A Day At The Races

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to be a man? They seem to strut about like they own the place! Don't get me wrong there are some decent blokes out there. (Somewhere!) But even though we've come a long way ba-by, sometimes women still seem to miss out on some of the power and even some of the fun of being a man. So WTF!? I decided to put on a man's suit and see what all the fuss was about. Huh! Ain't no thang but a chicken wing in Second Life! I didn't change my avatar except for a long mannish Victorian hairstyle and a Victorian style man's suit. Tee, hee, I guess I'll let Madam MAR take over now. Or shall I say Monsieur? ;)

A Day At The Races

Blood hell! I'm bored! Not since my trip to Costa Rica that I have had a bit of fun! I scanned the newspapers a bit and I saw nothing of interest but a bit about horses. Horses by gum! Now there's the ticket!

"There a love, Eloise thank you." I looked in the mirror and saw a rack-hell of stylish proportion, my tie in a proper knot thanks to Eloise. Sometimes there is an upside to having a automaton for a servant. Eloise won't be scandalized by my behavior. Now I could have found a male escort to squire me around the courses however game they might be they still would not appreciate my course language. "Oh my word such language!" They might say. Watching my P's and Q's every bloody minute was not my idea of fun! Ha, ha!

So I transport myself to Champion Horses and off to the races I went. Ideally I had planned on mingling with the throng and seeing if I can fool anyone into thinking that I was just your average dandy. However I was disappointed. Duce the luck! The course was closed and so was the bar. However there were seen from a distance a couple of Jockeys exercising their horses. How thrilling! How I so love to see horses run! I fight my depression at finding no person to whom to fool. The only thing for it is to get rip roaring drunk! Away I transported myself after a smoke and evidence of my being there.

Mieville Doyle was the place I landed at and away I saunter in my fabulous steam driven carriage. I espied a road that led to a pier. Quite a sailing ship I rode to another pier that led to another road towards a Teahouse. "Would sir, like a refreshment." I was asked by a waiter. Ha, ha! Finally someone was fooled. I genteelly nodded as I still was not confident enough to speak and pointed to the liquor menu for a snifter of Cognac. The little Teahouse was empty except for the waiter and I. My what a strong liquor! Quite smoky and rich tasting! My head was swimming so I thought I'd pay my bill and get a bit of fresh air. For awhile things were pleasant. A swan swam thru-out a pond and the sea breezes refreshing then I saw a sight that almost had me swearing off spirits for ever! An ape dress as a person! Oh dear! As I walked closer to the sight I found out that it was merely a statue! My word! Quite a bit of exclamations came forth till I saw this sign. The Laughing Gryphon House: The Society for the ethical treatment of bots.

How interesting! Eloise is a bot and I do not wish to treat my automaton in an unethically. So I close my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. A perfectly sensible way to clear the head of an excess of drink. Entering the lobby I found free gifts available for the visitor and stairways leading upward. "What shall I do?" Good exercise is another cure so a way I walked. Two flights later I viewed a goodly library. Not being able however to still see quite as straight as I wished. Another climb of flights then was my goal till my chest grew tight. I must say that it was a goodly thing that I did not have my corset on. Resting on a stair I gave a thought to this adventure. Not off to a great start I did appreciate that however man's success he can not have quite the grand time women think they have. I mean I love a good bottle of wine as much as the next lady and when distressed a brandy is fortifying but to drink till one loses ones senses quite impossible! To think that a man spends most of his time working and then proceed to go out to so-called pleasures as to drink, gamble, and have love affairs. How do they survive?

I will stick to my pleasurable adventures of explorations, entertaining, and writing thank you very much! The only thing that I envy is the access to knowledge that they seem to want to keep to themselves. The censure of the times I cling to in these foreign lands are mere nostalgia. To think that at anytime I can go where I please, see whom I please, and live alone owning my own estate; I would sooner smash my Great-Great-many times-Great Grandfather's machine than to have to go back to there. I had quit my musings to move on and reach the top of the roof of the building. So far besides the library I had not seen anything referring to the ethical treatment of mechanical servants but I did espy a beautiful Arboretum filled with tropical plants. I filled my lungs with humid air but found not a seat to rest. Bother! I sighed not pleased to leave such a lovely place but onward I plunged!

