<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:32:13.526-08:00</updated><category term='tag horoscope astrology astrological accurate?'/><category term='sylvie stoop squap vidd humuculo winning'/><category term='second life fashion freebies fabulously free in SL'/><category term='hazel homewood'/><category term='second life'/><category term='truth or dare machine'/><category term='respect'/><category term='second life locations'/><category term='flickr suplimental'/><category term='lack of it'/><category term='second life youtube internet communities'/><category term='interactive chat vitual tango joker'/><category term='prokofy neva'/><category term='valentine&apos;s adventures drama black out dancing with humuculo salsa slow dance'/><category term='fab hazel'/><title type='text'>Virtus Virtualis</title><subtitle type='html'>An Exiled Youtube Orphan, enjoying the view from inside out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-4341160229318773411</id><published>2009-11-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:00:30.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cursed curser!!</title><content type='html'>ok I have a computer which has all the latest and then some of graphics that make second life look awesome fantastic, but then I suddenly got this massive problem, at first it was a time problem from fooling around with youtube massive amounts.. and sorting through my silly written words.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am cursed, my curser within second life has become invisible, its like I can not do a single thing when I want to because something gets messed up. I left it, but the massive amounts of things are still building up, and people I know sent me stuff, group invites which I wanted to be a part of ect.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling hairs out now, I quickly realize, going bald won't help me, however it will give me a different look. This may take some time, and I haven't got the time to be charged for a premium account if I can not transfer the little petty cash I made directly back into second life.. I wonder if I should or not since I've had problems.&lt;br /&gt;My first conflict was the fact that people are suing SL and SL is pretending that it has no obligation to some people who's matterial gets ripped. Then there is the time, but without a curser, my time wouldn't even be spent chatting, because I can't even answer the chat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slightly impressed with an offical response to the third party viewer question, but then I got a survay in the e post and wondered what the hell were they thinking of.. concering the whole xsl market suck... yeah, I don't know what to do. It would help if I could get things working for one. But this whole BS has just made me less likely to take precious time to fix it, and I would rather fix my xtranormal.com stuff instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-4341160229318773411?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4341160229318773411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=4341160229318773411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4341160229318773411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4341160229318773411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/11/cursed-curser.html' title='cursed curser!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8130246493362630946</id><published>2009-10-01T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:05:28.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden feeling..</title><content type='html'>Today I am hit with the sudden feeling of clarity as if the answer for me is to look over some of my projects and create a full avatar (with my own clothing and attachments (no hair but hair tattoo)) and start people off with something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to celibrate my "one year" in this buisness by creating a group and giving a group gift as well, but sometimes time is a problem and the contraints can make my humble goals, even more ambitious than I would like them to be. However I have laid out the groundwork in bits and bobs so I only have to "sew it up" to make all the parts make perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to create a MALE avatar though, I have some wonderful shapes but I want to make a skin that really doesn't look too much like a "pretty boy" and this is just my problem, its really easy to make a pretty boy, but to make a distinctive and endearing skin, like that of Escos who I hold to the greatest most expressive male faces I have seen on the grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to give that kind of life and art to a face of a man, as human men (and women) have "soul" which is expressed via the face..now maybe women often wear make up and hide or exagerate much of the expressiveness, the typical male face does not have this mask, thus I definately feel strongly that any typical non-boyish, non-metro looking male face MUST have that element of truth within its capacity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go for ideals, the ideals of Kens and Barbies are for those who do not strive for a real art but rather a reflection of the doll. Not a reflection of the humanity, and I wish to mearly reflect the complexity of humanity, but feel very critical about my capacity to do skin in the way I feel is most beautiful, although as I have stated, I have laid much ground work and have many files which I may just start ditching due to a new idea flying into my head.. as I have gotten better with photo layers on top of these wonderful skin layers by Eloh Eliot so I'm going to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my capacity, its there, its just that the element of time is never on my side, even with so much so called "free time" there are always things to do, as I look out on the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am on day 16, still this hard arse redness does not seem to want to go away, I have this strange feeling of worms in the throat, as if I may have some strange parasites that wish to come UP and out, if only this feeling would leave! Can parasites live in the throat? or even climb up from the stomach instead of go out the other way? Who can say? I just don't want to be the home to such things.. even if they be fake and psychotic images created by my mind to make sense of the sensations.. best that it goes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all for the moment.. I may have something more later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8130246493362630946?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8130246493362630946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8130246493362630946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8130246493362630946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8130246493362630946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/10/sudden-feeling.html' title='A sudden feeling..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-4134712331661888991</id><published>2009-09-18T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:38:34.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The irony of "shop yourself happy"</title><content type='html'>Opening the news paper this very morning, I find on page 9 of the kultur section, it was an answer to a psychologist explaining why you can not "shop yourself happy" and that one does not become happier by shoping, and that you can not actually measure the actual self-esteme in how many pairs of boots one has.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point in the post was that the pyschologist was liking the entire fashion world to victims of some mental illness..mostly related to shopping to make one's self happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I have to wonder, who can actually measure a really marked and honest self evaluation of happiness through the amount of things you have or have shopped for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one I know, and although I have seen people happy over their purchases, I have to be honest with you, its not that that makes people happy, its probably the fact that they for a moment were dazzled with the quality or the luxury of the item, the design the aquiring of a well made thing.. but is that real and geniune happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a certain amount of pride but you can have pride in any kind of feeling, like today I have pride in the fact that I don't feel bad.. that has got to be a good thing, right? Especially since I was puking all night yesterday! I don't even know why.. but for some reason I feel great today..weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if its about the beauty factors that comes with some kind of fact that when I flew off my moped head first and landed on my face that it only scratched my teeth on the pavement.. it was the chance of actually being perminatly scared for life or not.. to have knocked out a tooth for example in the front, isn't really a "beauty trait" on most women.. I mean I've only seen at one point in time ONE woman with a chipped tooth as a beauty queen and that was miss Scotland, 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, avatar beauty contests... right, the beautiful object I create, dress in beautiful objects created by me or others and the combination I put them in, a concentraited version of the RL fashion industry from the artistic to the pure capitalistic...(the kind you have a choice or those who believe there is no other choice if you wish to show your good taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course the lower ends of this, the Barbies and Kens, or the escape from the human form all together.. with the explaination, "we don't need to wear clothes or try on new skins, we are creatures.." but what about something in the middle.. something neither right nor left nor up nor down, but something that says, "this is what I like myself, this is what I like to feel comfortable..mentally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with some of my shapes I started off with, I hypothisise what if I were... "taller", what if I were "fatter" what if I were "thinner" what if I had eyes like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were dark skinned, what if I were a ghost, and what if I were me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were younger, what if I were older, what if I were the same age I am only had more to spend on a wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were a boy? What if I were a vampire? What if I were a goldfish.. or a dragonfly or a bowl of soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhaaah.. as long as these things had good eyes, I don't care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a picture of Ingmar Bergman in the newspaper.. it must be a sign of the coming coffee shortage apocolipse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have some other silly things to do now..sorry about this, I know I've really got to draw the line somewhere aside from making random posts.. you know? I think I will wait until next week to start my group, so no one steal the name, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-4134712331661888991?