Published September 11, 2012
I REALLY wanted to name this post “It’s NOT a Fetish”. But I learned better than to use words like that back in my first month of blogging. Foolishly I entitled a post “S-d-c-ng My S-st-r”. See? I LEARNED. Then I thought I’d call this “I Beg to Differ”. I decided that was too risky as well. I’m sure I will be stunned to learn what lands on my blog with even this seemingly innocuous title. ANYWAY – YOU’RE WRONG, Honour, it’s NOT a FETISH!!!!! Sheesh, you slip away for a few days escape with an SL friend (hugs, hugs, HUGS Oura!!!!) and the moment they think you aren’t paying attention, people start with their false accusations.
I like ducks. In SL, anyway. Blame it on my sister. (Yes, the same sister. Oh – that? All I meant was I got her to waste an entire weekend playing in SL. *grin* ) Anyway, it’s MY SISTER’S influence. Or Dale’s. Yeah, his fault. And it’s NOT a fetish. An indulgence perhaps.
I went and spent a few days in reality. I don’t know why Honour thinks I’m obsessed with ducks. I saw lots of things on vacation. I took lots of pictures. Take a look – lots of things to see. It’s just a coincidence that they all look like ducks. 🙂
Wow. *laughing* I just went back to 2008 and read The Duck Posts. We had fun didn’t we? The comments on those posts were hilarious. You all are so darn clever and funny. Those were good times for sure. 🙂
Sometimes that’s hard for me to believe. Four years and I’m still here. So much has changed, yet so much is the same. I have nothing pithy to say, nothing interesting. Dale assures me that the tradition for a rez day is to jump naked. Dale offered to assist me in this (I suspect in the naked part, not so much in the jumping part). *grin* Unlike Chestnut, who is reveling in a new, super-duper computer which is rezzing SL on ultra, I am on the road, with only my work laptop, not my gaming computer. This machine is laggy to the nth degree in SL. Getting naked with lag? Could be a bad idea. But I figured why not? So I got up early, rezzed in, undressed, and jumped. Alone. 🙂 Here you have it – Ahuva’s naked rez day leap. The photo titles speak for themselves. Well, maybe not completely. No question but the ducks were a bit taken aback. *grin*
Published May 4, 2012
Relaxing with Friends
It’s been a very long week. Many celebrations, fun things, challenges, travel, and things awaiting resolution. I usually cram my Friday evening full of music. But tonight I needed more gentle sounds. So Bamboo and I headed down to spend some time with the ducks, listening to the waves lap on the shore, the occasional seagull flying by light of the moon, and the crackle of the fire on the sand. Resting and energizing for Friday at Tribeca. 🙂 Don’t forget to wake me, Bamboo!
It’s October. It’s time to celebrate autumn. Build my harvest booth, more commonly known as a sukkah. I’ve been doing that, battling mosquitos and time and heat. It’s 85 degrees F out there. Many years we sit bundled in jackets and gloves outside. Not this year, apparently. So Bamboo and I came in to cool down and visit the ducks.
Wow. Did Bill, Drake and Mallory have a major complaint. Seems our neighbors have started having some sort of racing (honestly, there was so much quacking going on I’m really not sure WHAT they are racing). But I DID see the HUGE Finish line with checkered flags. Sigh. Hey Rodvik – WHEN are you going to implement the feature that lets me NOT SEE my neighbors????????
So I put up a hedge to make sure that the ducks had some privacy. Then the five of us settled in to enjoy the soothing sounds of waves and seagulls. Ahhh.
If it’s not AnnMarie’s cars crashing off the road into my front yard, it’s the neighbors incompetent guests creating huge wake for resting ducks. 🙂 /me scribbles indignant letter to the editor
Published December 26, 2010
Relaxing with Friends
Tags: ducks, holiday
The ducks are at that difficult age. They no longer wish to cooperate for family pictures. If Mallory and Drake face the camera, Bill makes sure he’s not there. Or Bill and Drake block Mallory, which she hates. Somehow Mallory thinks everything is about her. Go figure. Bamboo of course is sweet and cooperative, but it didn’t seem right to include him and not them. Don’t worry – we are still family. 🙂 We all wish you Season’s Greetings and a happy healthy new year to come! *hugs*
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What profit has a woman of all her labor which she takes under the sun?
So, perhaps you remember my garden? Remember my project leader J??? Remember how J always ultimately undoes my garden? *smile* Whether by making me pull the plants, or by removing the region or by returning them to my lost and found, J has a way of reminding me that all is vanity, nothing lasts. Funny, I never pegged J as a traditionalist, but this IS the season when we read Kohelet. And this is the season when J has yet again begun to remove my gardens, my trees, my work.
“Your object ‘Weeping Cherry Tree’ has been returned to your inventory lost and found folder by J from parcel ‘Room A’ at Room A 42, 242
Your 7 objects have been returned to your inventory lost and found folder by J near parcel ‘Room A’ at Room A 3, 179.
Your 4 objects have been returned to your inventory lost and found folder by J near parcel ‘Room A’ at Room A 2, 221.
Your 8 objects have been returned to your inventory lost and found folder by J near parcel ‘Room A’ at Room A 61, 249 due to parcel owner return.”
Sigh. Mene mene tekel upharsin. My trees have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. Maybe if I’d learned to make better shadows? /me mutters several things under my breath that I’d prefer not to have overheard. *grin* Okay. Everytime J does this to me, she ultimately finds a better project for me. Or gives me a garden of my own in which to play. So I’m going to hope for the best here. And remember that I not only have my own region elsewhere, but I actually have my own opensim grid.
BUT. On one thing I stand firm: Touch my ducks, J, and you will be very very very sorry. 🙂 After all – YOU are the one who insisted on arming me. *grin*
One more day…. just one more day and we should have recorded the footage we need to have achieved the current milestone. One. More. Day.
But I am not the only one working and trying to make deadlines and submit machinima. The call went out from another group last week. “We are recording life in our virtual world, we need some bodies. Please come and join us.” I can’t resist an invitation like that. First, because to me that sounds like a party. And second, because I know the day will come when *I* will be saying “Help! I need bodies to fill my virtual world.” So I blocked out the time on my calendar.
I got there a bit early and settled myself at the checkers board I’d built last fall. I was joined by a friend but as you can tell by the pieces, we didn’t really play. We were too busy negotiating terms of the game, prizes for the winner, penalties for the loser. I tend to think of the two of us as the Immovable Object meets the Irresistible Force. *grin* Fortunately more folks arrived before we actually had to play. We wandered all over the world, sim to sim to sim. As the scheduled time drew to a close, people began logging out. Until just a hardy few were left. I took them to MY favorite places: the beach and the duck pond.
Someone has left a rocket launcher by the beach blankets!! We had a great time firing off the rockets, listening to the noises, watching the particle explosions. I was laughing aloud at my desk. It really was a wonderfully fun stolen moment in the middle of doing work. We tp’d to the duck pond so I could show them my ducks. Yes, those are MY ducks. I refuse to be mature or good-natured or a good corporate citizen on this matter. *grin* MINE MINE MINE!!! My team leader gave them to ME!!!! Oh. *clears throat* Excuse me…. Ahem. Okay, so I took them to the duck pond where we relaxed for a few moments more. Then it was time to go back to our desks – which are located in different states and time zones.
Virtual worlds provide a wonderful chance to share thoughts and experiences with people you might never have met in the purely physical world.