Downward was most pleasant than upwards obviously so I took a look at those books, chose two and began to look for a seat so I could read. One book was about Dr. Nikola Tesla, hmm must have been after my time. [Snicker] While his book was quite interesting I felt as if I was reading a technical manual. Plenty of those in my library at home. However this future scientist has had quite the successful career. I have copied an excerpt from this tome however.

Nikola Tesla (Serbian: Никола Тесла; 10 July 1856 – 7 January 1943) was an inventor, mechanical engineer, and electrical engineer. He was an important contributor to the birth of commercial electricity, and is best known for his many revolutionary developments in the field of electromagnetism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Tesla's patents and theoretical work formed the basis of modern alternating current (AC) electric power systems, including the polyphase system of electrical distribution and the AC motor. This work helped usher in the Second Industrial Revolution.

Quite interesting fellow this Tesla. Ah but the other book had information on my favorite author Edgar Allan Poe. He wrote my favorite poem the Raven and had started the popular genre of Science-Fiction. I have a mighty love of that author and spent a whole hour reading the particular facts of his life. Edgar Allan Poe came from America. Oh how I would love to visit that country. I was born there but was sent for to go to England. So many disappointments in my life but I could not continue my musings for I was tired. Manly I rose [snicker] and walk downstairs to the lobby. Procured such trinkets and literature that I was able to carry. I even bought a couple of pigeons for my garden! I exited The Laughing Gryphon House and entered my carriage which I had summoned. Before I entered the carriage I did espy an advertisement for a entry for a hunt. This land loves it's hunts. The people here do not hunt animals as I have been told but treasures of trinkets with clues that lead to them. Perhaps I'll enter? But shall I return as a woman or a man? A woman of course! We are the far more superior I think. [Chuckle]

So another adventure awaits Lady Mar and you lucky people who come across this here blog get to read another one. Tomorrow! Now aren't you glad I'm lazy and take the time to write such thrilling stories for a whole week! Well if you feel differently or even in the affirmative well ya please let me know? Comment I need the imput and even some love! Sigh! The Author MRClueuin

A Walking Anachronism

Today I arrived at a land called Acachon. A lovely little seaside village that.......
OMG! I can't do it folks! Sometimes I click online with this idea to be this little Victorian Miss then I end up keeping it real. Some how that African-American from Brooklyn creeps out and bang! The next thing I know I feel like a doof in a Victorian dress. Of course sometimes it just comes on out and bites me on the ass. Like last week. There I was feeling like I wanted to do something on SL. Then I thought, " Gee, wouldn't be great to go horseback riding!?" So I get out my Victorian Riding gear; Victorian Riding hat, riding pants, high boots, gloves, the whole kit.

The something else popped in my head. "Oh wouldn't it be cool to horseback ride on a beach!" So of course I knew I couldn't transport to Beach Walk Cafe (BWC) and horseback ride on a what I think is a pretty modern looking beach. So what does the world 39th oldest teenager do? Search in SL Viewer for the word beach.

Of course I find this description on the Find Window in the SL search listing: French Seaside Village made after the style of the Village Arcachon in France. So yeah Ms. Doof get's on her horse and transports to Arcachon. (If it's spelled right, you can search for it yourself on the Sl website if your a member of Sl.) I was expecting something like Paris 1900 sim with replicas of a French village in the 1900's. Buzz! Wrong answer! It was more like a modern version of a French Village evolved from an old village with villas and cafes with modern music playing thru out the sim. And me dressed like a Victorian Miss in Riding habit standing out like...you guest it a doof! Ha, ha, ha. Laugh it up you chuckle misters you guys. Happens all the time in Second Life. The description never really meets the expectations of the travel here.

So of course I continue my ride thru this village having to use Mouselook in order to prevent myself from bumping into every tree and building on the place! [Snicker] Seeing said villias and listening to the pop music coming thru my speakers. (How's that for popping the bubble of fantasy for ya?) But it was so bad. After I parked Bucket The Wonder Horse by a tree and put him in inventory I made my way to these really cool beach tents. Blue and white straight out of some movie. Think 'Some Like It Hot' or 'The Girl From Impania'. Yeah of course I had to change! Into my really hot Sarong bikini. Appearing on this seaside resort looking hot and sexy thank you very much!

A great thing about Second Life is that you have the possibility of redeeming yourself in a bit of sticky situation if need be. (Excuse me the Victorian Miss seems to be wanting to make an appearance. Sorry!) Anyways, I found a decent spot for my avatar to have a bit of a tan. Another upside to being in SL, no sunburn! ;) Funny though for a modern place there were a lot of old touches. I swear if I ever went to that village in France in real life I'd feel like nothing much changed in the some odd years that village in France existed. (Yeah, a in depth researcher I'm not. O.k I'll go and search in Google and sound more knowledgeable next time promise!)