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4134712331661888991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=4134712331661888991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4134712331661888991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4134712331661888991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/irony-of-shop-yourself-happy.html' title='The irony of &quot;shop yourself happy&quot;'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-2178065714283563633</id><published>2009-09-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:55:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget money.. its an illusion, give us stuff we can use!</title><content type='html'>How is that for a protest? No but seriously, I guess I can see the idea of what people know about me and my attempts to try to use different systems to deal with lacking of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its often as if money is some magical thing, it makes all problems go away, doors open and leaves the rent paid and the heat and telephone on for yet another month. I've not got problems with that aspect, but why does this end up being the end goal when I'm supposed to be happy? Tell me how this differs from a Soviet styled Golag when we are working ourselves silly trying to be happy and can't even buy back the time that is supposed to be our collective "God Given Rights" as supposedly free people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is my time my own if I am a part of a system that encourages me to undersell my own potential to be gainfully employed? I do not want to go around sueing people to get what I need either.. sometime I wonder, some people have often said that they owe me.. well if they owed me so much then damnit, pay me the fuck back! But then or should I just pass it on to the other person who says I owe them.. or perhaps person A should in turn meet once again with person B. They can talk about me behind my back and leave me out of it.. and have a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this Mercury retrograde, killing me, with the Equanox coming in a few days and tomorrow being the new moon at about 10 pm or so, I have to hurry up and make my plans for starting my longer fast, it seems I didn't get rid of the stuff I needed to get rid of.. so I have to restart. If it takes less time then it will be less time, but I know now, that I needed more than 10 days, and I may have needed 20 days to clear up my skin, because it was totally clear after the 6th day, however now its back, its like I can't win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not allergies either.. its down to this bacteria that I don't even know about, that maybe everyone has, but it just causes problems for me and maybe other people.. so all the antibiotic treatments, did nothing but sedate it for a few weeks.. then the same thing again, but it is true that I could have been on 40 days antibiotics and still get the same effect of 10 days of fast without the problems of the antibiotics such as the intestinal distress and the nausia not to mention other side effect such as the impartial forming of blood cells producing anemia.. nice one to leave alone.. and then extreme sun senstivity.. yeah. This year, antibiotics free, prize, I didn't have problems with the sun, and even though I sunburned it only recently pealed off.. not bad, I was commended by the mother in law for the "healthy look" :P Two edged sword pharmaciticals, another problem is and how it relates to Second life is that so many people are "virtually ill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to point out everyone as some kind of victim in a larger scheme of things but when mentioned about not trusting in big Pharma, the ideas underlying that are not "the Americans pay through the nose so you don't" when if a drug is approved here, it goes through a completely different system of judgement but it still notices what they do in America. Another thing is, in America doctors can deal directly and get sold directly for ever prescription they write and pharmacological companies not only pay for adverts in magazines read by doctors, but also meet up with them to show them their new drugs. There are sales representitives from these companies that my country will not see because this is not the way they approve a drug for usage where as, it seems that the American market pretty much makes a drug sells it to the doctors and possibly markets to the patients.. with "Ask your doctor is bla bla bla is right for you?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not see my need for any pharmasutical become based upon the demand of other people for a fictional illness that someone else may claim I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days I see that they have come back to the idea that some things are not psychosymatic illness such as ME. There are actually treatments for it, and it is drugs and missusage of antibiotics which seems to be the common thread and yet when I looked up ME, in English on a US based site,  I read something about depression and antidepressents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like this foolishness of treating stomach ulcers with pain killers and librium and some antacids and avoid spicy foods.. Now you know it is caused by a nasty little bacteria, one thing that can kill it is enzimes in unpasterised honey.. of all things. which is kind of weird and cool, but mostly its treated with a series of antibiotics which is much better than having someone saying, its all in your head, you are not sick you just need antidepressants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing was, when they start treating a girl with TB using antidepressants, that is depressing, makes me want to swallow a whole bottle of anything that makes me ignore the stupidity of some doctors. Its like if you see all illness as infection or as depression, thats what you will experience. I'm going to have to make a few leaps of faith in the coming weeks as I have just recently done. I know that there are probably lots of people who have the ablity to cure themselves but medicines are just holding them back, sort of like crutchs on a perfectly able to walk person, if you are left in crutches when you can walk, it impairs your ablity to walk, and deforms you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of life giving people the only thing money can't buy, as JCC said, "poverty" poverty of lack of health and poverty of believing you are poor because you don't have money, thus some people need to get over their addiction.. perhaps myself, having come to the point where now I am buying stuff again.. yes I do buy stuff. But I spent a whole 8 months as a non-consumer nothing new, not nessisary either.. nothing unless it was nessisary unless it was food or something for my son, where as this is how things work, nothing for me save for the proper parisables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the health food shop, perhaps have a look for my son's "shitake mushroom pate" he loves that on his breakfast toast.. maybe some milk thistle extract and some kind of tea ect.. toothpaste without strong taste, not just for me but for my son. ect.. bla bla bla.. I say I'm going out, but my plans get rewritten on a daily basis. Today I wasn't even told by the school what time my son was going to be home. I had to wait and then he wanted to watch youtube videos with washing machines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEj5y7YwsWM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEj5y7YwsWM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both laughing our arses off..It was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep got to go shopping with my son and mother in law at 10am.. tomorrow.. but at least they gave me the night off. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-2178065714283563633?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/2178065714283563633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=2178065714283563633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2178065714283563633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2178065714283563633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/forget-money-its-illusion-give-us-stuff.html' title='Forget money.. its an illusion, give us stuff we can use!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6913789867451789923</id><published>2009-09-16T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:14:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SrDWhPBoMzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qt6HZhHNbFU/s1600-h/colourizedrefraction_016.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382037421165130546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SrDWhPBoMzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qt6HZhHNbFU/s400/colourizedrefraction_016.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6913789867451789923?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6913789867451789923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6913789867451789923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6913789867451789923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6913789867451789923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/freak.html' title='freak!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SrDWhPBoMzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qt6HZhHNbFU/s72-c/colourizedrefraction_016.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1530301976348804702</id><published>2009-09-15T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:30:34.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes?</title><content type='html'>Was that you knocking on my door? Its almost midnight as far as I am concerned and I really don't want to get up and answer the door, nor do I to log in but something compells me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that those freebies are looking awefully good at this point in time, until I investigate those posts farther and realize I already beat them to the prize only last Friday.. I know, I know, naughty me, I'm not supposed to try new things and buy things that I want.. I'm only supposed to shop, no demos and no wearable demos, um right? After all that would be so totally anti-capitalistic of me if I were to hold on to my ill gotten undercut market gem's moneys and not spend a cent on some expensive gear, and don't even save up to create those massive amounts of textures stored up on the computer because that doesn't cut it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to the test grid, loading up a texture and seeing how it looks, well I just found out, its cheating of all things!! Who would ever want to make certain that they never waste lindens? Obviously a cheap bastard like myself!! And am I fit to walk in the shadow of the micro ecconomy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have confronted me and said flat out that I had no buisness sence and yet, I still have my initial investment continuing to pay me back, that can't be bad, and yet I was told, on no uncertain terms how ignorant of the capitalist system I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I have mentioned it once before, what or which "capitalist" system are you addressing when you are dealing with a very closed market, a market of the masses eliminating competition.. the struggle between an entire "Asia" to my "Zimbabwae"... I am pushing a bicycle up the hill, and its been fun.. but do I want to risk riding it especially when I know that risking more will only mean I am going to put myself out of the game. This is the risk one takes.