Thursday, January 27, 2011
I'm going to change this title when I think of one
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Caaaaaatchoo!
I've been feeling really out of sorts lately. For instance, I even stayed home from work today because I had a wild urge to stroll in there and either fire everybody or quit my job. But you know what? It just dawned on me that maybe the reason I'm feeling slightly off is because I've been spending hours and hours over the course of days looking in nooks and crannies for this thing:
Yeah, that's right.
You have 10 days left to finish The Serial Killer Hunt.
And speaking of death, you're going to have to bear with me through one more breedable cats post. Sorry. It's all I've got going on.
I rented some space in the Purfect Kitty cat market. I learned my lesson the hard way with the chickens. Remember? People went wild and snatched up every market stall on the grid? By the time I finally got some really cool rare eggs of my own to sell, there was absolutely nowhere to sell them. I was on waiting lists. WAITING LISTS TO SELL IMAGINARY CHICKENS. (Read that sentence fragment out loud and then pause for a moment as we reflect on how sad my life really is.)
But not this time.
Awwwwwwww yeah, baby! Welcome to Emerald's Cathouse, where the lovin' is good and the kittens are sexy!
It looks spiffy, huh? The camera is so kind. Truth is, every cat has a paragraph of stats over its head. Sure, you can turn them off, but that would be pretty crappy customer service. So although my camera politely ignored the eyesore, in world, my cat stall looks like this:
THAT HURTS MY OCD!
So as you can see, my cats finally started giving birth. And I guess some of the kittens are considered pretty desirable. I'm not sure. I joined the Wildwood Breedables group, but those people have a nonstop stream of cat chatter going on throughout the day. Don't get me wrong: if that's your thing, that's wonderful. But as for me, I don't have much to say about my cats (beyond writing a long droning blog post about them). So when I do pipe up and ask an occasional question, it always seems to kill the chat for a minute, probably while 300 people think, "Shut up, you idiot lurker."
So I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. For instance, my cat Diana Ross just gave birth to this cat called an Eclipse:
So impressive, he even has a sign!
He's a cream tabby with glowing golden eyes and a fluffy tail. I guess this breed is called Eclipse because the cream color is . . . covered with darkness? Don't stare directly at it! You'll burn your eyes!
That picture sucks. Here's are his parents (I think. I lose track of who's zooming whom):
Diana Ross is on the left. You can tell she's an Eclipse because SL is taking her glowing Cobalt eyes and smearing them across my photo. The father Flauta is another kind of exciting type in the cat world, maybe? He's called a Van, with Sleek shading (how cool is that?) and a Fluffy tail, which is more desirable than a common tail. I just fell asleep for a second. Let's pause for an unrelated question:
Does anyone know what happened to the following people: Banana Vella, Ding Fotherington and Beanie Canning? I miss their blogs.
Anyway, yeah — that's a birthing picture up there. The kittens are born in baskets. That must hurt like a mo-fo. As soon as Diana Ross finished squeezing out that wicker, I took her Eclipse kitten and put him up for sale in Emerald's Cathouse. I have no idea what to charge. I'm scared to ask the Wildwood Breedables group. I walked around and looked at other Eclipses and they're 3K - 4K lindens. My God, that seems insane to me. So mine is 1200L. Hell, if you're savvy, you could probably buy him and flip him like a pancake.
I also have some starter cats for sale for 50L. They're not that exciting, but they could have exciting kittens one day. I'm willing to negotiate too. I'll go as low as 5L.
I bought a cat called a Holiday Elegant (with a Shimmer coat) that's supposed to look like a gingerbread man but instead looks like a creepy John Wayne Gacyesque serial killer cat:
(Eek.)
I named her Beyonce. She just gave birth to that Modern Seal Tuxedo female with Shimmer shading and a Bobbed tail. I think those are good things. I have no idea what that kitten's price should be though. Maybe I should try an auction house or something.
Oh my gawd, I'm dying of boredom. Dying. Of. Boredom. This blog post is unbearable. Frankly, it's not even a real post — it's really a cry for help. If you're a nice person and you know about this stuff, could you please help me? HELP ME, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU TO HELP ME!
OK. The End.
VISIT IN WORLD!
Emerald's Cathouse!
Posted Jan. 21, 2011
Yeah, that's right.