Well I got up and walked up to this pier. There hanging about was this boat. By now if your a constant reader of this blog you know my luck with some of the vehicles on some certain sims. But this time this boat worked. If gave me a complete tour of the place. Stood up to pop in this peaceful forest farm. Walked till I spied this horse. How ironic? More so as I couldn't ride this beauty. Dang! But hey was allowed to pet it! Pfft! It was black with this diamond shaped white marking on it's forehead with thick legs. Gorgeous! Avoid the beehives if you go there. I mean there was even a sign that said to click if you want to get stung by a bunch of bees. Seriously? Whose the fool doing that? Don't do that!

Although the sim seems to be created for couples or avatars with little mini-avatars (children, some adults pretending to be kids, sometimes teenagers, it's just a thing some people are into, I don't judge), it still an enchanting place and if you want to go there with a sweetie you can practically spend a week there in between bouts of real life of course! Bars, stores, and a beach. So what if I looked like a walking anachronism! I had fun and you can too! *******************************************************************************
So evening fell in real life and instead of writing immediately in my blog about this enchanting place stated above I ended up hang out with my sassy friend KitKow. (Shout out to my kitty!) Anyway she IM'd (Instant Messaged) me and ended up asking me to go to this really cool place. You do know how much I love to shop right? Of course sometimes the best shopping in Sl is free shopping! (You do know right, about how much I love shopping. You don't? Geez guys first time reading this huh? LOL Well you know now right?)

This place was massive! Docked by this sim is this simulation of a cruise ship! Of course I try for realism as much as I can when the mood strikes me. And I was hungry ya'll! Begged Kit to let me go eat and she took me to this really cool Diner. Order up a hamburger and ate a real White Castle from the microwave in real life. Talked with Kit for a while. (Can't tell you what the conversation was about that's private! Giggle!) The Kitkow took me on a sea-cruise. Well the boat really did go nowhere but it was filled with shops, a ballroom, and lucky chairs! It even had a swimming pool which I went into after Kitkow went to bed. I feltas tired as I do now. Mind if I go to bed? I promise to write Part II of what happen on my weekend in Second Life tomorrow. Good night!

Lady MAR a.k.a The Lady a.k.a MRClueuin

Victorian History Factoids: Samuel Coleridge Taylor-African-Angelo Composer

Here is a sample of Mr. Samuel Coleridge's work:
http://www.albany.edu/music/chorale/sounds/turkeyfeathers.mp3

I found out about it in one of my forays on my steam-powered Laptop. (I'll explain later, promise!) At any rate I spied a page on one of those information pages via the Internet. For more about Samuel Coleridge by all means look upon the very same pages that I espied. Below yonder:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Coleridge-Taylor

Here is hoping this information enhanced your Internet scoping! Enjoy!

Lady MAR

A Tale Of Two Ladies

http://www.albany.edu/music/chorale/sounds/turkeyfeathers.mp3
I was going to write a factual account on how my computer's hard drive went Kaput but then decided that I'd rather not relieve the tragedy. Suficited to say I will have to work double time in order to download all I lost and repeat some pictures that I took in SL. (I'm getting depressed just writing about it.) So I'd rather just give my audience what I promised, a good story about my avatar's adventures in SL. I have only one avatar but she has two different persona's. If your lucky I might explain something about that later. In the meanwhile..........

A Tale of Two Ladies

"Elosie, have you packed my backpack?" I looked around my cabinet for my revolver and gun belt. I have already chosen my outfit. My communications channel was chuck full of invites to one outing or another but I decided to ignore them. I was told by my destination guide that there was a newfangled device for riding the water. I think it's called a Speedboat. A boat that moves faster than a steamboat or tram? By dingo I'm there!

"Crickey! Elosie, can you stop hovering around and hand me my backpack! Lord you about as useful as a stocking with a hole in it!" Elosie, my maid just quietly smiles. It's all she can do as she is nothing but an automaton, what they call here in this land of Othello a bot. She is programmed to be of service but as far as I can see all she's here for is company. I should have gotten a dog but in the other lands here abouts them dogs are too darn expensive. Expensive to buy and expensive to feed and maintain. I have a tiger, name Tigger, but what he eats ain't worth mentioning. But hey if trespassers want to trespass ain't nothing I can do. I strap on my leg belt, shove in my other revolver. I'm off! Don't ask me how the transporter works. You'd have to ask my Great-Great-Great-Great-(well you get the point, way too many greats)-Grandfather H.G Well. And unless you've got an Ouija handy, your fare out of luck. So then I'm off!

