1. Linden Highways don't actually lead anywhere except dead ends.

2. Pushing my human body beyond its usual limits just to be clever is a bad idea.

3. Never, ever, EVER take particle ANYTHING to a Kala Pixie particle display.

More insights to come. The body craves more rest and I will not deny it.
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A rendering of this picture was done for the Macintosh computer, back when said computer was a little beige box with a monochrome screen. How times have changed.
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A mushroom garden in the belly of a rusted automaton half-submerged in the sea. I'm not even at the twelve-hour mark and I'm already hallucinating . . . I think.
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I fished all night? Where does the time go?
posted by CyFishy Traveler on Flotsam Beach using a blogHUD : [permalink]

. . . can you play a gig with a puppy on your shoulder? jaynine Scarborough at Vagabond Royale Theatre.
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I could stay here all night . . . and the way the nights are here, I suppose I could!
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Inspire Space Park, with the sun forced to midnight as recommended.
posted by CyFishy Traveler on Shinda using a blogHUD : [permalink]

And just like that, it's night again.
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So the number one question to ask is . . . what the heck am I doing here?

I have wandered from my home and made my way to a stretch of highway and I'm now wandering it to see where there is to see.

I've found one place I'd like to return to with Beginning and bookmarked it accordingly.

I've wandered through the Japanese-themed Silk Waters Mountain lands that are near my home and kept going until I stumbled on a haunted house and fairgrounds.

Now I'm on a blank stretch of highway leading . . . somewhere.
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I can't seem to stay a girl for long these days. I did shift back to try on a new dress I'd picked up via a FashCon announcement, but that only lasted a day or two before faerie_h was sadistic enough kind enough to point me to the Bare Rose shopping site. Bare Rose, as I have lamented before, is my major SL shopping addiction, because the clothes there are amazingly high in quality and insanely low in price. I grabbed a charmingly rumpled outfit called Albert and fiddled with all the combinations before settling on the red version.

And then, naturally, I called up Beginning and we went out on a date.

She dug through her inventory to come up with an outfit that she felt content with (muttering about how she really needs to do a proper sort of all the clothes she's acquired, since she went crazy with the freebie ganking in her early days) and we decided to try a different jazz club for a change. I hit search, picked one that looked interesting, but discovered that they apparently had a slightly stricter dress code than we were accustomed to. Not that we were dressed all that sloppily, and we certainly aren't lacking for formalwear in our respective inventories, but neither of us felt like changing in the street, so we decided to return at some other time.

We wandered elsewhere and finally decided that what we really wanted was somewhere quiet where we could sit together and just be. And since caliburnsusanto wasn't about, we decided to borrow his island.

Seems Caliburn has gone and rearranged things since our previous Isla Susanto photo session, so weren't able to find the campfire spot where we'd cuddled before. But we did find the gazebo and sat there together.

My screenshots are unable to do proper justice to the beauty of the space there, so I only snapped this one picture:

( It's not that large, but I'm cutting it anyway... )

I think the thing I like about it the most is that it managed to capture one little moment when Beginning is looking at me, an odd quirk of the 'follow the mouse' gaze (which I shan't belabor, lest I unravel the seams of this peculiar tapestry.)

I am pondering the insane notion of spending 24 continuous hours in Second Life and, of course, blogging the hell out of what I find in the process. I will probably have to do it without Beginning accompanying me, so perhaps that is the reason we are gorging ourselves on each other's company while we can. I plan to let everyone know the day if I wind up doing this and am open to any suggestions as to what I might be able to do in the wee smalls of the virtual morning.