You have 10 days left to finish The Serial Killer Hunt.
And speaking of death, you're going to have to bear with me through one more breedable cats post. Sorry. It's all I've got going on.
I rented some space in the Purfect Kitty cat market. I learned my lesson the hard way with the chickens. Remember? People went wild and snatched up every market stall on the grid? By the time I finally got some really cool rare eggs of my own to sell, there was absolutely nowhere to sell them. I was on waiting lists. WAITING LISTS TO SELL IMAGINARY CHICKENS. (Read that sentence fragment out loud and then pause for a moment as we reflect on how sad my life really is.)
But not this time.
Awwwwwwww yeah, baby! Welcome to Emerald's Cathouse, where the lovin' is good and the kittens are sexy!
It looks spiffy, huh? The camera is so kind. Truth is, every cat has a paragraph of stats over its head. Sure, you can turn them off, but that would be pretty crappy customer service. So although my camera politely ignored the eyesore, in world, my cat stall looks like this:
THAT HURTS MY OCD!
So as you can see, my cats finally started giving birth. And I guess some of the kittens are considered pretty desirable. I'm not sure. I joined the Wildwood Breedables group, but those people have a nonstop stream of cat chatter going on throughout the day. Don't get me wrong: if that's your thing, that's wonderful. But as for me, I don't have much to say about my cats (beyond writing a long droning blog post about them). So when I do pipe up and ask an occasional question, it always seems to kill the chat for a minute, probably while 300 people think, "Shut up, you idiot lurker."
So I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. For instance, my cat Diana Ross just gave birth to this cat called an Eclipse:
So impressive, he even has a sign!
He's a cream tabby with glowing golden eyes and a fluffy tail. I guess this breed is called Eclipse because the cream color is . . . covered with darkness? Don't stare directly at it! You'll burn your eyes!
That picture sucks. Here's are his parents (I think. I lose track of who's zooming whom):
Diana Ross is on the left. You can tell she's an Eclipse because SL is taking her glowing Cobalt eyes and smearing them across my photo. The father Flauta is another kind of exciting type in the cat world, maybe? He's called a Van, with Sleek shading (how cool is that?) and a Fluffy tail, which is more desirable than a common tail. I just fell asleep for a second. Let's pause for an unrelated question:
Does anyone know what happened to the following people: Banana Vella, Ding Fotherington and Beanie Canning? I miss their blogs.
Anyway, yeah — that's a birthing picture up there. The kittens are born in baskets. That must hurt like a mo-fo. As soon as Diana Ross finished squeezing out that wicker, I took her Eclipse kitten and put him up for sale in Emerald's Cathouse. I have no idea what to charge. I'm scared to ask the Wildwood Breedables group. I walked around and looked at other Eclipses and they're 3K - 4K lindens. My God, that seems insane to me. So mine is 1200L. Hell, if you're savvy, you could probably buy him and flip him like a pancake.
I also have some starter cats for sale for 50L. They're not that exciting, but they could have exciting kittens one day. I'm willing to negotiate too. I'll go as low as 5L.
I bought a cat called a Holiday Elegant (with a Shimmer coat) that's supposed to look like a gingerbread man but instead looks like a creepy John Wayne Gacyesque serial killer cat:
(Eek.)
I named her Beyonce. She just gave birth to that Modern Seal Tuxedo female with Shimmer shading and a Bobbed tail. I think those are good things. I have no idea what that kitten's price should be though. Maybe I should try an auction house or something.
Oh my gawd, I'm dying of boredom. Dying. Of. Boredom. This blog post is unbearable. Frankly, it's not even a real post — it's really a cry for help. If you're a nice person and you know about this stuff, could you please help me? HELP ME, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU TO HELP ME!
OK. The End.
VISIT IN WORLD!
Emerald's Cathouse!
Posted Jan. 21, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Everyone's having sex but me
Hey, look at my fishtank!!!
If you've been reading this blog since the very early days . . . well, damn, I'll I can say is I'm sorry.
Ha ha ha! But seriously. If you've been reading this blog since the very early days (thank you), you've survived my longstanding fascination with SL aquariums. It started with a big boxy one I got at a yardsale and evolved into a lower prim one I could slap on a wall, and I think there were other fish tanks here and there, but THIS ONE KICKS SO MUCH ASS I HAVE TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS LIKE THIS WITH AN EXCLAMATION POINT AT THE END!
