...and another thing.
There is a lot to do in SL (tm)((wtfever)). Plenty to see. It's like this to me. Maybe in RL you don't get to leave your country, hell, or even your state be it affordability, you're not allowed. Who knows. But you log onto a game that takes you all over so many places that have beautiful art put into them, shopping at low prices (in compared to RL money come now, getting shiz here is cheap), working jobs maybe you have always wanted. I know I am a self taught graphics designer (by no means pro) and I love to tinker with this stuff. So what do I do? To make in world money I put my sexy little avatar up on a pole, dance, then go DJ, on my offline times I pull up GIMP and put my graphics skills to work making skins, clothing, eyes, tattoos, for my little company I started.
Tell me that is not a lot to be able to do?
What do some people come on here to do though?
I was shopping at a store with a friend to get a peen for him. Mind you sexual bits in SL (tm wtfever) are not cheap, unless you get a one prim tapered cylinder colored pinkish. Yeah can we say red rocket? Ew. A newbie walks in, mind you, I have nothing against newbs as long as they have no disrespect, and sense. This one lacked sense. Anyway, he walks in and proceeds to but a peen that is about 600L. He is 3 days old, no payment infor on file, the typical brownish skin like it is painted on, freebie haior, no adjusted shape and freebie heart boxers. Thats it! Now buying with his hard earned camping money, a peen that squirts, pees, rises and whatever you know what they do. But hell I just had to inform him with another lady that he should have gone and gotten himself fixed up with that money before buying an expensive peen that will not match his newb skin. Because like in RL, if you dun look good, you wont be getting any. Unless you are two newbs on orientation island there for the same thing. Sex.
Apparently you lack a RL sex life. Newsflash then. Shut off the computer and go find a date. But please...please. Wash your skin, do your hair and dont go out with your peen hanging out of your heart boxers. We will be back at square one.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
RL(Real life) vs. SL(Second Life)...FIGHT!
I once knew an egomaniac, who couldn't separate RL from SL, in fact, still can't. You know no one looks like their pixels, in fact, for the most part, it is a wanted representation of them self, just put into another being to experience the unexperianceable in their RL and to have fun.
But then we have assholes, whose fun is to try and make other peoples lives miserable and in the meantime gain worship from it, like some kind of dark god shrouded in mystery pixels.
Get off it.
I was having some issues with this before I went to a SIM called DarkSide, and thought I had reprieve from such. A friend of mine named Asher would not bow before this "dark dog" and recognize him as Master of the RP SIM by licking his boots, and boom, banned. His friends stood up for him by dancing around in the dark dogs sleeping chambers while he slept and left, but, were also of course banned.
I was new there so I really didn't see it for what it was until I experienced it. This dark dog claims he hates brown nosers, but if you do not schmooze up to the almighty then you as well, will be banned.
This dark dog even has meetings that last an hour or more, saying how everyone wants to fuck him "hair flip", because he is sooo powerful. Also, he does not separate RL from SL he is in pixels who he is in RL. Funny, I doubt it...Highly.
I didn't fuck him, never will. My beloved wouldn't fuck him with his nose, blatantly stated such, and boom, banned. Then, I get revoked my offering of becoming a Master Vamp in the RP there and told I am not trusted as, guilty by association.
I stayed, just to try and wrap up a grand opening of a club I was busting my ass for, but then this dark dog threatens to sue my beloved over a group my beloved created and paid the 100L (Linden money) for. Stating my beloved was slandering him, and in breach of copyright.
Guess what tall dark and pixelated. You couldn't do shit then besides ban with the almighty tap of you mouse, it wasn't going to change, and that peeved you didn't it? You couldn't ban him from a group you created, instead go to his woman and threaten RL effects on someone. Sad sad little man.
Apologetically I had to bow out of this SIM at that, and not finish what I started, I think that is what makes me seethe the most. I hate not finishing what I had started, especially something I dedicated hours to. All because we have a geek on a power trip.
Just so you know kiddies. Groups are not copy written, but, blatantly using someone else's work for your own gain and your own profit...IS.
Now, he is selling the SIM, one week later after this mass exodus of more then me and my beloved left. After 4 long years of managing the SIMs now, all of a sudden, they magically want out. There is more then just wanting a vacation. Please, we're not daft, remember, we wouldn't kiss your ass. We weren't stupid enough, so we got banned or left. Heaven forbid we rival the geek dark dogs wisdom, or beat him for that matter by a long shot.
So, back to the sale of the SIM. To help raise funds he is going to sell nude pics of he and his lover, starting at a reserve price! Fan your egos folks! Your pixels have competition now on the market.
I laugh at the fool who will spend RL money or their hard earned Lindens on something so tactless that screams "Look at me. my nude pics will sell and help save the SIM with the buyer in line!"
Do the world a favor, find some intelligence and sell it to the drones who would even fathom buying that crap. (Note: I said find it, because apparently you don't have it.)
I do hope one thing for this dark dog. When he is out from under his bad rep SIM, he goes and gets a real life, steps outside for a breath of fresh air, and tell the Queen how much of a god you are. I'm sure she will buy it, and send you straight to get medication.
Cheers! -as you lift your glass of water to down your Prozac- That'll help you with colorful dreams and doghood.
But then we have assholes, whose fun is to try and make other peoples lives miserable and in the meantime gain worship from it, like some kind of dark god shrouded in mystery pixels.
Get off it.
I was having some issues with this before I went to a SIM called DarkSide, and thought I had reprieve from such. A friend of mine named Asher would not bow before this "dark dog" and recognize him as Master of the RP SIM by licking his boots, and boom, banned. His friends stood up for him by dancing around in the dark dogs sleeping chambers while he slept and left, but, were also of course banned.