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a RL closed system, although I do and have done sparse projects and actually published images, as a freelancer in a strange field, the area of fine arts, I find that if only I could find an employer who would dare employ me outside of the artist union system, that I may actually substain a two year's under a service as an artist. Then I could actually be open to all the jobs after that short time within my area, because then AFK would allow me to have access to their jobs. Ah but that's just it, then there is this other sticky problem, my son, my traveling husband, and the idea of having to maintain this home. I'm probably even still "sjukskriven" even if I am starting to get better.. as I have not taken any money for my infirmities, it also leads me to being in a no man's land.. a world where nothing I do can be done if it can't be done within a short bit of time, and if it can not be done within certain hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I will remove the lenses and start dreaming.. long day tomorrow, and this long day requires me to get some things IRL tied up. I may even attempt to ride my bicycle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1530301976348804702?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1530301976348804702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1530301976348804702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1530301976348804702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1530301976348804702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes.html' title='Yes?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-918300176771942229</id><published>2009-09-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:06:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated.. for personal reasons I guess...</title><content type='html'>sooner or later some of the people I linked to are going to either phrase my great taste or curse me for putting them "out there" I am still looking for Ann Otoole's blog link in my huge pile of blogs.. plus I'm just going around adding the things I like to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-918300176771942229?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/918300176771942229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=918300176771942229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/918300176771942229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/918300176771942229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/updated-for-personal-reasons-i-guess.html' title='Updated.. for personal reasons I guess...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3924689574873584081</id><published>2009-09-01T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T04:26:35.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while..</title><content type='html'>Yeah I thought I changed all my info and forgot what I thought I changed it to, right, well to make a long story short, it didn't happen, the old pass word was still in effect and the old epost as well.. (geeze I bet its getting full from not looking at it for litterally YEARS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL is still urging me to take it seriously in spite of some stupid changes of format that LL had to embark upon as well as some hidden agenda changes to the TOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life so far.. personally, well, I'm still alive and healthy after 9 days of fasting, (it IS Tuesday, um, right?) Tomorrow will be the last day.. and I am learning something about the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen masters say "do not search for the truth, but search for your options.." interesting.. perhaps I should take that into account when I look at Second Life policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched the extra land for a song.. (I can't abandon it to Governer Linden, it would never reach the market as I would like it to in a short amount of time.. I would rather almost give away such lands, and wish that others would do the same, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad neighbours, I have had a few, but I've as far as I know, have been a good one, if not an annoying one.. still I keep to myself, build my crap in the sandbox, and show off my skills to overshadow the abandoned garbage prims hanging in the air above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting developments, things are getting even more heated up within SL's blogsphere (a new word I keep using).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son needs to do his homework so I must leave this behind for postarity and perhaps post again one day in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3924689574873584081?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3924689574873584081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3924689574873584081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3924689574873584081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3924689574873584081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-while.html' title='Been a while..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3423297543871130198</id><published>2009-03-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:02:00.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical.. just when I thought it was safe to think out loud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Valid during many months: This can be an extremely confusing time, because new information and data may come at you very rapidly. It may be very difficult to make intelligent decisions on most matters. If you have to make a decision, but your attitude toward the matter is not calm and cool, try to put it aside until your feelings are sorted out. This may be more difficult than it looks, because often under this influence people are tempted to make rash, impulsive decisions. Business transactions are also difficult now because of this tendency. However it is possible to handle transactions in scientific or technological fields, especially electronics. These fit the symbolism of this influence and may not be so difficult. But even under the best of circumstances, be careful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A negative effect of this energy can be that you will feel extremely nervous and tense, because of the fast tempo of events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling during this time may be quite disruptive. No matter how carefully you make your plans, your trip will not work out as planned, and you may be forced to travel at the most inconvenient times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important psychological manifestation of this influence is that your ideas and opinions are likely to be strongly challenged by others. Your beliefs may very well be right, but the universe will force you to examine them so that you know for certain whether they are. You may be attracted to radically different ways of thinking, which can also provoke opposition from others at this time. This will affect your professional life in particular. If you express your opinions strongly in any area, be sure that you are in a position to defend them. But even if you are right, avoid stating your position dogmatically. Try to understand others' points of view, for you may learn from them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:&lt;br /&gt;Uranus Square Mercury, , exact at 07:02  &lt;br /&gt;activity period from end of May 2008 until beginning of February 2010 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.astro.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3423297543871130198?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3423297543871130198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3423297543871130198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3423297543871130198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3423297543871130198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/03/typical-just-when-i-thought-it-was-safe.html' title='Typical.. just when I thought it was safe to think out loud!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6260726246602104772</id><published>2009-03-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:09:09.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag horoscope astrology astrological accurate?'/><title type='text'>Horoscope... odd that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Half-cocked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today your attention will be focused on your work, profession or important social duties that you must exercise. You have an opportunity to plan for the future in these areas of your life, and you will discuss with others your proper course of action. On the psychological level, this is a good time for being alone to reflect upon your long-range plans and how well you are fulfilling them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Midheaven is strongly connected with the ego structure, and Mercury transiting it may indicate that you are dwelling upon your basic ego needs. This is especially important if by nature you are a meditative person, who wants to plan everything out before acting. A more extroverted person will go right out and talk to the world, even though that may mean going off half-cocked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interpretation above is for your transit selected for today:Mercury Conjunction Med.Coeli, , exact at 04:36 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onclick="hwin_open(400,400); return true;" href="http://www.astro.com/cgi/h.cgi?f=hhk;lang=e;h=hk2;cid=uanfileDaGbLh-u1088621448" target="help"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;activity period from 10 March 2009 to 11 March 2009...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astro.com/horoscope"&gt;http://www.astro.com/horoscope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6260726246602104772?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6260726246602104772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6260726246602104772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6260726246602104772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6260726246602104772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/03/horoscope-odd-that.html' title='Horoscope... odd that!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-689006501004384406</id><published>2009-03-07T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:13:10.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challanging myself to work..