It's included in the Cy Haven skybox (compact version, 176 prims, 20x20x18m) from Xen Style. I wish I could claim the honor of discovering it, but I saw it over on Exploring SL with Dido and screamed, "GIMME THAT!"
Go over there and look at Dido's pictures, because mine are surprisingly bad.
And yeah, I know it's a skybox, but whatever:
Now it's a kind-of-ugly-on-the-outside, very-cool-on-the-inside house. Don't be enticed by the swirly winter tree design. I covered the giant Xen Style logo with a couple of flat black prims and then covered those with a $1L First Christmas Tree etched glass prim from Q's Garden of Glass on Marketplace. I am nothing if not resourceful. And see! I knew my ability to make a prim would come in handy one day! I can build! I can build!
Besides the aquatic wall, this multilevel, texture-baked, massively detailed skybox is furnished with a dining counter, couches, shelving, central-control computer terminal, other sci-fi looking stuff . . . and a holographic boyfriend (or girlfriend, depending on your preference. Or you could have a holographic solar system. Or you can choose absolutely nothing. But why do that?).
Dance, bitch, dance!
Ambient sounds, visual effects and menu-driven material variants (that means the furniture is texture-change) complete your living experience. (Can you tell I had a brief stint writing for a real estate magazine in RL?)
The best news? Everything is LINKED! Thank God!!! I love you, (creator) Xenius Revere! (Oh wow, looks like he's pretty hot in RL, actually. Maybe I really do love him.)
Oh yeah, and it's a mere 4000L.
*passes out* I can't even read that sentence without feeling woozy. Let's pretend it only cost me 500L. I'm officially living on a budget from now on, kids, at least until March.
There's a larger version for 5000L (254 prims, 20x30x18m) and now I kind of wish I would have bought that one. It's roomier. Oh well.
The fantastic news for all you aquarium fanatics is that Xen Style sells the beyond-awesome fish tank separately for 500L.
We don't have to rip our house down to have a good time. Oh no!
It's only 16 prims (!!!) with texture-baked light, particle-effect bubbles, low-lag animated fish and "relaxing ambient sound." (Yeah, I took all that info straight from the vendor.)
In other news, break out the champagne because . . . drumroll . . .
EVERYBODY'S PREGGERS!!!!!!
*looks around sheepishly* Yeah, I bought a few more cats. And now all the females are knocked-up.
Remember when we all had chickens? I wonder if this is going to be like the chicken thing, when my chickens kept procreating to the point where every new egg forced me to delete more furniture, until finally my parcel was just a lone chair surrounded by a bunch of chickens. And then one day, I poured myself a stiff vodka and soda (with two limes), tossed it back, shed a few tears and slaughtered what seemed like about 80 chickens. It was tragic. I vowed never to love another horny, pixelated animal again. And now this. Sigh.
Let's end this post with a plea:
I'm not kidding you when I say that I've been trying to win this Neon Frog zebra every time it's been in this board since 2010. (Look how dejected and defeated my AV looks.) It's my own elusive great white whale (wail). The board is only at 26/140 now, but the day is still young! If you have a minute, please go slap it!! Slap it HERE.
GET IT INWORLD:
Xen Style
Q's Garden of Glass 1L special on Marketplace
Wildwood Breedables
Skin: Lionheart skin in Bloodgeisha (Fable tone) by The Plastik
Dress: Tomoko dress in red by FallnAngel Creations
Hair: Jolie (my new favorite) in Chocolate by Truth
Posted Jan. 15, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Well, hell
Soooooo . . .
I look like I just fell off the tranny train in these new Stiletto Moody skins.
I've been seeing other not-so-flattering pictures of this True Beauty skin collection recently, but I was hoping it would be different for me. I was hoping I'd put it on and look fabulous. Alas, not the case. Or who knows? I did see a few makeups that didn't look like a drag queen's wet dream, but the demo folder only has this one color in it. And even if I *could* try on all the makeups, I'm still not sure if I'd be able to really see them through all the GRAFFITI on my FACE.
I'm kind of waiting for Stiletto Moody to jump out and scream, "APRIL FOOL!!!!"
(Or is it "Fools"? Or "Fool's"? Shoot.)
