Real Me

I'm just gonna start of this article shall I? Because don't need any italics today! No sir! No Madam! I'm just gonna sit right here in my office roller chair and write you a straight forward article. No bossy characters, no fantastical creatures, and especially no bots! (Love you Elosie but no you stay home!) No today I write about one of my day to day adventures of MRClueuin, a.k.a The Lady, a.k.a Lady Mar. Or you could just call me Shelly. It's short for something but I'm not gonna tell you guys!

Now listen up! Avatar Lady Mar is a hoot and all but sometimes I just like being me from time to time. Hung out with my good friend KitKow at Second Life's Eighth B-day sim. I was at Meiling's Exhibition and found a Gift Certificate for 50L's. Told everybody in my Freebie Fashionistas Group all about it when Kit IM'd me to come over to this fashion exhibit. I have no idea to this day what the name is because I didn't write it in my notes. (Dang!)

I was in the middle of exploring this exhibit on I think the 16th Century. Again forgot the damn name but I figured it had to have to do with the House Of Alisha because I recognize the bots from that store sim. Got this cool 16th Century gun, a cool Marie Antoinette Wig, and an Austrian Prussian Uniform. (Hey you never know there might be a revolution brewing someday in SL so I'll have the Uniform ready!) So Kit IM'd saying that there was a party at this sim but there wasn't. Not unless the bot and paper maniquins count as party members? Ya. No! But little Kit is a party in and of herself so it's was cool. Free gifties abounded all over the sim and this exhibit was no exception. A free Iron that I had said no to because when I'm on my home sim I'm not thinking; "Gee, I'm a 18th century Lady of Leisure and Adventure, what I really need to do is Iron all my outfits all the day long." So that's a no!

After watching Kit lose her mind and Iron, Kit decided to show me this really Kooky nose job on her avatar. Funny things was the nose took up her whole head! LOL! I asked her where did she get that crazy, kooky, thang and she showed me. (Worse sentence structure ever!) So Kit told me better yet she showed me where the sim exhibit was. After a few passes over a few exhibits, a jump off a roof, (that was an accident, you should have seen Kit fall off it was sooo funny), we finally shown up and this amazing exhibit! Look you walk up to this place and it looks like a bunch of giant books with this big ole bookworm with glasses on top. In front is this story about a boy who just wants to spend some quality time with his dad who is always busy. So the boy goes outside and an elf walks up to him to ask him why he's so sad? The boy tells him his sad story and the elf hands him this book. Tells the kid to ask he's father to read it to him. So the boy bugs, and pleads with him and the father relents. Poof! The Giant book opens up and an avatar can walk though. (It's beginning to sound like one of my tales doesn't?)

Well we walk though and this really cool and imaginative meets our eyes filled with all the things that delight a child or your inner child. Green grass, cardboard boxes that are really airplanes or a speed racer. So Kit tells me to go into this well and I go in to grab the gifties inside.
I hang about while Kit had to go back to Rl to ya know use the facilities? ;) So I'm looking around and decide to climb the rainbow then I see this sign by this fanciable idea of a castle right out of a fairytale. The sign said: " Whatever you do , do not touch this!" "Touch what?" I thought. "Oh the castle!" So I thought; "O.k I won't touch it." So I sat down in the cardboard boxes, climbed the rainbow a few times and got totally board waiting for Kit to come back. So yeah you guessed it! I touched it! The castle totally fell down. Hee, hee!

Kit finally came back and ask me what I got. I didn't get the nose I told her. So see told me to go down and again and I did with the nose. We both put it on and had a grand ole time talking funny and trading quips back and forth. I changed my nose to a more fitting color, brown, 'cause I'm brown myself in RL and Sl, so there! ;p (From time to time I'm still in touch with my inner child, o.k?) LOL So all in all for the last week I had a great time. At all my 'adventures' and with my silly, crazy, cool, friend KitKow. Don't bother if your a member of Second Life to go to the sim now 'cause it's over. (Awwww, I know right?) But never fear! There are always something going on in Second Life. Right now there is a Hair Fair going on in SL and a Machima Film Festival.