I enter a hot yet dry land with a nothing for company but two or three creatures native to this land. Costa Rica is what this land is called and all that greets me is above mentioned creatures and a Ranger Station with no Rangers. Well there are the speedboats looks a bit dicey though. They are half in half out in the water and no driver. Luckily for me I have a pilot's license but as the sign says all I have to do is sit and wait I'm gonna.

Twenty minutes later I'm still awaiting. Damn it all! So much for my ride! But it is a pleasant country nontheless. Hot as hell though! Jesus on the cross it's hot! Green, dry, but for a beautiful waterfall. Yet all of a sudden I'm thirsty. As the Ranger Station has no fountain I've decided to explore a bit. No path but what I make though the brush I climb the hill passing by the one bench. Though there is shade aplenty I still wipe my neck with a handkerchief.


I've reached the top of the hill that might has well be a bloody mountian only to be warned out of the land I passed by an automatic notice. "You have entered a private area! You have 10 seconds to leave or be ejected!" To be ejected?! Ten s econds!? I best to sclapa!
Down the hill I tumble not knowing where I'm going and still to not know where I be as the mechanism that warned me tossed me even further away from where I started. Bloody hell! I look about me and can do nothing else but look about me. I find myself a half a mile away from the Rangers' Station. Just ducky! So I walk again into the dry heat of Costa Rica mumbling curses that would make the dear Auntie th at raised me blush.

I arrive to a picnic table complete with picnic basket. Well this is nice! Exhausted I rest on the connected bench and peek into the basket. Inside there lied a turkey sandwich, a bottle of wine, and a cold piece of cheery tart. Some say wine does not slackin your thirst but I'll not complain. Oh what a pretty chalice I find in the basket! I pour the wine and sip in pleasure. My pleasure broken by a monkey! And what a monkey! From the visage on his face he looks like a Capuchin Monkey. This little devil had the nerve to peek he's head in the basket. The devil take the miserable thing! It tried to take my sandwich! I threw a tomato slice at him in hopes that he leave me alone. Cheeky thing took the tomato slice looking like all the world like an innocent babe.

After he ate his slice he looked to me to give him more of my sandwich. I stuck out my tongue and preceded to continue eating. The rogue gave me a soulful look and I eased onto my knees onto the picnic table. Teasingly I chewed my sandwich making loving smacking sounds with my mouth. "Hmm, hmm, yummy." Oh how I teased him! But oh you've never heard a louder cacophony than when you hear a Capuchin monkey howl. "O.k, O.k, sweetie stop your howling! Here!" I took a cherry from inside my pie and gave him one as I had finished my sandwich and felt a wee bit guilty. Poor mite! But of course I was being more kind than cruel for this little darling is a wild creature and should be eating the natural fruits of this area. Not a piece of Turkey or Tomato much less cheery.


Wiping my hands on my shirt I leave the table only to have the little monster follow me. "Shoo, go to your tree you blinking blighter!" Yet still he follows but I dodge him as the door closes on him by the Ranger Station. His screeches rending the air as I exit through the other door. Back at the dock I am. Just where I started and no way to get across to that blessed waterfall but to fly. (Yes I can do that. Don't ask me how I gained that power for I know only that the machine that brought me here to these lands gave me the power to survive these lands.) I do so hate it but I have no full choice. Not that I'm afraid of heights nor I'm I so missish as to be afraid of falling. No it's just that I'm not so an expert at it. I tend to bash into trees and miss boulders by a Mississippi mile! Ha, ha! So I fly and again nearly miss said promontories splashing into the cool pool of water. Wet am I and par for the course as usual I climb out of said pool and sally home. Anyone want a monkey? The little fellow went around the station and swam to meet me only to follow in my wake. Damn creature! I jest but still he's driving me nuts!
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The Lady MAR

I know not why I bother. It takes her a day to do the work of one hour. As I ask her to ready my dress for the day she hovers as I take my bath. Good lord! "Eloise do get about your work for I have mine to do. The house must be ready for guest will come by next week and I will not have them see a bare house. Get you a going bot!" She blinks at me and waits. Bother! I come out of my tub as naked as the lord made me and wait in my chamber chair for my dress. Camella is called the style. I bought it from this lovely boutique called Rag Dollz. Many of my most stylish outfits come from this modiste. I'd be fit to be called no less a Lady then to wear clothes from any other. Although I have ballgowns and gowns a plenty from House of Alisha. She had the strangest location. One feels as if one is at the court of the Czar of Russia for some reason and are surrounded by dancing court bots.

