just ignore and let this one die

bump!

ok Ghostly ill start it under events? that way people can check there for the progress on the calendar.
sorry i haven't been home, been playin across the street . but will get back here and get busy with the calendar!! if you still wish to participate or haven't picked a month yet im me or drop me a note and ill repost the list under a new thread in Events tomorrow morn!

Nighters Threadites!

for Lil:


For Mo:



sleep tight ladies

Here is peek at something I made, not sure what I am going to do with it.
It has few minor mistakes but my friend says I am too close to my work.
She thinks I should get all my friends together and help me go through all
the designs I have made to help me organize and set up displays because
I have been just too critical,etc.
What do you guys think?
Some of detail may not show up you may need to visit my
blog there is more images there too and increase the images at
http://fdspark.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-i-made.html to see more of the
details.

I like those colors FD- they work well together

Thanks I fixed the pants and shirt I added another texture layer so it looks pretty fancy but you can't really see it in the image unfortunately here.
Let me try this, image might able to show the detail of the shirt.

These feelings I have for this "world" where we "live"
Of sorrow, of joy, and, above all, confusion.
"Life" is a paradox, a real illusion
On this "world" where most take much more than they give,
Violence may not seem a rational conclusion.
Extension of "life" by a cyber-initiative:
In every persona decisions to make,
Selection of one way from a number unbounded.
There'll always be other paths I could take,
Organised chaos just leaves me astounded.
Help me please someone, I'm completely confounded,
And I can not decided in what mind my state is,
To live is to die is to love is to hate is,
Eventual forgiveness to heaven the gate is?

Pep (Missed by the mutants?)

/me applauds

Lovely!

Good Morning Threadies.

Shouldn't that be emo vampire kitteh

Oh boy! I'm gettin tons of 503 errors on th' forums today.

An g'mornin, everybuggy.

Thanks for those who came to Robin's texture Q & A last night. She's gonna start doing them as regular events, I believe.

Thanks for annoucing the Q&A in the cartel group. I enjoyed it. Still wishing I had been able to stay for the whole thing.

Also, it was nice to meet you in person Marianne.

Cyclops = one eye

I only have one (visible) eye.

Sorry I missed it- what time was that? I think I died around half past midnight EST-

And might I say it is a lovely eye to gaze into. But the hair is just showing a teasing hit at the other eye. You look bashful to me. I want to brush the hair back with ny finger tips to get a good look at both eyes and your face. Then a quick kiss on your nose to make you smile so I can see those sharp, pointy teeth better

"Server Crash Affecting Logins
Posted by Status Desk on September 11th, 2008 at 06:59 am PDT

[6:59 AM Pacific] One of our main infrastructure servers has suffered a crash. This will result in various in world problems as well as failed logins. Our technicians are working on damage control and we hope to have things back to normal and logins fully restored shortly."

You have reinvented the "Veronica Lake" look.

Pep (Not THAT old, but his Dad is)

You're welcome, an nice to meetcha too. I was on my best behavior last nigh too, tryin' to help out.

Would it be good if I continued to announce them for the cartel? I dun wanna contribute to people's group notice spam.

I'd like to know

I wrote something and posted it way back in February 13, 2008. No rhymn or reason. No sonnet it.
--
Alas, that Second Life,
or should I blame Linden Lab?
Changing, and changing, always -
trying to rattle the cage, changing -
the colors on the bars.
Still locked inside, with no hope of escape,
I am trapped inside Second Life with no way out.

I used to know who else was there,
but Linden Lab changed, oh yeah,
changed again and again, and . . .
now my friends have been eaten by hippos
and the tricks to free them from that fate
have been so nicely removed by Linden Lab.

I used to be able to click a button,
one of the check boxes checked
or unchecked. So simple. So . .
removed, that option has Linden Lab
done. So nice of Linden Lab.

Trapped. Trapped I am.
My fate is sealed.
Save yourself, if you can
while there still is a chance.
I'll remain here. Trapped.
Trapped by the bars
of the ever changing Viewer.

Alas, alas. There is no hope.
No hope. Finally figured out that viewer?
No worry, Linden Lab will change it again.
Shortly, quickly, seemingly randomly,
don't worry, that viewer will be changed yet again.

There is no future. There is no past.
The viewer will be here again tomorrow,
but gone again yesterday.
Here there, everywhere.

Of course . . . I'm watching a lovely sunset -
you are watching the stars blink -
Windlight . . oh windlight . .
what do you mean I look odd?
I look fine . . wait I'll rebake.

Still off? Well . . wait . .
you are using the regular viewer?
alas, alas, trapped inside, and even when
you find another, they are seeing another.

It is you, they see. But not the you -
you see. Your lovely hair blows in the breeze . . .
Your bald scalp bleeds under the moon-light.
Trapped . . . trapped by Second Life.
---
Apparently it is about a changing viewer (and the friend page issue). I do not remember that. Or what it is I'm rambling about. No matter.

Oh, and I wrote some short prose thing about a mouse I didn't eat. This was posted one year ago tomorrow.

---
It was a dark and stormy night . . .

- - - (my addition):

and along came a mouse, dark and stocky.

"Have you seen my hat?" asked the mouse as he fumbled around blindly. "I seem to have left my glasses in my hat . . where oh where is my hat?" The mouse trips and falls to the floor.

The large tabby approaches slowly and wearily. Looks around for any watchers. Carefully drops one small hat with glasses onto the ground near the mouse and then hurriedly runs from sight.

"But . . but here? I left my hat here? How very strange. I hope that mean cat isn't around" with that, the mouse puts on his glasses and hat and walks into a mouse hole.

/me waves wearily to the threadies.

hello everyone...

6:00-7:00 (ish, she went about a half-hour over) p.m. SLT. I'm pretty she'll be doin more soon, an I'll let folks know.

*Smiles appreciatively at Lexxi's prose and poem*

Hey, what's this thread doing all the way down here? *yanks it to the top*

Maybe it was napping?
Wake up thread you're disappearing from the first page!
There was once thread that couldn't die,
That had so many post, toast would turn to dust before you could read every post.
I kept thinking it fade and it go away, yet I keep feeding it anyway.
Perhaps I am bored so keep posting here every day.
Even when it grows old and stale, I bump it, I hump it back to the first page.
I need a intervention, something better to do but I can't seem to get over you...
So post anyway.