Gotta bounce, got to go use the facilities! Peace out!

MRClueuin

Author, Poet, And General Bon Vi Vont.
(Not to mention a woman with an inner child whose about 12 years old)
Byee!

A View Away From A Kill !

Just one more story and then an article on a day spent with a friend celebrating Second Life's Eighth B-day. So sit back, relax, and enjoy an adventure with Lady Mar in..............

A View Away From A Kill !

I was starting my day like any other day. I awoke, stretched, reincorporated, and then called for my maid bot Eloise. Eloise sets my bath as I undress and look through my wardrobe. I then re-leave myself upon; well modesty prevents me from saying but sufficed to say I am quite proud of my indoor plumbing. Washing my hands and drying them upon a towel I then stepped into my tub. After taking my bath and putting on my clothes I accompanied by my maid went downstairs to breakfast. As you can see a purely ordinary day. (Mind you if you haven't been reading any of my adventures; well me dears you certain haven't been paying any attention have you?)

Well the post came and it was pretty usual as far as I could see. An invitation to a club, some advertisements to some stores, as well as posts from friends and acquaintances. Then came to my attention an invitation from an unknown source. "Hmm, Travel Hud? I wondered between bites of egg and sausage. "To Moonlight? What an extraordinary name for a land!" It brought up thoughts of dancing, mystery, and I am almost afraid to admit a bit of high romance. "Hmm, Moonlight? I seem to be dressed for it unintentionally, eh Elosie?" I was wearing a long black silk skirt with a lovely light cotton blouse. I had just enough plunk to carry my gold and black Japanese Parasol. Wiping my mouth with my napkin I pushed out of my chair turned to Elosie and said; "Well my dear I'm off to Moonlight!"

I arrived at Moonlight quite ironically at nightfall so my parasol was quite unneeded till midday would appear. As theses lands that I have seen in my travels have an peculiar habit of rushing the day. As night falls to day and day into night the days and nights of these lands run swift. So as I was perusing the shop stalls of there wares and walking toward a stream dawn came and I could finally see more clearly then the lamps of that land had allowed at nightfall. I saw a beautiful fountain with cushions scattered about and soothing music. I laid down and decided enjoy the setting with a meditation. The sound of the water tinkling in the fountain and the scent of the sea breezes soothed me as a went into my yoga positions. I felt so relaxed. It felt as if I had eight hours of complete rest. So I arose and went exploring this peaceful area.
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Nothing is more prosaic to me than an ordinary beach scene. Do not misunderstand me! Rough surf, salty air, blue vistas, are not an anathema to me. It stirs me more than words can tell. However the paraphernalia strewn about haphazardly for the supposed amusement for visitors leave me cold. Yes they have there uses. A lounge chair, a beach umbrella, a American volleyball, [shudder], yes I am sure they have there uses. However as I have already mention in such a sloppy, non-neat way that makes on feel pressed. "Come on you must have fun, look at all the wonderful gear, whoooo!" All these things! Forgive me dear reader for giving these inanimate objects an air of prosopopeia. However everything else that met my eyes was otherwise picturesque. The straw and mud tropical huts were enchanting. Also the palm trees did what was expected of them. (Which is more than I can say about the trees in some other lands I have visit. Once a tree had the rudeness in which to sing. Rather!) I can honestly say that the hills above the beach intrigued me more. I went to go climb them instead of using the amenities that cried out to be used.

As I got higher the vista became more and more picturesque. Rolling hills, dipping valleys, and oh what met my eyes! A maze! I clap my hands for joy as I do so love mazes they are so interesting and intrigue me more than a mere fun beach can. I wondered if I could go thru them and meet one of the huts at one of the exits. No other way to find out but to explore and by now the reader does know how I like to explore! Yes?! I walk thru and peeked about me thru many and exit. Some exiting onto a hill with a thrilling view of the sea and some near to the hut which was my goal. As I walked thru the maze even further I saw benches and more tropical flowers.