In other "Damn, This Skin Looks Like Crap on Me" news, I saw the Dimbula Rose lucky board skins over on the Lucky Kitty Crew blog and I've been stalking all five of them ever since. I finally won the Dark Fold skin I really wanted, and . . .
:-\
Let's just slap some rabbit ears on me and call it a day.
Hey, look at my shirt in that pic. Or try to look at it. Lately I've been having this problem where only one part of my body stays rezzed at a time. If I were to hit "Rebake" in that scenario up there, the shirt would sharpen and my face would blur out. It is, hands down, one of the most irritating things to happen to me in SL. And yes, I've cleared my cache. I'm worried that one day I'm going to get confused and suggest that as a real-life solution to something. "I woke up this morning and my face was completely broken-out." "That sucks — did you try clearing your cache?"
As long as we're on a skin roll:
The Plastik has this killer LionHeart skin as its Serial Killer Hunt prize, pardon the pun. The prize includes the matching ears and a few pairs of eyes, including the ones in this pic. Yes, please! (There's a guy's skin in there too.)
I don't really have much going on these days. I bought this Dancing Christopher Walken (100L) at a store called Cheese on the Cioccolata sim. I rezzed him in my yard to check him out and now I can't catch the slippery bastard. It is hilarious and horrifying at the same time.
That is messed up.
I also got some breedable cats. I didn't even know they were making breedable cats. I'm hopelessly out of the whole breedables loop now without The Chicken Diaries blog. I'm still waiting for breedable people, though. Little breedable people that we can keep in cages and force to copulate. It would be like virtual porn within virtual porn.
This is Ramone. The female is named Cruella. Unlike Ramone, who curls up and sleeps like a cute little cartoon cat, Cruella walks around while she's asleep.
File under "Yet Another Thing in My Yard that Scares the Bejeezus out of Me."
Soon they'll start procreating. Holler if you want a kitten.
GET IT IN WORLD!
Stiletto Moody
Dimbula Rose lucky boards: HERE and HERE
The Plastik
Dancing Christopher Walken at Cheese
Wildwood Breedables store and Website
Hair: Jolie in Pearl by Truth
Outfit: Silvery Whisp by Curious Kitties
Wings: The New Daylight in Silver by MeKa
Jewelry: Snowstars set by Tekeli-li
Boots: Bax Prestige Boots in Silver by Bax Coen Design
I look like I just fell off the tranny train in these new Stiletto Moody skins.
I've been seeing other not-so-flattering pictures of this True Beauty skin collection recently, but I was hoping it would be different for me. I was hoping I'd put it on and look fabulous. Alas, not the case. Or who knows? I did see a few makeups that didn't look like a drag queen's wet dream, but the demo folder only has this one color in it. And even if I *could* try on all the makeups, I'm still not sure if I'd be able to really see them through all the GRAFFITI on my FACE.
I'm kind of waiting for Stiletto Moody to jump out and scream, "APRIL FOOL!!!!"
(Or is it "Fools"? Or "Fool's"? Shoot.)
In other "Damn, This Skin Looks Like Crap on Me" news, I saw the Dimbula Rose lucky board skins over on the Lucky Kitty Crew blog and I've been stalking all five of them ever since. I finally won the Dark Fold skin I really wanted, and . . .
:-\
Let's just slap some rabbit ears on me and call it a day.
Hey, look at my shirt in that pic. Or try to look at it. Lately I've been having this problem where only one part of my body stays rezzed at a time. If I were to hit "Rebake" in that scenario up there, the shirt would sharpen and my face would blur out. It is, hands down, one of the most irritating things to happen to me in SL. And yes, I've cleared my cache. I'm worried that one day I'm going to get confused and suggest that as a real-life solution to something. "I woke up this morning and my face was completely broken-out." "That sucks — did you try clearing your cache?"
As long as we're on a skin roll:
The Plastik has this killer LionHeart skin as its Serial Killer Hunt prize, pardon the pun. The prize includes the matching ears and a few pairs of eyes, including the ones in this pic. Yes, please! (There's a guy's skin in there too.)
I don't really have much going on these days. I bought this Dancing Christopher Walken (100L) at a store called Cheese on the Cioccolata sim. I rezzed him in my yard to check him out and now I can't catch the slippery bastard. It is hilarious and horrifying at the same time.
That is messed up.
