that he typed (after I'd said something to him about six minutes earlier).
THEN:
Yetrates left. Milo said he was going clubbing. He asked me to go, and I said "Someone needs to stay with the doctor."
Eventually, the Dr. did return, and explained that it was late where he was (actually early in the morning) in Serbia.
His incoherent statement to me was:
"i didnt used on those late times anymore"

SL/Showgirl

At Loon's Strip Club/Breakfast lounge

I told Toker Ursula she had every right to go behind the speaker when she wanted to change, but she insisted on doing it out in the open.


She turned around, though, and I got the tease of a lifetime.
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Later she told me she wanted to go upstairs. I told her it was probably due to the fact that she usually faced that direction when climbing the dance pole.
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Finally she did go upstairs. The second floor was not much to recommend except it had a bunch of ferns.












The third floor, however, had an office. I dared Ursula to get naked on the office desk. I told her about the crowd on the dance floor below. I said it was a double dare.

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She was more interested in getting hired at the club. Her time on the pole, as good as it had been, had only been a tryout. She hadn't received a tip jar yet. She wanted a tip jar.
The first chance she got she was in front of Ferguso Loon, the owner, pleading her case.
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"You the owner?"
"Yeah"
"They said I wouldn't get a tip jar unless you checked me out."
"Head to toe," I reminded him.
Ursula was informed that before anyone's hired at the club Ferguso had the right to see them naked.
"To prove that you're a lady," I said.
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(to be continued)(sleep)

SL/Overheard/

Eye Management

"I had one lady get mad that I saw her naked so she rezzed this giant bright orb around her body and it got brighter like a supernova and it blinded me for like 3 minutes."

SL/Natural Selection

The evolution of Milo is not only involving his hair style--which I told him today resembles more and more Hollywood movie mogul Robert Evans'-- but also more subtler things like his height, and lips. Indeed, Milo handed me a photo of his real life self today and announced his intentions of turning himself into himself. Milo wants the world to know he is preparing to become Milo.






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He wants to be the first person to successfully clone himself.

SL/Summer Holiday

For the 4th of July we were treated to Milo's Serbian friend Ayo singing classic American songs, streamed from her studio-sung mp3s on my hard-drive straight to the pool in Watarrka Park.
This is a pic of Ayo listening to one of her songs.


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This pic is also evidence that Milo may have changed his hair style again.

SL/Chasing Angie/post chauvenism

Angie took off mid-sentence and I did a decent job trying to keep up with her, flying and avoiding tall buildings and at least one other flying individual. It was dark out, and I could see her blond hair against the night sky. Luckily, that was my beacon. I followed her through one fairly large sim before I lost her. I located her in this tenement playground thanks to teleportation.
We heard bird noises--it was either a gull or a pigeon. Angie thought it was a vulture, but I told her I didn't think it was a vulture cooing. Then I noticed there was no litter on the ground, so I said "better pick up the litter." I told her I'd seen a candy bar wrapper float by. She admitted she did see it too, but "don't know how to pick it up." I said nevermind, the bird got it.

She laughed, and asked me to look around. I found her cuddling with the bird.

A short time later I watched her staring over the fence at the plaza below. Shopping thought, I

thought. She was lost in shopping thought. Sure enough, 11 seconds later she was there.
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Of all the outfits, I was very happy that she was gravitating to the one that was the most revealing. Women, I thought, like to spend all day 'getting dressed,' and flitting about, and showing men their various outer wear, but in the end, all men would prefer their women naked.
Then I thought, the answer to get men to go shopping with women is to is to have lots and lots of nude manequins on display. Then I thought, dummy, we're in Second Life now, so why not have robots instead of manequins? Then I thought: why robots? Why not real avatars? So the answer to how to get men to go shopping with women on Second Life is to have all women go shopping while in the nude.

SL/House cleaning

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I sold some bottom land which long ago lost its beach and became the perfect viewing spot for, of all things, a gigantic banner of Iranian president Ahmadinejad's face.
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Milo said he knew I sold the land because lots of things got returned to his Inventory automatically (based on the new prim count), such as the couches in the house (D). He also said most of Yet's cars in the driveway disappeared (B), as well as the pot farm donated by Jenny (A). I solemnly asked if Woody (C) had made it. Woody survived the cut, I was told. I told Milo that it was very unfortunate that this all happened, but it was probably fortunate that (D) happened.

In other news: Prize Pyle informs me he must sell the roads, as well as the community pool (because of taxes). This is sad news, but I plan on asking Pyle if I can buy his pool and shift it to my estate once the land underneath it sells. This way, the neighbors aren't deprived of their pool.