Things had come to a pretty pass when I reached what I thought was the center of the maze as night fell. I had come around a corner and what met my eyes was a sight not seen but in literature of Greek Myths and Legends. A Minotaur! This monster was doing what no Minotaur of no story had ever done to my knowledge. He was leaning against a tree sighing and holding in his hooves a rose. "My dear Lady Mar, finally you have come!" He sighed and with a beckoning wave bade me to enter. Imagine my shock and awe at one, this sight of this rather large creature, and two, at this creature knowing my name! "How do you do, Mister, umm.....?" I said to the creature assuming that he was a he as he was a bull at least at the top of him. Quite losing my senses at this point because as I write this I can imagine how stupid I sound. But you should have seen him. I shall at this point describe him more clearly.

At least nine feet in height, white horns a top of his head on each side, brown till he was black, with a black snout. Gleaming black was this, umm, gentle-beast's hooves, and as I first described holding a red rose. It is not a sight one sees everyday so forgive me if I was stunned at first seeing him. "You know me?" I questioned wondering how he could have. I myself only arrived to these strange lands four months hence. Not long enough to form any kind of reputation. "I see you are surprised, dear lady. But in these lands one does hear of most of the interesting things and you my darling are the most interesting bit of news to these parts since the elves disappearance to parts unknown." He snorted and by gum he smiled! His teeth as straight as any humans. "Well it is quite nice that I am compared to these elves in which you speak. However stunning it is to hear that there are such creatures about in these lands." I replied. "No not very stunning at all when you think about it. What of those Meeros that you have seen in the forest now and again?" He replied. I had to admit that those bunnies are quite strange but of course they now seem so prosaic in comparison to the sight that I beheld now. "Quite." I could only say.

'Now rest yourself my dear. After your long climb up the hill and sojourn thru the maze I am sure you are quite tired." Now if anyone really knew me they would be surely not guess at myself being tired. Not barely as I had not quite finish my exploring. Nothing short of climbing a mountain would really tire me until I have fully explore the environs of a land. "Well now really sir!" "Oh forgive me I have barely introduced myself. My name is Maxwell. Do now come further in." Maxwell said as he as God is my witness smiled then sniffed his rose. I slowly moved further in to spy two benches. I choose the one further to the left of Maxwell. Whether it was not to disturb him or whether it was repugnance I could never tell. It wasn't as if Maxwell smelled foul. Maxwell smelled as any bull you would have smelled on any farm or American Ranch. However the musky animal smell, Maxwell was a clean creature, with aforementioned straight teeth. Now that I think on it I must have had a sense of foreboding that those aforementioned teeth might take a chomp out of me. As I barely knew him I thought that prudence was needed.

I had every intention of sitting on the bench but somehow ended up lying down upon it with two views. One, a side view of the fountain, the other, well a full view of umm, well Maxwell's bullhood for lack of a better word as Maxwell was a unclothed Minotaur! My word! "Well then I am ever so glad you received my invitation." "You sent that? Forgive me for asking but how? You see sir you have not hands to handle a writing instrument of any kind!" Maxwell laugh such a hearty laugh that one would think that I had said the most awesome rib tickler in the world! "No young noob! My invitation was sent via my servants who sent it though the Travel Hud to you. My servants provide for me all the most convenient comforts and in turn I provide them the use of this island. I most excellence agreement don't you think." Maxwell said as he took another sniff of his rose. I would have said something about his 'servants' taste in beach gear however as he just insulted me I just turned my back and sniffed. "Quite."

Seeing how he just put me out of mood for conversation, Maxwell snorted then all of a sudden quite decided to sing. I will put forth what he said and then you dear reader decided for yourselves how I should have reacted. As the melodies came forth with string instruments and drums from where hence I do not know I am sure I won't do the melody quite enough justice. Just take my word that at first the music was quite nice until one heard the lyrics!

"Tender, young, without a care whether blond, brunette, or red-haired they are fair. Young noobs with bountiful breasts all come to my beautiful nest. Thru a maze they come one by one, here they come, here they come. Come, come, come! Beauties faint at my feet, bare there bodies to my sight. Tall, short, buxom, slim, noobs all come to my nest. Thru a maze they come one by one. Here they come, here the come! Come, come, come!"