I was new there so I really didn't see it for what it was until I experienced it. This dark dog claims he hates brown nosers, but if you do not schmooze up to the almighty then you as well, will be banned.
This dark dog even has meetings that last an hour or more, saying how everyone wants to fuck him "hair flip", because he is sooo powerful. Also, he does not separate RL from SL he is in pixels who he is in RL. Funny, I doubt it...Highly.
I didn't fuck him, never will. My beloved wouldn't fuck him with his nose, blatantly stated such, and boom, banned. Then, I get revoked my offering of becoming a Master Vamp in the RP there and told I am not trusted as, guilty by association.
I stayed, just to try and wrap up a grand opening of a club I was busting my ass for, but then this dark dog threatens to sue my beloved over a group my beloved created and paid the 100L (Linden money) for. Stating my beloved was slandering him, and in breach of copyright.
Guess what tall dark and pixelated. You couldn't do shit then besides ban with the almighty tap of you mouse, it wasn't going to change, and that peeved you didn't it? You couldn't ban him from a group you created, instead go to his woman and threaten RL effects on someone. Sad sad little man.
Apologetically I had to bow out of this SIM at that, and not finish what I started, I think that is what makes me seethe the most. I hate not finishing what I had started, especially something I dedicated hours to. All because we have a geek on a power trip.
Just so you know kiddies. Groups are not copy written, but, blatantly using someone else's work for your own gain and your own profit...IS.
Now, he is selling the SIM, one week later after this mass exodus of more then me and my beloved left. After 4 long years of managing the SIMs now, all of a sudden, they magically want out. There is more then just wanting a vacation. Please, we're not daft, remember, we wouldn't kiss your ass. We weren't stupid enough, so we got banned or left. Heaven forbid we rival the geek dark dogs wisdom, or beat him for that matter by a long shot.
So, back to the sale of the SIM. To help raise funds he is going to sell nude pics of he and his lover, starting at a reserve price! Fan your egos folks! Your pixels have competition now on the market.
I laugh at the fool who will spend RL money or their hard earned Lindens on something so tactless that screams "Look at me. my nude pics will sell and help save the SIM with the buyer in line!"
Do the world a favor, find some intelligence and sell it to the drones who would even fathom buying that crap. (Note: I said find it, because apparently you don't have it.)
I do hope one thing for this dark dog. When he is out from under his bad rep SIM, he goes and gets a real life, steps outside for a breath of fresh air, and tell the Queen how much of a god you are. I'm sure she will buy it, and send you straight to get medication.
Cheers! -as you lift your glass of water to down your Prozac- That'll help you with colorful dreams and doghood.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
jer8yhngfokfihatepeople
Okay, so...I am a recluse. I leave my house for my kids, my loved ones, and survival. Yes, survival. That is what it is like out there. Dodging idiots who don't know how to drive because they have a mechanism attached to their ear. If you can't multi task, don't talk and drive. You people are fucking worse then the drunks. Then there are people who stare at you, wide eyed, wondering where you came from. (I hail from Zargnaght. *clickclick*) But I do have enough metal in my face to tune in a Tokyo cartoon network. Besides that though, these people seem to think sweat pants, flip flops and a Tweety shirt is the norm. Psh. You look like a slob! Helllooo! At least all my black matches and is stain free, my boots nicely laced for the fucking cold.
Let me explain my town. You drive from uptown to whatever you want to call a slummy side of things. Uptowners wear button ups with their sweats and those retarded cog looking plastic shoes with holes. Whatthefuckever pointless top bearing version of a flip flop.
Middle town. Somewhat decent sweats (if there is a such thing) with a random college shirt or a shirt that makes you a bands, foods, beers billboard. With cute little gemmed flip flops or the brown leather ones for the guys. Whatevergay.
Slum town. Nasty sweats that have not been laundered, a Tweety, Taz...Fuck it...looney tunes t-shirt and the one dollar flip flops they must spend 100 dollars on come the end of a year because they are cheap, and break.
BUT, each one of these dip shits, form any side of town, manage to have a nice cell phone to talk on and drive with and annoy the piss out of me with.
Fuck it, I hate most people. Hence why I stay home, close my door and close them out and play Second Life. That leads into my following blogs.
Oh the depictions of some of the slobs i meet here can go so far. But that's why you should read on.
(Note: I have also met alot of great people here, but none from my town. Go figure.)
Let me explain my town. You drive from uptown to whatever you want to call a slummy side of things. Uptowners wear button ups with their sweats and those retarded cog looking plastic shoes with holes. Whatthefuckever pointless top bearing version of a flip flop.
Middle town. Somewhat decent sweats (if there is a such thing) with a random college shirt or a shirt that makes you a bands, foods, beers billboard. With cute little gemmed flip flops or the brown leather ones for the guys. Whatevergay.
Slum town. Nasty sweats that have not been laundered, a Tweety, Taz...Fuck it...looney tunes t-shirt and the one dollar flip flops they must spend 100 dollars on come the end of a year because they are cheap, and break.
BUT, each one of these dip shits, form any side of town, manage to have a nice cell phone to talk on and drive with and annoy the piss out of me with.
Fuck it, I hate most people. Hence why I stay home, close my door and close them out and play Second Life. That leads into my following blogs.
Oh the depictions of some of the slobs i meet here can go so far. But that's why you should read on.
(Note: I have also met alot of great people here, but none from my town. Go figure.)
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