SL/New Suit

I went to a store called "Nanobricks," where I bought a swimsuit that was only two or three nanometers in size. I wore it immediately to a nearby "swimwear required" beach where I got kicked out for not wearing a suit! Some people!

Then, I wore it to a "wintry wonderland" and--as advertised--got the chills, which makes me think I got extra extra value.

SL/Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 27/poor Bill

Dannie the tiger was in front of Soy.

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"Dannie, why your arms folded? what's wrong?"

(Dannie vanished.)

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Soy: I'm sorry to have addressed her just as she teleported out of here

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Mack: i'm sure she doesn't mind, soy

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Soy: thank u, Mack
Soy: i see you are growing a beard, too
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Soy: nice
Mack: i think it's maxed
Mack: lol
Mack: it never gets any thicker, or longer
Soy: i always wish to get thicker and longer...

Bill: sorry to interrupt but is there a problem tonight with clothes and things?

I'm pretty sure I'm not a girl

Soy: Um

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(Bill had breasts... With capital Cs.)

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Soy: do those things work?

Bill: it must be lag or something

Michel: where are Siegfried and Roy

Bill: is there some way I can reset my look?
Bill: This is not my avatar
Tele Porta: ? bill, what do you mean?
Soy: i think you look fine

Mack: you could try to go into edit>appearance
Mack: that sometimes fixes
Soy: don't regress to a male avatar
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Bill: but I'm a guy and it appears to me that my avatar is a girl
Soy: it's ok
Mack: well that's common
Soy: we will hold it against you
Bill Dreamscape: :)

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Bill Dreamscape: I am cut to the quick
Tele Porta: bill, did you port into here?
Bill Dreamscape: 'no
Tele Porta: teleport?
Bill Dreamscape: this is my home
Bill Dreamscape: so to speak
Bill Dreamscape: Do I look like a girl to you all?
StiX Harvey: yes bill
Matty Boomhauer: Bill, yes you do
Bill Dreamscape: maybe if I had an IE on the end of my name I could get away with it
Bill Dreamscape: LOL
StiX Harvey: can i have a squeeze bill?
Soy Burger: turn around, "bill"
Bill Dreamscape: I've never been a girl before
StiX Harvey: hehehe
Soy Burger: i didn't see the sillouette of a penis when you turned around
Soy Burger: i think that means it's too late
Bill Dreamscape: oh no, doomed to be a girl
Bill Dreamscape: LOL
Soy Burger: you have your first admirer, Bill
Bill Dreamscape: uh oh

Soy Burger: Bill, i think you are getting more noticed than if you were a guy
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Soy Burger: ok, he is signalling his interest

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Soy: he has removed his shirt
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Bill Dreamscape: he he
Bill Dreamscape: I'm in trouble
lvl3memba Woller: lol
Soy Burger: both men and women signal their interest by removing their shirts
Kristiin Cortes: lol
Bill Dreamscape: lol

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lvl3memba Woller: so not true!
lvl3memba Woller: lol
Soy Burger: we saw it with our own made up eyes

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Bill got dressed all the way.

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Soy Burger: thank you, bill, for getting dressed, finally, because, even though you're not (really) a woman, this is still a PG sim

SL/Sighting

I saw Milo making out with Marycat on the beach near the house. There was lots of surf.

This is me standing on their hammock, attempting to surf.
Ulises was there too and I noticed he was not the same as when I saw him last.
"You changed your hair," I said. "And your heels. ...And your breasts."
"I'm bored," he stated.
Ulises had bigger boobs now to play with (if he wanted to...). Every avatar can, with a few minor clicks, undergo a major alteration. He could easily have transformed into a 350lb male motorcycle psychopath if he wanted to. But he chose a more delicate specimen.
As I was standing there, trying to figure him out, a blur caught my attention, and I looked up and darned if it wasn't Santa Claus! He was riding a reindeer about 75 mph. The reindeer was beaming a red light straight ahead.
"It's Santa!" I yelled, snapping pics.
"I don't believe in Santa," replied Ulises.
"I've got pics. Digital pics!"
I don't think Ulises cared. Anyway, I've got the first shot of Santa (possibly) in Second Life so far this year...and remember, this was the tropics.

SL/Turkey IM

[19:13] Turkey: happy pre-thanksgiving
[19:14] Angelaa: Aww how is Mr. Turkey
[19:14] Angelaa: getting nervous?
[19:14] Turkey: no, calm
[19:14] Turkey: i've accepted my fate
[19:14] Angelaa: still a turkey?
[19:17] Turkey: for now
[19:17] Turkey: soon i will be digested
[19:18] Angelaa: gizzard and all
[19:18] Turkey: i hope they choke on my gizzard
[19:18] Angelaa: lol
[19:20] Angelaa: gobble?
[19:20] Turkey: you don't speak our language
[19:20] Turkey: stop pretending you do
[19:21] Angelaa: lol
[19:21] Angelaa: is it more like gobble gobble?
[19:21] Turkey: if you stutter, sure
[19:21] Turkey: or if you're really hungry