"My word!" I turned and then sat up shocked. "Mr. Maxwell, sir! Do you mean to tell me that which those words of that song is suppose to lull me into stupidity is to mean what I think it means? No, you do not lack for company sir I'm sure. However I did not know from whom the invitation was from nor when I accepted it did I think that it came from a person who had ever intention of insulting me or I would not have accepted to be sure!" My firm grimace nor my strident voice did not alarm the creature. His response was to snort and sniff at that soon no doubt wilting rose. Then he said, "Is it not in the style in which you have been accustomed to my dear? When you wear those fetching costumes to those clubs?" I crossed my arms and stared at him sullenly. Then proceeded to practically talk though my clenched teeth. "Be that as it may, the way you have presented it you make it seem as if that is all young maidens as myself come to these lands to do. Come, come, come indeed!" "Calm yourself my dear. May I recommend another activity that you love? Over yonder is another fountain with a seat where you might calm yourself and do those lovely yoga positions you adore." "Perhaps." I took a deep breath and did a military like turn toward the direction where he had pointed. Muttering to myself as I went.

"Noob! Noob he calls me! Thinks he knows me. Perhaps he has one of those magic mirrors like what they mention in fairy stories? Thinks he knows me! Hmpft! I try to adapt to these strange lands, dress in appropriate costume so to blend in and he thinks me some kind of stupid strumpet! Perhaps he needs to 'calm' himself before I summon my bloody gun!" Things of that nature was being muttered to myself as I wend my way to the part of the maze in which the other fountain laid. "Quite pretty." I said still stung by insults and sexist songs wafting around in my mind. I quite decided to seat myself and begin my yoga exercises. The birdsong a more soothing music to my ears than his coarse so-called love songs. So there are worse lyrics that I have heard but none courser than his. Club music of this land and time being what it is one learns after time to ignore most of those lyrics for the driving beat behind them. I of African descent find those rhythms quite driving and find myself forgetting most things especially things like lyrics and the clothes I'm wearing. It's just as I have always always thought, men may show their glistening chests and bare legs but us ladies just get accosted for wearing the briefest of clothing. Bloody double standard! But ahhh, the birdsong and sounds of a tinkling fountain did calm me down a bit. After I have finished my exercising I will bid Mr. Maxwell a good day, thank him quite politely.

Well I arose alright! Right into a hidden underground water pool! "Alright then." I thought. "I will just fly up out of here and bid Mr. Maxwell good day then." But it wasn't to be. I flew up and met a stone ceiling. "O.k then I'll ask for help. Mostly from Mr. Maxwell. "Oh, Mr. Maxwell!" I shouted. " I have need of your assistance! I appear to be trapped! Mr. Maxwell?!" All I got in reply from the beast was more hearty laughter. "Well my dear Lady Noob, that is one way that you might remain a more subdued guest!" He finally replied after he finished laughing. Well if he thought I was one of those lily-liveried, spineless, twits, that he has recently come in contact with. I supposed that he expected me to continue to scream for his aid. But obviously he really does not know with whom he is dealing with! I flew about looking for some hole to fly thru. Oh, Mr. Maxwell does not know me at all! If he knew me he would know of my adventures of which I haven't published. Like the first time I fell into a cavern into an underwater cistern in a Greek type land. Oh, ho! I would like to go on but I have a feeling dear reader that you would love to see how this adventure turns out!

I found the hole and flew up and out! I am beginning to think that is how he must have gotten other foolish women to come up here to this benighted holiday land! As it was I was glad to be out and said as much as I left. "Good day to you Monsieur Maxwell Minotaur! I wish I could say I had a lovely time with you but I had rather wished I had stayed at the beach!" Thus ends one adventure I suppose I could have done without but then what would I have to entertain you with?
Whew! This story took longer than I thought it would! Just another example on how characters can take a story over! Wish I could say sorry about that but I'm not! LOL Tune in tomorrow for a more straightforward article on my experiences at the Second Life eighth B-day simulation. That is if I can get the feeling back into my fingers. (Owww!)