</title><content type='html'>got the flu.. coming down with it and inspite of it all.. must work on this and get it finished. It was a goal I had set for myself since it was something within my grasp and competance to do. THE EYES!!!!&lt;a href="http://graphofullstop.wordpress.com/grapho/natural-things-version-01/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310598532309479042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SbMJOncEboI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5PaoGnPES8M/s400/tribal+eye+collection_029.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Alpha's Tribe has created some very unique and artistic skins.. but then the avatar can be art. I took some captures and some of the skins needed to show more of the detail of the body, and although at first I tried to cover up the breast area, it was like covering up the Venus DeMilo, you just can't.. its not natural to cover.. although I AVOIDED that are for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphofullstop.wordpress.com/furry/orka/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310598542414475138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SbMJPNFSb4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/eVZdn4nrnHo/s400/orka+ice+princess_036.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The OrKa skin was very interesting and naked but even though quite "bottomless", it still was "artistic" and I don't feel as though I have been "exhibiting" the avatar body in a way that was sexual, although these skins have a definate "sexuality" to them... its just totally face to face with the unique, things which may or may not appeal to some people sexually, but extremely appealing design wise and intellectually.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find them very much in tuned with "Pluto". This is strong but also for some a rather intimidating expression...much like the OrKa, a mermaid, a siren and an ancient Egyptian God all in one.. (Anubis)..so the eyes I used for this skin were very intense..and even though they go very well with my "&lt;a href="http://www.apez.biz/modules.php?name=Shop&amp;amp;op=product&amp;amp;id=149660"&gt;Silver colourZ V2&lt;/a&gt;" collection they still have their own custom colours I created for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-689006501004384406?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/689006501004384406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=689006501004384406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/689006501004384406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/689006501004384406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/03/challanging-myself-to-work.html' title='Challanging myself to work..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SbMJOncEboI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5PaoGnPES8M/s72-c/tribal+eye+collection_029.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3600900247537045087</id><published>2009-01-03T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:33:02.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prokofy neva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lack of it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><title type='text'>If you have any of the following symptoms...</title><content type='html'>*Are you constantly feeling superior to others?&lt;br /&gt;*Is everyone else who disagrees with you an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you ever feel that about 99% of the population of the world should be exterminated or just shouldn't exist at all?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you imagine you are the only one who understands these great conspiracies of "commies" taking over all of the internet, and hate how they give away the shop while you are struggling to make ends meet?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you beg for tips on your blogg?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you beg for tips on your virtual land?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe that most people are not the gender they say they are when you are venturing into virtual worlds and bloggs?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe you have the right to have self righteous hate of everything because due to your superiority, you are absolutely correct and people shouldn't argue with it because it just "idiotic" to do so, and don't even provide FACTS to your belief systems because if it was something you thought of, it is thus "The God's Holy Truth, ahmen.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one or many of the following symptoms, I am afraid its too late for you, but not for everyone else around you, please do help THEM to get help, because as I repeat, it is too late for you, you will always be a miserable bag of bones... or sack of sH*Ö*t!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3600900247537045087?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3600900247537045087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3600900247537045087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3600900247537045087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3600900247537045087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-have-any-of-following-symptoms.html' title='If you have any of the following symptoms...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6817542656348631664</id><published>2009-01-02T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:07:17.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your interactions cause you problems.</title><content type='html'>As a person who has no time for spell check, as a person who has little time for my own uploads to my shop and stuff, as a person who has little time for socializing, ringing home or writing to my friends, I certainly do too much of it..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped to a conclusion that there is a "syndrome" of the internet, and yes it has the power to empower or the power to make people out as some kind of impersonal road rager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about people who have a legitamate critique of things, and although it is not for me to judge who exactly has a "legitamate complaint" I do find that there is a certain line people shouldn't cross unless within the area of parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that these "flame wars" which have ties to certain controversial fictional figures of Second Life are exactly "random" and the Leaving of Feo from Freebie Telegram and the possible closing of the blogg is just an example how these wars spread from blogg to blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One post dealing with a shape and its reporting of it considered "controversial" when it's language was NEUTRAL turned into a flamewar. It was a "controversial shape" it was a larger shape, but not a shape which made parody to a larger figure. It was reported to have been "larger but not ugly" which was in my honest opinion, an accurate statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that someone who was feeling some kind of pressure decided to also take a new stance as "activist" for the overweight, This was on a completely different blogg but then the activity on these bloggs was to happen at a coincidental time, as if there was a thought bouncing around in the atmosphere to create tension, especially over the holidays when I suspect MOST people have grown senstive on the issue of weight gain IRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is there were allot of bloggs that seem to inadvertantly touch upon the idea of body image IRL, gender projection, and even a "verification of sex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are naturally sensitive issues to blogg about. It seems to me that the main component of the multitude of postings was really looking, searching out controverial stances and then decided to "attack" feeling "attacked" her/him self... although with the bloggs in question, the person in question who felt the need to go on a troll mission, is possible doing this for the sake of how many google hits, he or she gets. To validate this, the next post of the recent days has been an ironic rage against Wiki, something that, he/she quotes quite often, as much as a Christian of great faith would quote the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Wiki and the system of it is evil and useless.. but not for hits if you want to tag your content and get google hits on your blogg. I guess I could do that too... but I realized that putting google ads up on my first blogg was a huge freaking mistake, because, A, it causes problems with loading time, B, I don't care, honestly, C, it was like begging for money, D, there was NO money to be made with it, E, possibly because I don't really wish to blogg to appeal to a larger audiance but rather to structure and repeat my thoughts out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a boring blogger... I am long winded and twist and turn to the thoughts of my own communication style, this style coming from the structure of my brain, a brain which has its language coming from the right side, communicated to the left to speak it. A typical hemospheric style of that of someone who has Synestisia, I had best stick to painting as a form of language like, Kandinsky ;) *warning the presence of the name of a Russian painter is certain to get me the "respect" of someone who calls everyone FIC or "telecommunist"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind for now what the train of thought was, I have no time for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6817542656348631664?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6817542656348631664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6817542656348631664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6817542656348631664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6817542656348631664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-your-interactions-cause-you-problems.html' title='If your interactions cause you problems.'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-54569935601267954</id><published>2008-12-19T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T08:06:45.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the closed SL beta test grid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SUvGH8L52bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hmXCiGa-nhY/s1600-h/designideas_001.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532827739478450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SUvGH8L52bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hmXCiGa-nhY/s400/designideas_001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SUvFxS4dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5iwitD7570Y/s1600-h/designideas_005.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532438694937458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SUvFxS4dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5iwitD7570Y/s400/designideas_005.