It is where I found Eloise. Found I say but really I percured her for a goodly sum. Not that I would buy a human being for such a some as it would do discredit to my ancestors on my mother's side of the family. Such as she is Elosie is a bot. A mechanism made for service. The saying good help is so hard to find must have been invented in this fair land. One day I might share the story but as I am far to busy in adventures and what not I can only write in my Journal that my Uncle had hidden away in his basement a vertical most strange and I being a curious maiden took it upon myself to read my ten times Great Uncle's Journal. Putting together the pieces of a broken invention I made or shall I say remade my Great Uncle's Time machine. I was promised to a Lord A------- to marry. Leave it to say that I was not in of a mind to marry. Lord or thief for that matter I didn't care a jot for marrying anyone to be fair. Least of all a big fat idiot! Sigh but I do go on.

Elosie finally gets me dressed and to house work I go. A Miss. Rabid Cheetah sold me this here parcel and I am fit to be grateful but she has strange habits. She place exploding bots on a parcel that I promised to procure from her and has placed a mechanism that as far as I can tell produces foul spillage. I think she jests with me but I can not for the lief of me get the joke. The best I can do with the help of my strong bot and powers strange place a beautiful waterfall by the front gate. Not being able to stand the strange smells I go inside my home and go about my business.

The kitchen has yet to be set and I had to order my meals via a computerized placemat. Steak with potato and corn on the cob is my meal and I wash it down with an iced tea. Elosie gently reminds me that I must place a stove if I insist on entertaining company and though she nags me mightily I have to agree despite her. So I pull from the inventory the equipment for the Kitchen and wa la a stove appears. Oh this will not do! My guest eye will lead their eyes straight into my planned Kitchen. "And what will Madam do for staples?" Eloise asks. Oh dear she is right. Bother! I must fetch my parasol and hat to go thither to the shops. I scan and search my mechanized laptop and found a land that has some housewares. Sacre Bleu is the name of it and off I wend. I arrive to a shop which fronted a waterfall and a dock that lends to a beautiful lagoon. On by the dock was a Gondola which lended a pleasant visage to the shop front. Some beds and some candles were for sale but alas no foodstuffs or equipment for cooking. Now how is Eloise to prepare my meals if no equipment for cooking is at hand?

As pleasant as the store looked I have no need for candles. So I search and found another land which store promised Western and Victorian wares. Griss is it's name and so I planned my trip accordingly. I exit the store and was taken by my more adventurist spirit and decided to take a Gondola ride. My guest won't be arrive till a fortnight as best so I saw no reason to worry about delay. I step inside and though it is a tight fit I paddle my way down the lagoon. I meet a covered dock and transport myself on to it. What an ingauging ride! Having my fun I turn only to find myself stuck. "Oh dear!" I cry until I spy a clear way to a spot on the floor in this covered dock. "Enough of this nonsense. I must get on." I mumble to myself and transportate to my next location.

Oh what a delightful little town! Two stores were in front of me one on my left and another on my right. As it was nearing twilight in this land I could not see which store had which what I needed. Ah, one store says Furniture and the other says? Well there is only one way to find out! I go in and what meets my eyes but a common Western General Store! Oh I've heard of these places in my many readings about the old west. How charming! And look there is a bag of salt, coffee beans, flour, and such staples as needed for my charming Kitchen in my small cottage! Haza! I procure as much as I can get as my purse can afford and the prices being so cheap I could afford two lamps, a coffee pot, a couple of pies, and a cake tin. Transporting home I could honestly say it was a successful trip.


