It will get better, right? It has too...
Stumbled upon a dance in Steelhead this evening. Sheriff Ortega was spinning some great stuff! I'll have to be sure to catch the next one :)
Friday, August 20, 2010
Not the best day...
It will get better, right? It has too...
Stumbled upon a dance in Steelhead this evening. Sheriff Ortega was spinning some great stuff! I'll have to be sure to catch the next one :)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
An Introduction
I debated for quite some time whether or not I wanted to blog about my experiences in SL- I've been wandering the grid since February of 2008 with an attraction to things of an anachronistic nature but a fickle temperament. I have gone from a completely addicted newbie to a jaded resident who barely dredge up the enthusiasm to shop. (Gawd forbid!! Can you imagine??) It's been quite an experience so far, and I think I am once again excited enough about my SL to give a blog a try.
I'm sure my journey through the "historical" grid is similar to many - I found Caledon within days of rezzing, but as the wide-eyed young lady I was in those days I was quickly overwhelmed by it's size. A residency in Winterfell Laudanum followed, and a brief stay in New Babbage. I was fascinated by all of that brass and all of those gears and rivets and moving parts!! Some of the builders I discovered there made such complex and delightful little treasures (Canolli Capalini immediately springs to mind, but there were so many...) I wanted to build! I wanted to script! I was so excited about the possibilities. I thought I would stay indefinitely...
Alas, was not to be. I've got the attention span of a fruit-fly with ADD... (WHY do I think I can blog? lol!) I was sidetracked by a friend that told me about the Versailles sim, and I took to all of that rococo loveliness like a hungry toddler takes to a sugary bonbon. The clothes were fabulous, the furniture was a guilty primmy pleasure... My houses got bigger and bigger as my excesses grew; till I eventually ended up with a homestead sim that I quickly determined wasn't nearly big enough! I needed more!! More clothes!! Taller wigs!! Bigger feathers!! It mattered little, too, how excessive I got- there was always some other wench who would immediately seek to be just a bit more OTT than me... (Yep, I'm talkin' to YOU, Barenhaut!) The drama of the rococo community was befitting the age it was emulating- I can only be thankful that it was impossible for a virtual guillotine to relieve us of the burden of our heads... It became such an all-consuming and demanding sort of Second Life existence, and I reached a point where SL was no longer either interesting or fun anymore... I left all of my groups and started looking for an interesting, quirky sort of place to be where I could be happy and participate as often as I wanted to with no pressure to "roleplay" consistently in order to maintain my "position". (ugh!!) I revisted Steelhead and when I saw St. Helens and it's beautiful, remote-looking northwest environment I immediately bought a parcel. I've been sort of quietly exploring now for a couple of months, and I think I am *nearly* ready to take the plunge into Victorian society, being careful to be as unobtrusive as possible. While I can be social at times, I go through long periods of just sort of... lurking. That being said, however, I'm quite looking forward to things and think this could be the start of a very pleasant little Second Life...
And, yeah, be prepared for a bit o' bitchin', too- I haven't changed THAT much... ;-)
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Alas, was not to be. I've got the attention span of a fruit-fly with ADD... (WHY do I think I can blog? lol!) I was sidetracked by a friend that told me about the Versailles sim, and I took to all of that rococo loveliness like a hungry toddler takes to a sugary bonbon. The clothes were fabulous, the furniture was a guilty primmy pleasure... My houses got bigger and bigger as my excesses grew; till I eventually ended up with a homestead sim that I quickly determined wasn't nearly big enough! I needed more!! More clothes!! Taller wigs!! Bigger feathers!! It mattered little, too, how excessive I got- there was always some other wench who would immediately seek to be just a bit more OTT than me... (Yep, I'm talkin' to YOU, Barenhaut!) The drama of the rococo community was befitting the age it was emulating- I can only be thankful that it was impossible for a virtual guillotine to relieve us of the burden of our heads... It became such an all-consuming and demanding sort of Second Life existence, and I reached a point where SL was no longer either interesting or fun anymore... I left all of my groups and started looking for an interesting, quirky sort of place to be where I could be happy and participate as often as I wanted to with no pressure to "roleplay" consistently in order to maintain my "position". (ugh!!) I revisted Steelhead and when I saw St. Helens and it's beautiful, remote-looking northwest environment I immediately bought a parcel. I've been sort of quietly exploring now for a couple of months, and I think I am *nearly* ready to take the plunge into Victorian society, being careful to be as unobtrusive as possible. While I can be social at times, I go through long periods of just sort of... lurking. That being said, however, I'm quite looking forward to things and think this could be the start of a very pleasant little Second Life...
And, yeah, be prepared for a bit o' bitchin', too- I haven't changed THAT much... ;-)
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