SL/Thanksgiving Eve

I needed distractions so I went immediately to
Laguna Nude Beach.
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Celeste Lopez: lol
Celeste Lopez: turkey
Sophia Kittel: shit
Celeste Lopez: yummy
Sophia Kittel: a turkey
Sophia Kittel: hahah
Celeste Lopez: i like white meat plz
Celeste Lopez: hehe
Sophia Kittel: hiya turkey
Turkey: i'm naked except for my hat
Sophia Kittel: are u juicy or dry?
Celeste Lopez: where's the stuffing
Celeste Lopez: hlol
Turkey: saliva starting already i see
Sophia Kittel: do u need to be stufffed?
Celeste Lopez: haha
Sophia Kittel: hehe
Celeste Lopez: loca
Sophia Kittel: hahah
Turkey: i need to relax
Celeste Lopez: give me a knife
Sophia Kittel: i wouldnt relax if i were u
Sophia Kittel: heh heh heh
Celeste Lopez: haha
Turkey: i came to a nude beach so i could relax and spot knives

Zombie Vinson: sorry did i miss anything
Celeste Lopez: we're about to cut the turkey
Zombie Vinson: ohhh yeah happy thanksgiving guys :):)
Celeste Lopez: aww
Celeste Lopez: ty
Celeste Lopez: same to u
Zombie Vinson: i'm in aust...we don't have it here :(

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Later...

Turkey: mmmm

Turkey: nice thighs

Turkey: juicy breasts

Zombie Vinson: lmfao

Turkey: i'm talking about myself

Celeste Lopez: haha

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Still later....

Turkey: this is a nude beach and all i've seen so far nude are guys
Crystalicious Oh: Well, some people dont wanna be nude lol
Turkey: as a turkey i find that perposterous
Crystalicious Oh: Well this is a very nice place
Turkey: i mean preposterous
Turkey: i checked with Google to see if i spelled perposterous right
Turkey: turns out, 10,000 people spelled it wrong too

SL/Countdown

Angela hadn't seen me in awhile.

"Are you still a turkey?" she asked.

"Yep. On the run."

Angelaa Capalini: for 2 more days?

Patric Styrian: yeah, need to get lean

Patric Styrian: got 2 days

Patric Styrian: i want to shed 16 ounces

I thought about becoming a fish...

"No one eats fish as far as I know on Thanksgiving," I said.

"...although it would have made sense."

SL/Fact and some fiction

I wandered onto her land.

"Want to eat?" she asked me.

Did I look like I needed to eat? I may live longer.

"It's better to be a bird. Believe me," she said.

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Did I hear her right?

"Do you speak?" she finally asked.

It was my turn to talk.

"I speak chicken scratch and turkish," I said.

She had no hair on her head, so I wondered if this signified at attempt to "drop out" of society...thus, her appraisal of birds.

"You know, you can be one yourself," I said.

"???"

"A bird. You can be a bald eagle. You can be a turkey vulture too."

"???"

"I thought you liked birds..."

"I do like birds. I have one in my house, and one in my skillet right now."

"Ewwwwwww."

"I eat in front of my parakeet; he doesn't mind."

Traitor, I thought.

"The last chicken I ate had no name. I named my parakeet, though. His name is Spot."

"Even thawed birds deserve names," I reminded her.

"Spot is named after my last pet, a dog." She wasn't really listening.

"Wild," I thought.

"Spot ran away shortly after I got my parakeet. So I just started calling my parakeet Spot."

"Uhhhhh" I said.

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...to be continued

SL/that's what SL pills are for

"I've gone from average height to one of the tallest instantly."

No bounderies

Often I feel we are in a dream world, even though we are told we definitely aren't, and our imaginations fuel other dream worlds, such as Second Life. Second Life is the millionth in a line of succeeding dream worlds, if you believe that imagination follows imagination. For instance, I imagine my character in Second Life imagining his own character (something like a Second Life within a Second Life), just as in real life, going the other direction, I can imagine myself being imagined.
If you think about it...
'Life is imaginary' is just as good of an explanation as 'life is real.'

SL/Escape-ism

More and more events, I'm noticing are becoming 'Thanksgiving'-themed the closer we get to the magical date of 22 November. I have mixed feelings about that date, because although I get to see plenty of Turkeys leading up to it, such as this stately fellow, the fact remains we will be eventually be eaten, no matter what.
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Last year, I'm told, most of the turkeys in Second Life got together and tried to escape, symbolically. It's interesting that they were reportedly successful.
For the next week (or so) I'm going to try to find the ringleader of last year's turkey rebellion in case it should happen again. He goes by the name "Pole Tree" I'm told, which is an allusion to "Poultry." "Pole Tree" is said to be such a brilliant escape artist he can literally wait until he's being passed around the table before making his getaway. He launches right off the dinner table, in front of the surprised guests and horrified hostess, turns around and faces them with a big ol' smile on his face--not accusingly--and says: "Happy Thanksgiving," before diving out the window.
He then meets up with all his cohorts near the swamp, and they all press the little red X together, and that's that.