Eloise was waiting for me as I unpacked and again reminded me of my idea to redecorate. Building a wall in a curve betwixt the stairway and the blinds I created quite a decorative wall with such pretty wallpaper. I hope a receive some compliments to my design savvy or else I'll be humiliated but it does the job. It hides the stove and stores plus lends a pleasant decoration to my cottage. By Jove I'm hungry! Eloise has prepared a lovely bowl of Ice Cream with fruit; (I think it's called a banana split!) and delighted my palate as well as refreshed me. Eloise has taken the Chaise and placed it by the Fountain. I meditate on my day as the water splashes and gurgles watching the sunset as the fountain blocks my view of my neighbors hideous toys. Sigh!
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Well that's it folks. A tale told by one soul but of two minds. I hope you liked it. If you don't well all I can say that in Second Life you make your own adventures as you see fit and I'll do mine. (Though I have to admit that the adventures of Lady MAR was enough to put me to sleep. It was a day to engauge my need to rest. Going from club to club and climbing hills and waterfall pools takes a lot out of a gal. Ta!

The Author

P.S That darn monkey is back at Costa Rica so no worries! ;)

Introducing: The Lady! My New Life in Second Life

Well I'm so stoked to tell you all about my second life! Where do I start? How about I tell you how I got into this crazy deal. Those of you that follow me as MRClueuin know I just love, love, Facebook!
Well blame them for this blog because I saw an advertisement for Second Life and I just had to find out what it's all about. So I went to the website saw the cool introduction videos and whammo the Lady was born. (That name was taken. Some nerve!) So the Lady MAR was born.
Read all the rules and regs, learned how to navigate the sims (simulations) learned how to build, as far as navigating goes; still working on it. (Shurr up!)
Was having fun, meeting people, traveling different sims, wearing cool clothes, when I realized what makes this game different from all other games. (Kinda gave you all a clue when I mentioned meeting new people now didn't I?) People run these avatars, people with personalities, people with all the things human beings come with. The good and I'm afraid the bad. It's sometimes subjective but when your objective about it you can realize that 'duh' that's the point. The people that you meet in real life are just like the people in 'Second Life'. To that end I just thought I'd share my experiences with those who might want to sign up for this lifestyle. ('Cause that's what it ends up becoming. You've been warned!) And also share some of my fantasy life because once you realize that's what your living you can try not to take to much of the drama seriously. Cause there is drama!
Let's start with my handle; Lady MAR. The Lady is a young woman, because that is what my avatar looks like, who is cast a drift in a world of amazing possibilities. (I am still looking for a back story so this is going to need a little help. Prehaps you can help? ;) ) She travels from land to land, and back and forth throughout time. So there are a lot of costume changes for The Lady to change into. One minute she is a Victorian Lady who loves gardening, Flower arrageing, and lively discussions in her salon. The next she's a Steam-punk traveler who goes on adventures and explores new simulations (or lands if you will), picking up interesting artifacts and trinkets. Sometimes she's just a modern gal out for a good time. Going to clubs, hanging with friends, and this gamers favorite thing, shopping! Yep Second Life has shops galore! (I will tell you the best thing about this in a full length article but hey I will tell you some of it in a couple of paragraphs now. It is soooo cool!)
The game starts you out with about 300 L's. That's the money you use to buy things at the shops. Of course you have to earn more L's in order to buy more stuff. Like land, houses, furniture, clothes of course, and so much more. You can play games if your good at them, join contests at events at clubs, or you can get a job. That's right, you read right, a job! Hostess, Customer Service Rep, Waiter, Waitress, and a whole bunch of jobs I haven't even heard of yet. (Anyone out there who play this game, I'm looking cause I just lost a job in SL. Sad really you'll find out at the end of this post why. Remember real people play this game and people are subjecting to all the things that happen in life. I'm sad to say. But onward to the fun parts.) If you are smart and save up enough L's you can build stuff and sell it to other SL players. (SL= Second Life) Cool yes! Which is why I'm lovin this game despite all the drama that can happen here. (More about that later. Much later.)
So I'm learning how to build but since my interest is in writing I'm also thinking of doing live poetry reading, writing short stories and publishing them in Notes, and networking with other writers. This place is so much more than your average simulation game! That's why I said it's a lifestyle. You can supplement your real life, with Second Life. Just make sure you know that it's just that. It's no substitute for the real thing.
So I'm having fun, working hard, and partying even harder. Throw in the egos, the fights, the arguments, and all the other dramas, and you have a life. A Second Life.

Stay tuned for more on my thoughts, adventures, and fantasies here in Second Life.

This article is dedicated to 'Damon' who has passed on and left all parts of life. These women will miss you 'Damon'. You were one funny, handsome, guy, 'Damon'. So wish I got to know more about you. Never enough time in this life. Peace!