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to see what I could do within the contexts of building, and using some of my ideas of my dreams about a house... a house that was not square nor was it round but rather octoganal or hexagonal shape, using a central pillar or an innerwall centrum style, either with the entrance of this style of room closer to the outer wall as oposed to the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I just created a closed sectional system of round entrance to the center of the wall. It changes the shape of the smaller rooms when you do that, and both options gives a feeling of sheltered space but unlike a conventional box style, its division creates angular walls but more like a section of a four sided shape.. which in the aplication IRL could be more easily seen as practial given the style of most of our furnishings require a flat wall, square controled systems. A kitchen within such a shape would be really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still was thinking like this, the centum of the house should have a multi sided fire place, thus, you have your kitchen warmth, thermodynamicly warming the house from the center at the same time you cook your food (just thinking IRL practical designs that I have been turning over in my head). Farfar's house designs, of the cabins up north also have the fireplaces somewhat more or less off center, and they are connected to the old iron stoves.. very practical, but Farfar knows he's brilliant, I think his oversight is where the proportions of the room meets the furnishing of the rooms, its as if that was never a part of the equasion. So where you end up sleeping and putting your stuff and where you sit is all either left up in the air or as is, how it was before he added on the improvments. And believe me, its kind of sad to see and know that someone who can design something with the most practical things in mind.. and then sabatage his own style..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream seemed to be inspired by the Mongolian tents, the shapes and sectional style they have.. and I confess that the Mongolian tent is rather charming.. if and only if it wasn't made animal hides, even the lovely thick rugs woven during the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this dream is now several years old, an idea finally nicely sketched in a more "solid" form. Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope I have more time for this, because I have more stuff in the old thinking machine.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ideas as such: REDUX the silver box, new eyes in it, as well as old ones, same price, AND (secret prize in them too).. but this will be a promotional idea for the new box image ect. And then JADEZ COLOURZ has many new babies.. the price will be the SAME but there will be new additional eyes in the box and a new box... if you happened to have bought the old boxes and buy the new boxes, and&lt;em&gt; know &lt;/em&gt;or look back at it on my list you get a refund for the updated box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe even the Tea series should be remade.. and finally there will be a V2 Beautiful Browns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still am planning the Natural Lichen ColourZ for Pauline Oceanlane... just because I loved the idea, and had it already somewhere but she put it up front and I think about it very much... and have been sorting images of lichen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for Fricka I want to make a set of MonoChromatic EYeZ! by AET..greyscale colours... because she loves grey and I would love to see various grey scales for black and white avatar skin and hair and clothes.. since there ARE black and white sims, or at least one. I dreamt once of a party like this when I was 16... I didn't know until just recently there are such things called "black and white" parties.. IRL (in my dream there was a chess board and people dressed appropriately to "play" the game)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I can rent a sim for a party? Quark Allen would have to be the DJ.. of course...but only the stuff I like ;) When he plays some great music he is definately one of the BEST SL DJ's I have ever heard... he loves Kraftwerk too, and has a great understanding of the music under the timeframes I love most as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe event planning????? never mind I can't even bother to show up to fun stuff.. how can I create something I can't show up to??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-54569935601267954?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/54569935601267954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=54569935601267954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/54569935601267954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/54569935601267954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/12/closed-sl-beta-test-grid.html' title='the closed SL beta test grid..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SUvGH8L52bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hmXCiGa-nhY/s72-c/designideas_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-108654236289775988</id><published>2008-11-05T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:50:14.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazel homewood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life fashion freebies fabulously free in SL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fab hazel'/><title type='text'>I'm worried about Fab Free...</title><content type='html'>the bloggs that I loved so much and found so much inspiration from.. well they are essencially DEAD.. without FAB Hazel (Hazel Homewood) the blogg has died.. there are post here and there.. but its soooooooooo sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of the Freebie Telegraph..SL FreeStyle.. and others.. Fab Free was the largest.. once the largest falls.. its hard to really catch it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please everyone at Fab Free.. bring back Hazel.. bring back Cher bring back everyone..blogg like you used to do.. or I'm worried that you will die a death of Linden Lifestyles.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-108654236289775988?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/108654236289775988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=108654236289775988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/108654236289775988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/108654236289775988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-worried-about-fab-free.html' title='I&apos;m worried about Fab Free...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5530842697225900767</id><published>2008-10-30T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:21:55.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more images.. pictures speak better than I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpBdy7wDVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xCcfGzN2KPI/s1600-h/windowt_008.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263091094680243538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpBdy7wDVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xCcfGzN2KPI/s400/windowt_008.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5530842697225900767?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5530842697225900767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5530842697225900767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5530842697225900767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5530842697225900767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-images-pictures-speak-better-than.html' title='more images.. pictures speak better than I do'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpBdy7wDVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/xCcfGzN2KPI/s72-c/windowt_008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-9048242966570744893</id><published>2008-10-30T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:19:53.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought of something.. and then suddenly it got lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;soooo like I have nothing to write here.. as much as I thought I had an actual idea or something.. sorry for the waste of time...back to pictures for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpA3g0Y0VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aWMam6LgsKk/s1600-h/windowt_005.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263090436982493522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpA3g0Y0VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aWMam6LgsKk/s400/windowt_005.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope PNG files are visible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-9048242966570744893?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/9048242966570744893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=9048242966570744893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/9048242966570744893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/9048242966570744893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-of-something-and-then.html' title='I thought of something.. and then suddenly it got lost'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SQpA3g0Y0VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aWMam6LgsKk/s72-c/windowt_005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1633082787687041855</id><published>2008-10-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:50:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lycka Till!</title><content type='html'>the core of good intent, sometimes isn't shown, where as the core of unintentional, doing small good, using instinctive process, often benifits more than yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been given a wonderful oportunity by {Fricks} one of my most all time favourite virtual shops.. my earliest images when I went to this wonderful shop have been of awe, due to the fact I found not only the skin and products sold there wonderful, but at the same time.. the shop itself was and has been so well designed.. to think an onrez vendor of mine in such a wonderful shop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get to work!! Not only that, but I got some freaking wonderful previews of the latest thing to come out of that shop too, just last night.. I don't feel worthy and I bask in the warmth of the feeling of these generous acts, I value Fricka's opionions when it comes to things because I found her to be such a visual treat within all her work and the way she tastefully presents it all! Its edgy, unique, spirited and stands out.. but its not just that.. its utterly beautiful.. not always for the "everyday" or entirly realistic look, but yet.. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me this is a big step.. because I am scared out of my mind of success because it requires commitment and time.. the commitment I have, but the time is scarce! It inspires one to be even more creative though.. but I don't know if I am being "creative" after all.. I'm only making eyes so far.. and I did do one former Soviet Union pin.. and maybe a tea box.. I planned to do skin, but I don't have the guts to sell anything.. because they are too ordinary or too imperfect.. and these attention to details is serious for me..often paralyzing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why I avoid things like spell check and such because if I always fell into that, I would never get this huge lump of wordage out of my superficially lunky head. The deeper thoughts hardly get the chance to come out at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do say, it was, and probably will be the testiment to my inablity to deal with school on a gramatic level..on a level of "do what we say, and you will succeed, level.." and yet for the lack of information, education on the ground level, I managed to succeed and go to university, passing tests I had to take for proficency although I didn't have what they called, "the preperation of "education"".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go more into real life stuff, I will have to use the other blogg...its getting to be late, and I have messages to attend to and images to create and EYeZ! to make...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1633082787687041855?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1633082787687041855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1633082787687041855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1633082787687041855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1633082787687041855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/lycka-till.html' title='Lycka Till!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5141162227484279466</id><published>2008-10-16T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:04:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcRtn4qumI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t1n15tZKkSU/s1600-h/come+back+baby_007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257690565476792930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcRtn4qumI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t1n15tZKkSU/s400/come+back+baby_007.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5141162227484279466?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5141162227484279466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5141162227484279466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5141162227484279466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5141162227484279466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcRtn4qumI/AAAAAAAAAH8/t1n15tZKkSU/s72-c/come+back+baby_007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7584426339530694380</id><published>2008-10-16T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:02:50.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prims prims prims</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;making eyes? time to move to something bigger.. for example HAIR.. um but since I am not ambitious.. I think I will just stick to building where I can see all 150-299 prims all working where they are big enough to mess with properly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah hair is just so difficult because of that one thing.. to get a good hair, you need a great texture and you need to create lots of prims that are mostly flexi.. I think.. thats how I feel about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when your gold fish gets too big for the bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcQd3rTZHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cxw38mK0-d8/s1600-h/come+back+baby_010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257689195326170226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcQd3rTZHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cxw38mK0-d8/s400/come+back+baby_010.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if anyone knows, please tell me.. as long as its not "get a bigger bowl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still I want to stage some images.. one with a man/woman holding a gold fish bowl, while waiting for the bus, wearing a suit and bowler hat.. maybe an umbrella? I don't know, its from a dream I want to mess with in my mind. Its all pretty prims anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7584426339530694380?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7584426339530694380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7584426339530694380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7584426339530694380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7584426339530694380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/prims-prims-prims.html' title='prims prims prims'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SPcQd3rTZHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cxw38mK0-d8/s72-c/come+back+baby_010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7571185536905483171</id><published>2008-10-05T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:33:56.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking backwards</title><content type='html'>taking a trip though the past doesn't usually do anyone any good, I miss the way things were with youtube, however.. once some people were gone, and some of the things that happened took an unexpected turn.. people who went from cool to harrasing.. as an example and people who went from friends to "banned".. its kind of difficult to wrap my head around that kind of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough RL for that..not that any activity that happens on the internet is not real, it may even be more real, the hurt I experience there is possibly worse due to the fact that that is a personal space inside my mind and I allowed "others" to come in and walk around. Heck, note that my virtual address has no doors, I welcome all.. (until there is a problem) and I haven't had to boot, injure "kill avatar" or ban anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old Gnubie area I had more trouble..I had people walking around and sometimes they were running in and running out NAKED.. and sometimes a person who had stopped by for what seemed to be a friendly visit, suddenly jumped on my avatar and try to sit on me, and then take out a virtual body part and show it to me.. what was the deal? I thought the idea of a PG area was at least KNOWN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least with Eldora, I have this brilliant place.. even if I want to take all the neglected properties around me and just clear them.. (I even hijacked some of their prims to keep people from rezing around the area) I love that little house there.. I feel good there... funny thing is, people, what they do.. I have to wonder, my Eldora is humble in comparison, even if a grand sized hut, it is simple.. and yet.. I cling to it as it is, although I am capable of grander and much more.. I can't bring myself to change it.. not one bit, but soon I may have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a winter garden.. with a tiny tea shop.. I have so many tea cans to recreate now, and my eyes.. they make me really happy.. they feel "good"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simple and pathetic and yet, I seek the simple joy of creating something, sharing it and having others enjoy it too.. just as a child would. I know sometimes I get a bit worried that people will reject my apreciation of them too, considering past records of things. Even my own mother set me up for this, when I was a child, I drew and made so many things in school and I made them for her, ah but the way things go, one day, in a sudden outburst my mother said "would you stop making these things for me, I can't keep them all, I am running out of space!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurt me more than I care to think about, and I was only 3 or 4 at the time, but I remember so much.. how I just wanted her to like what I made... to understand that I made it for her because I loved her... and from that day, it always put me in a kind of conflict with trying to please people.. to worry about when what is too much appreciation. From the perspective of walking backwards into the past, as an older person, I can see, she loves me in her own way, that she never understood that ambition to win over people or to show appreciation to people by giving them something one makes with your own hand.. she was based in practicality and had no joy from asthetic beauty in the same sense as I gave her.. maybe my techical skill has been turned towards the goal due to the fact that I wanted to create things that she would find "prettier".. than store bought tourist velvet glitter gifts from Japan that she got from her father..but I could never do that, I know that now, because it was not the things for her, but who gave them to her..I don't really know... because, strangely enough.. things changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew to be the one who found some paper I scribbled on when I was speaking on the telephone and put it away to be framed.. *eyes pop* to take the smallest nothing I did and make it out to be "brilliant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me, thats the kind of off ballance life I have with people.. my mother in law.. in deep hatred of me.. getting worse the more I stay away, due to the fact she called me a lier to my face, when she lied about ringing the door bell when I was home.. and me not coming to the door.. ah.. but that is a longer story, and then it is the mistranslation, and missinterpretation, even my husband's sister is involved to believe that what she believes she heard was actually true.. but they have to ask themselves, why would they believe I would say THAT? could they have already formed an opinion of me after all these years and the filter of the mother in laws perceptions have done far too my damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an insecure lady..no doubt, but she is ALSO someone who never allows for people to talk to each other.. and makes it harder for people to talk with eachother due to the fact, she wants everything on her own terms.. so when I dictated a few of my own, she was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. hindsight.. and she says I manipulate her son (my husband who has HIS OWN MIND, thanks) so that he always stands on my side- HA HA HA!! Boy she insulted him with that remark, he didn't have to be there to be insulted, because I was there for him and felt it was a blow against what she would call "good judgement".. its so bad, the only thing to do is "avoid" or "confront".. and she avoids when I confront..typically passive agressive.. and yet behind my back.. it seems the only thing I am good for is cooking. (at least I am good for something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Youtube.. with what is going on there.. who got thrown off.. and the things going on..well... lets see.. I see metropolis is back on youtube..:P must have got a camera again..and to mention him would be a bad point.. just due to the fact I was falsely accused there of something I was not confronted with either.. WTF is going on with people? I like people.. people who are safe for me to like though-- its like this.. I realize and told my husband this major problematic point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to ditch any friend who gets close to me these days IF I find that I am starting