I also got some breedable cats. I didn't even know they were making breedable cats. I'm hopelessly out of the whole breedables loop now without The Chicken Diaries blog. I'm still waiting for breedable people, though. Little breedable people that we can keep in cages and force to copulate. It would be like virtual porn within virtual porn.
This is Ramone. The female is named Cruella. Unlike Ramone, who curls up and sleeps like a cute little cartoon cat, Cruella walks around while she's asleep.
File under "Yet Another Thing in My Yard that Scares the Bejeezus out of Me."
Soon they'll start procreating. Holler if you want a kitten.
GET IT IN WORLD!
Stiletto Moody
Dimbula Rose lucky boards: HERE and HERE
The Plastik
Dancing Christopher Walken at Cheese
Wildwood Breedables store and Website
Hair: Jolie in Pearl by Truth
Outfit: Silvery Whisp by Curious Kitties
Wings: The New Daylight in Silver by MeKa
Jewelry: Snowstars set by Tekeli-li
Boots: Bax Prestige Boots in Silver by Bax Coen Design
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The island of misfit pictures
Every day I get hundreds of notecards that say, "Emerald, we simply cannot live without your photography. You need a lot more pictures in your blog posts. Give us more, more, more!"
OK. Sadly, here are a few pictures that had nowhere to live in 2010. Let's give them a big hug and make them feel better.
Hell yeah, Barbie is a slut and I'm too sexy for you, zombie boy. (Skin: Sophie demo at Mynerva; T-shirt from Beauty Killer.)
Am I the only one who prudishly checks under my skirt before I fly?
You can leave your shoes on. (I heart butt-naked men standing in the middle of women's stores.)
I don't know these ladies, but I spent about three hours staring at a lucky board with them. We look like a band of perfectly groomed superheroes. Or a very lovely street gang in Narnia. And yes . . .
The lucky board platform at Caverna Obscura is one of the best places to people-watch on the grid. Do not even try showing up in jeans and a T-shirt or someone will beat you senseless with a wing and a magic wand.
And the award for Most Awesome Abuse of a Van Gogh Painting goes to . . . [name omitted because I'm nice and I kind of like this store].
I think I'm gonna pass on this one.
I'm the one in the air, trying to get away from that tattooed chick who was oh-so-adept at chasing my AV around this push-enabled store and shoving me into walls. When this kind of thing happens, I turn on my camera's sound and start taking tons of bad pictures. Click click click click click.
[2010/12/15 21:32] Cacey McAndrews: i don't understand why you wanted to take my picture!
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: I took several pics of you pushing me around the store
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: to go with the AR I'm filing against you
[2010/12/15 21:33] Cacey McAndrews: i was just trying to say hi to :(
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: sure you were
I sounded like Clint Eastwood in that last sentence.
Her butt crack was showing, too. If you're gonna try to grief me, at least dress appropriately, particularly because you might become blog material.
Meadow Breeze 2.0 gown by Caverna Obscura. It was my original pick for the 52 Weeks of Color: Blue post before I decided to pimp myself out instead. Speaking of, I'm hopelessly behind in that challenge. Somebody get me an outfit with cerise, yellow, green and silver, please. P.S. A complete stranger gave me that hair garland. She said something like, "That dress is really pretty — this will match it." I'm such a sap, I got a little teary when it happened. People ARE inherently good! They are, they are!
Dear VoguE, I had to delete two trees and a chair before I could rez and unpack your 18-prim bag. I forgive you though. Love, Em.
I'm a big damn fan of A Touch of Ireland. A big damn fan, I tell you, primarily because they saturate my monitor with so much joyous color. (Hey, this dress is green. Check one color off my list of late color challenge posts.) The Christmas Goat is feeling it too.
. . . actually, the more I look at this picture, the more I want this pink slasher latex catsuit. Don't tell anyone. (The hood is a tattoo layer!)
Someday I'll look back on this picture and think, "Maybe I should've toned down the whole Christmas Spirit thing a little." (Holly Faerie Outfit - Nice by Caverna Obscura.) (Magical Christmas Killer Whale is magical.)
I love the store Meb as much as the next person, but if any of you ever see me wearing these "Touch Me" jeans, I do want you to touch me — in the face. As in, slap it. Hard.
