SL/Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 16/Hair Loss

Soy was admiring the guy's hat. It didn't look like a regular cowboy hat, it looked more like a Mexican gunfighter's hat. "I will buy that from you for $20L," he said.
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Before he had a chance to put it on, though, he was handed a hat by someone else, and when Soy wore it, it turned out to be pink! Adding insult to injury, it didn't really sit on his head right; more like it hovered over his head--like a UFO.
"Or a dipping tray," someone laughed. "Fill the bottom part with chips, the top part becomes dipp-able."
"Yay! Someone used the word dipp-able in front of me" Soy said dryly.
As it turns out, it was the 53,777th utterance of the word 'dipp-able' in the history of the English and non-English world. Soy was so pleased he got himself a beer.
"Is this how you wear it?" he asked, once he got the beer. When no one laughed, he said, "I'm preparing to get drunk, but I'm not sure on how to make it happen."
Someone said, "Wear it between your lips."
"Ahhh," Soy said. Then he said "arrrggghhhhhhhhh" when he couldn't stand holding it between his lips any longer.
The worst part was when Soy removed the hat (or the UFO)...and the beer bottle: He discovered he had no hair left, or at least none that mattered: the bushy part was gone.
"My essence is missing," Soy alased.
All wasn't lost, though. He spotted a lass who had just turned her back on a non-responding boyfriend and was Editing Her Appearance.
"Ma'am, I hate to bother you, but look," said Soy, "this is kind of an emergency. That hair you're wearing. Do you need all of it?" Soy took a huge gamble that she wouldn't disappear.
"A handful is all I'm asking for," Soy pleaded when she didn't respond.
Ma'am was too involved in Editing her Appearance to care about what Soy was yammering about. Until then, there had been no practical reason for Soy to have sheep sheers in his Inventory.
"Good thing I save everything," he remarked.

Religious Irony

From the headlines:

Madonna, the Kaballah-practicing no-longer-a-Virgin Virgin, seeking approval by the Jews, in their country, a few months before Christmas, on Rosh Hashana, seeks out the king--or prime minister--instead of the other way around, and instead of wanting to slay him, like he would want to do to her in Olden Days, wants to worship alongside him.
Madonna wants to give birth to a type of old/new religion by giving it mass appeal. She preaches it everywhere she goes.
She is the star, the nucleus of this fascinating religion. The religion follows her around, you could say.

Smaller World Through Technology

There is something reassuring about this post on Digg.








(No War, except of course for competing technologies.)

SL/Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 15/Let us be

"Some booming voice came down earlier and said we were all in a matrix.

/

"I said shut up and go away."

SL/Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 14/Frozen Fracas

greedy was offering ways of making money by wearing an ornamental advertising orb over your head, up to 80L$ a day.

Soy didn't think it would fly.

"You do all that work on your hair and you're expected to have an orb hovering over your head? I don't think so."

greedy: "it works."

But there are apparently other ways to make money.

Monty: I just got given 150
Monty: for looking at a mans penis
Soy: lol
Soy: can i quote you?
Monty: I am still scared
Soy: was it worth it, monty?
Monty: yes
Monty: its was a tiny cock

Meanwhile, Monty claimed greedy's ball was a bunch of bunk, and they traded insults, first lightly, then more heavily. Here is a snapshot of some of the dialog:

[20:44] Monty: who wants a go on Greedy's Orb
[20:44] Monty: hands up

[20:45] greedy: who wants to hear monys fag mouth
[20:45] greedy: hands up

greedy: make me wease
Monty: fuck you

...tiny brain loser
...ooohhh you so scary

...you are so ugly
...im real afraid of you mammas boy
...shove your orb
...and fuck off someplace eles
...we dont want it
...good now i don't have to listen to his mouth
...you are an ass
...yeah please
...on many levels
...and dont ever come back
...ass hole

Each one, head down, furiously typing. Here is a snapshot of it.

Then 30 seconds later, neither had come up for air. Both were still in the act of typing...just not saying anything. Soy figured there had to be some epic insults being typed, yet not expressed.

This pic was taken after 2 minutes, both of them still incommunicado--yet still typing.

After five minutes it dawned on Soy that they were both frozen from lag, and somehow made to look like they were still typing!

After 20 minutes, they were in the exact same position. Quarrelling still. Frozen in time. All around them people moved about freely, in peace, in happiness, yet over in their corner, a mere glance away, both Monty and greedy remained squared off, in ridiculous fashion.

At the 25-minute mark, greedy came alive again, but behind him Monty was frozen still--and still challenging him. Soy hoped greedy would turn around at this point and see the folly in all the fighting.

But before that could happen, a stranger bumped into greedy and he was accidentally escorted about 10 meters yonder.

Soy lost track of him.

SL/the cost of maintaining art

"It cost me 30L$ for a tattoo that would last three years, 40L$ for five years."

Elvis Builds his Dream House

A Graceland visit with Elvis as my tour guide!!
After a trip through the estate, Elvis has another place up his sleeve.
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"Come with me to Tupelo"
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Sure enough, as I rounded the privacy wall, Elvis's boyhood trailer stood
out like a non-sore thumb.
The rooms inside were carefully cordoned off with rope.
"Will the security alarm go off if I try to grab something out of the fridge?" I asked.
Elvis was mellow. He was content to swing on the porch, after all. This was his boyhood home.
I couldn't help but think of Elvis's Graceland estate, mere steps away. I couldn't help but think Elvis was much happier here. In Tupelo. This is the place where he did most of his dreaming.

I have a picture, which I cherish, of Elvis adding pickets to a fence.
The King building his castle.
This is a pic of me being contemplated by Elvis on the wrong side of his privacy rope.
Here is a familiar sequined arm reaching up, not to point at something while singing, but to position something while building.
This is an actual rare photo of Elvis building his kitchen, modeled on the (rarer still) inside pic.

SL/Countryneckabilly

Pappy has given the world a very nice breakdown of some of the differences between Rednecks, Country Folks, and Hillbillies (Pappy himself is a distinguished Hillbilly). Prepare to be enlightened. http://slprofiles.com/secondlifeblog.asp?a=comments&id=9195

SL/Technology

Overheard

"In second life you can broadcast yourself on webcam and the guy can watch you on screen and even enter the screen if he so desires."

SL/Overheard

Another sentence you thought you'd never see...

"I frantically scrolled through my gestures until I came across a 'point' animation so that I could point at a rather large UFO that was hovering over our frat house, just in time for everyone to see me."