to like them anywhere nearly as much as I like my husband as just a friend.. NOW this is where it gets tricky.. I get very close to people even if I put it down in my mind I never will and don't want to.. and then there are some people who are my friends in real life, (as well as on the internet) and I have been woahfully neglecting them due to the fact, that A, I have been feeling a bit hurt about other friendships, and B, that I had to fight for time to grow my friendships only for this time to be considered "time wasting" and C, I really love them mentally, and don't want to because then, the love that I have been saving for the admiration and appreciation of my husband feels betrayed, even if the "love" I feel is a matter of joy or admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IOW, had someone felt that I got too close to them.. and banned me just because of that, they really didn't have to, because it would have never gone that way anyhow.... it would have been rather flirty and then dead by the time it thought about in the walking backwards effect.. and then they themselves would have found out what I am all about.. which is really quite nothing much really.. thank goodness no one ever reads these things! They would have found out sooner than I would have.. because it took months for me to come to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a runner.. I leave a bunch of people behind me because I feel too much..not bad to feel too much, in fact when it comes to too much or nothing, naturally I choose too much..I really don't like being treated like that myself.. but they should remember they did nothing to cause my silence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just shy when it comes to facing the conflict at the core of my heart... a difference between my "universal love" and the need to put a leash on it.. and direct it completely over to my husband.. because I don't want anyone to be a better friend to me than he is.. even if he isn't really a good friend sometimes at all.. (he used to be my bestest best friend in the whole wide world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none the less.. if you got my gifts.. things I created and put value upon, you got some of my heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7571185536905483171?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7571185536905483171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7571185536905483171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7571185536905483171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7571185536905483171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/10/walking-backwards.html' title='Walking backwards'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7652161820173705437</id><published>2008-09-08T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:58:37.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an act of virtue in the land of virtual..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.secondlife.com/2008/09/04/second-life-and-ad-farms/"&gt;http://blog.secondlife.com/2008/09/04/second-life-and-ad-farms/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People debate now, if they really care.. one thing is for certain some of the older behaviours are resulting in LL action being quite, "knee jerk".. sometimes just out of pressure they become excessively active.. they mirror the thoughts of the media like this sometimes... I enjoy the idea that they will be being strict about adds.. because add farms are generally UNPLEASENT... thanks to Meredith Staheli for informing me of this new artical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7652161820173705437?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7652161820173705437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7652161820173705437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7652161820173705437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7652161820173705437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/09/act-of-virtue-in-land-of-virtual.html' title='an act of virtue in the land of virtual..?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1571678097938036657</id><published>2008-09-06T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:27:12.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Real, and is it the Ownership of your interactive experience which makes you such a BASTARD?</title><content type='html'>There is a psychology to stuff like "Road Rage" and "Virtual Rudeness".. it comes with an idea that this is a computer one owns.. and the world inside of the computer being owned by the person in command often has to bend to the will of the "owner".. its a lack of realization of how other people feel because for many, its quite anonymous--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this for example with Youtube and the comments people leave.. and yet, I know, IRL, no one would ever be so rude directly to someone's face.. so we do have to gently remind people that there are different levels to the reality they experence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because its not passive like a TV, the experience people have will be effected by attitude.. just as in "Road Rage"..a bad and a good day is really often attitude plus perspective plus expectation..and has nothing to do with what actually is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are extremely rude on SL I get the impression that they never learned that the computer (which they consider their property and all things in it including the people in the experience) IS LIKE A TELEPHONE..and that all communications between people require a social sensitivity.. and the funnest thing I learned is people who I would have thought intellegent, at least on paper have no clue about treating people via words within letters or computer communcations.. and really needs sensitivity training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean someone is giving something.. right? What did we learn (did we learn that??) as children to say, "please" and "thank you" and when needed "no thankyou".. because you have the right to say "no" in a polite way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the bla bla bla.. but  what I read on FABFREE's Blogg about the rudeness of people struck a nerve with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering more than 10 years ago I met someone via the "internet" for people to tell me stupid things like "that person is not for real"...and then we met, fell deeper in love and I moved to Sweden, over someone who other people of so called reasonable thought telling me I was not experiencing something REAL.. just because I met on the internet, rather than at a "real location" such as a bar or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. to the road ragers.. and annoymously rude.. who don't think there are "real people" on SL, maybe you need to be nicer to see the better side of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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makes you such a BASTARD?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8886895049987018914</id><published>2008-09-05T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:56:35.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AET's evolution.. not exactly anything brillant unless you saw the very first day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMIbb0eCz_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i30n1Hm8GQY/s1600-h/evolution+of+AET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242783080967753714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMIbb0eCz_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i30n1Hm8GQY/s400/evolution+of+AET.jpg" 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href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/09/aets-evolution-not-exactly-anything.html' title='AET&apos;s evolution.. not exactly anything brillant unless you saw the very first day...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMIbb0eCz_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/i30n1Hm8GQY/s72-c/evolution+of+AET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8476222509284794726</id><published>2008-09-05T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:20:32.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempts at looking sharp on the test grid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMGh0LhdgMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9FX5h6djL70/s1600-h/mosaic4202795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242649359054373058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMGh0LhdgMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9FX5h6djL70/s400/mosaic4202795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand how to make mistakes.. so I hesitate to make more- thus I have been testing my eyes on the test grid almost all week now! blah! I'm trying to come up with imagery which would look really stylish.. but I think the images should be multi coloured, multi cultural and multi gendered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now its quite homogenious, but it has a bit of androdgynious stuff going on which I kind of like..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8476222509284794726?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8476222509284794726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8476222509284794726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8476222509284794726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8476222509284794726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/09/attempts-at-looking-sharp-on-test-grid.html' title='Attempts at looking sharp on the test grid'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SMGh0LhdgMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9FX5h6djL70/s72-c/mosaic4202795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7655192690521049283</id><published>2008-08-29T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:55:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye stick to what eye know-</title><content type='html'>Making eyes is something that I feel more confident in than making any other thing.. thats why I will eventually be uploading my eyes onto the main grid.. (I took this on the test grid)-- its just one of many I made yesterday and I feel somewhat smuggly proud of what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could just be crap.. but for the price and style and quality, I don't think so.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLjuY0SpsqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSPC7mNbmCQ/s1600-h/eye+_007.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240200276566717090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLjuY0SpsqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSPC7mNbmCQ/s400/eye+_007.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7655192690521049283?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7655192690521049283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7655192690521049283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7655192690521049283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7655192690521049283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/eye-stick-to-what-eye-know.html' title='eye stick to what eye know-'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLjuY0SpsqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zSPC7mNbmCQ/s72-c/eye+_007.