This post was hard for me to write. My parents got me two kittens for Christmas. Confidentially among us friends, I wasn't ready for two new cats yet. In fact, I was looking forward to NOT being a cat lady for a while. IN FACT, I was fantasizing about getting a dog — one that I could jog with and walk in dog parks and use as a lure to meet robust, good-looking men with dogs. And then our dogs could fall in love and we could fall in love and everything would be like a Meg Ryan movie. Sigh.
But now I have a mostly white kitten named Clover and a completely black one named Felix. And both of them wanted to WALK ALL OVER THIS KEYBOARD while I was typing this post. At one point I almost said, "To hell with it," and let them.
This post was almost titled, "What the cats wrote."
WANT SOME OF THAT STUFF UP THERE? GET IT HERE:
Mynerva
Beauty Killer
Caverna Obscura (keep TPing up the tree to get to the members-only lucky boards)
A Touch of Ireland
Meb
OK. Sadly, here are a few pictures that had nowhere to live in 2010. Let's give them a big hug and make them feel better.
Hell yeah, Barbie is a slut and I'm too sexy for you, zombie boy. (Skin: Sophie demo at Mynerva; T-shirt from Beauty Killer.)
Am I the only one who prudishly checks under my skirt before I fly?
You can leave your shoes on. (I heart butt-naked men standing in the middle of women's stores.)
I don't know these ladies, but I spent about three hours staring at a lucky board with them. We look like a band of perfectly groomed superheroes. Or a very lovely street gang in Narnia. And yes . . .
The lucky board platform at Caverna Obscura is one of the best places to people-watch on the grid. Do not even try showing up in jeans and a T-shirt or someone will beat you senseless with a wing and a magic wand.
And the award for Most Awesome Abuse of a Van Gogh Painting goes to . . . [name omitted because I'm nice and I kind of like this store].
I think I'm gonna pass on this one.
I'm the one in the air, trying to get away from that tattooed chick who was oh-so-adept at chasing my AV around this push-enabled store and shoving me into walls. When this kind of thing happens, I turn on my camera's sound and start taking tons of bad pictures. Click click click click click.
[2010/12/15 21:32] Cacey McAndrews: i don't understand why you wanted to take my picture!
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: I took several pics of you pushing me around the store
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: to go with the AR I'm filing against you
[2010/12/15 21:33] Cacey McAndrews: i was just trying to say hi to :(
[2010/12/15 21:33] Emerald Wynn: sure you were
I sounded like Clint Eastwood in that last sentence.
Her butt crack was showing, too. If you're gonna try to grief me, at least dress appropriately, particularly because you might become blog material.
Meadow Breeze 2.0 gown by Caverna Obscura. It was my original pick for the 52 Weeks of Color: Blue post before I decided to pimp myself out instead. Speaking of, I'm hopelessly behind in that challenge. Somebody get me an outfit with cerise, yellow, green and silver, please. P.S. A complete stranger gave me that hair garland. She said something like, "That dress is really pretty — this will match it." I'm such a sap, I got a little teary when it happened. People ARE inherently good! They are, they are!
Dear VoguE, I had to delete two trees and a chair before I could rez and unpack your 18-prim bag. I forgive you though. Love, Em.
I'm a big damn fan of A Touch of Ireland. A big damn fan, I tell you, primarily because they saturate my monitor with so much joyous color. (Hey, this dress is green. Check one color off my list of late color challenge posts.) The Christmas Goat is feeling it too.
. . . actually, the more I look at this picture, the more I want this pink slasher latex catsuit. Don't tell anyone. (The hood is a tattoo layer!)
Someday I'll look back on this picture and think, "Maybe I should've toned down the whole Christmas Spirit thing a little." (Holly Faerie Outfit - Nice by Caverna Obscura.) (Magical Christmas Killer Whale is magical.)
I love the store Meb as much as the next person, but if any of you ever see me wearing these "Touch Me" jeans, I do want you to touch me — in the face. As in, slap it. Hard.
This post was hard for me to write. My parents got me two kittens for Christmas. Confidentially among us friends, I wasn't ready for two new cats yet. In fact, I was looking forward to NOT being a cat lady for a while. IN FACT, I was fantasizing about getting a dog — one that I could jog with and walk in dog parks and use as a lure to meet robust, good-looking men with dogs. And then our dogs could fall in love and we could fall in love and everything would be like a Meg Ryan movie. Sigh.
But now I have a mostly white kitten named Clover and a completely black one named Felix. And both of them wanted to WALK ALL OVER THIS KEYBOARD while I was typing this post. At one point I almost said, "To hell with it," and let them.
This post was almost titled, "What the cats wrote."
WANT SOME OF THAT STUFF UP THERE? GET IT HERE:
Mynerva
Beauty Killer
Caverna Obscura (keep TPing up the tree to get to the members-only lucky boards)
A Touch of Ireland
Meb
Saturday, January 1, 2011
My mermaid brings all the boys to the yard
Hey, I bought a mermaid today! She swims around! And she scares the bejeezus out of me!
But we'll get to her later. To be honest, I just wanted to start this post with something other than a picture of my upper torso. Like this one:
The Frost Queen dress (800L) and (FREE!) Winter Spirit Azil skin (several tones included) are from Curious Kitties. The hair (crown included) is a group gift from ploom.
For the fashion, home decor and landscaping alone, winter is my favorite season in SL. I'm going to look icy until March, kids, for I am Empress Emerald of Emerald's Iceland! Bow down in servitude and suck my icicles!
I think taking a picture in an icy dress, icy hair and icy skin against an icy background is the best idea I've had in 2011.
:-\
Oh, Happy New Year, by the way! I haven't blogged in a while because I've hated my last few posts. So whoops, I didn't write a Christmas post. And speaking of Christmas, today I started clearing my yard of all the holiday stuff so I could transform it into a winter wonderland . . . but then I quickly lost interest and decided to go shopping instead. As such, my yard is currently rocking a Chronicles of Trailer-Trash Narnia vibe. Oops.
Fairies and unicorns and goats, oh my!
Can you find the rearing unicorn in that picture? Back in the day I used to inspect people's clothing, but these days I find myself inspecting more objects. I'll see some cool decor in a store or a yard somewhere and want it for myself. So when I saw the unicorns in Copley Square today, I screamed, "WHO MADE THOSE THINGS?" and checked. It turned out to be Kim Lefavre of Sa'ng Fori Design.
I hustled over there and bought this riding unicorn (1100L) - YEEEEEHAW!
Hey, that snowman is not that bad, considering I drew it with my finger on a mousepad. (That red thing is a scarf.)
I also bought this Ice Fairy (fairy is 18 prims, ice is 3 prims, 500L) and the aforementioned rearing unicorn (16 prims, 450L) behind her.
God, I feel like this is one of those haul videos, but in long droning prose. "Look at this and look at this and OMG look at this other stuff I bought!" Sorry. This is why I don't blog very often anymore.
If you happen to be a holiday slacker like I am and you're still gathering up some very, very, very belated Christmas presents, Sa'ng Fori's small Light Fairies (15 prims, 450L) are trans and fly around shining a lovely light. They're available in green and white. I bought one for my friend Gwen because she lights up my life. *insert the wailing of Debbie Boone here* And then I bought the green one for me.
Pretty. And thank God, she doesn't look a thing like Nicole Kidman.
And now, cue the 'Jaws' music and let's get to the mermaid.
HELP! I want my mommy!
To clarify, this is not me. It's a prim person that moves. A little unsettling, huh? Don't get me wrong — she's 17 prims of pure win or I wouldn't have spent 500L on her. If you go over to Sa'ng Fori — and I highly recommend that you do, if only just to look at the vast selection of fantastical creatures, fantasy AVs, all kinds of animated and static people, Gorean animals (I have no idea), domestic animals, everything you need to make a medieval village and so much more — you'll see that this mermaid looks kickin' in the lake there. I'm just not coordinated enough to get her to work in my lame, homemade pond.
And unfortunately there's something about her face and her wobbly "I just clawed my way out of a watery grave and I'm on my way to kill you" swimming style (my fault for not rezzing her properly) that gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Look at that face. It's the face of a creature who wants you to die a horrible death. She looks like Heroin-Addict Mermaid, rising up out of the water to bitch-slap me with her tail, slit my throat and run off with my lindens in search of her next fix.
However, some of my neighbors saw her from a distance today and thought she was ME flopping around my yard as a mermaid AV. That alone was awesome enough to make up for the creepy factor.
I think I'll keep her. (She has trans perms, BTW.)
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