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8348718118138238985</id><published>2008-08-29T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:59:30.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing style?</title><content type='html'>If I sold eyes, skins, and shapes.. and eventually hair and other goodies.. this is my idea of how I would market it all-                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLf9ywye2NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T_PAbhjLd8Y/s1600-h/test+skin+altershape+b_006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239935740000786642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLf9ywye2NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T_PAbhjLd8Y/s400/test+skin+altershape+b_006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that it would be all about attitude.. and not a hell of allot more, after all.. my shape here is based upon my own shape.. and in all honesty.. I only stop the bus, and no other traffic ;) and if you took one of the people so thought of for their beauty and just look at them .. you would find out, they are not super human, but possibly someone you may find repulsive.. and in the real world and especially in SL beauty is all in the mind and attitude.. if someone gets it, fine if they don't get it.. maybe they can learn it before they die.. its a learning of a lifetime and its something that goes against the grain of the modern ideas of most of the cyber culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows.. maybe I'm just being preachey and being a hypocrite all at once :D Let me go figure out how easy it is to be sexy when a person bites on their toenails. (god forbid it was ME that did that, even if I CAN reach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8348718118138238985?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8348718118138238985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8348718118138238985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8348718118138238985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8348718118138238985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/marketing-style.html' title='Marketing style?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLf9ywye2NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T_PAbhjLd8Y/s72-c/test+skin+altershape+b_006.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-2366692469182929666</id><published>2008-08-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:54:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between the hair fair and dressing up</title><content type='html'>I experiemented with the Forge filters to see what they have to show me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I promised myself to wait out the Flickr obsession by posting pictures here, I am doing it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLUkGKkZUuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4Pa0zwcMjk/s1600-h/littlegirls+love+to+dress+up_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239133429850264290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLUkGKkZUuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4Pa0zwcMjk/s400/littlegirls+love+to+dress+up_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-2366692469182929666?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/2366692469182929666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=2366692469182929666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2366692469182929666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2366692469182929666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/between-hair-fair-and-dressing-up.html' title='between the hair fair and dressing up'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SLUkGKkZUuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4Pa0zwcMjk/s72-c/littlegirls+love+to+dress+up_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-369958510125856092</id><published>2008-08-22T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:50:19.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a swim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7SHh7V_vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/X4VByPjQcxA/s1600-h/storm_005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237354443486658290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7SHh7V_vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/X4VByPjQcxA/s400/storm_005.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-369958510125856092?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/369958510125856092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=369958510125856092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/369958510125856092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/369958510125856092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-for-swim.html' title='Going for a swim?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7SHh7V_vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/X4VByPjQcxA/s72-c/storm_005.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-4732676346170481705</id><published>2008-08-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:47:21.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardate, suplimental: stormy weather calm weather, SL vs RL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7ORfcRDdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8j-zSrE3bdk/s1600-h/2006jan+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237350216571620818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7ORfcRDdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8j-zSrE3bdk/s200/2006jan+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7NY192mbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/q26GR0YigdE/s1600-h/storm_006.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237349243365530034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7NY192mbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/q26GR0YigdE/s400/storm_006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note that even some of my compositions IRL are the same as SL.... even if they were taken many years before.. but still.. its kind of interesting to see how often I repeat myself visually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-4732676346170481705?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4732676346170481705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=4732676346170481705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4732676346170481705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4732676346170481705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/stardate-suplimental-stormy-weather.html' title='Stardate, suplimental: stormy weather calm weather, SL vs RL'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SK7ORfcRDdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8j-zSrE3bdk/s72-c/2006jan+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3598767433067579635</id><published>2008-08-19T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:10:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Hunt-- found more than apples!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_s-kmEoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/leRoW-HqNBc/s1600-h/hauntedhollywood_004.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236137927459082882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_s-kmEoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/leRoW-HqNBc/s400/hauntedhollywood_004.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_fU-tfTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d70bPL_p3Dk/s1600-h/hauntedhollywood_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236137692956032306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_fU-tfTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d70bPL_p3Dk/s400/hauntedhollywood_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_HWwyKeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pl4bcVhxKOM/s1600-h/hauntedhollywood_003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236137281117628898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_HWwyKeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pl4bcVhxKOM/s400/hauntedhollywood_003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3598767433067579635?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3598767433067579635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3598767433067579635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3598767433067579635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3598767433067579635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/apple-hunt-found-more-than-apples.html' title='Apple Hunt-- found more than apples!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKp_s-kmEoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/leRoW-HqNBc/s72-c/hauntedhollywood_004.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6479780649133575748</id><published>2008-08-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:22:10.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My response to all the voices.. real and imagined!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnEpU_idoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wJ4_-Nqb7Yg/s1600-h/hands+on+ears_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235932256083801730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnEpU_idoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wJ4_-Nqb7Yg/s400/hands+on+ears_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6479780649133575748?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6479780649133575748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6479780649133575748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6479780649133575748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6479780649133575748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-repsonse-to-all-voices-real-and.html' title='My response to all the voices.. real and imagined!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnEpU_idoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wJ4_-Nqb7Yg/s72-c/hands+on+ears_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3527976859011857825</id><published>2008-08-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:42:31.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flickr suplimental'/><title type='text'>Captured Atmospheres..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnCUPHwBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ze8cJddbekU/s1600-h/hands+on+ears_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235929694707123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnCUPHwBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ze8cJddbekU/s400/hands+on+ears_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3527976859011857825?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3527976859011857825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3527976859011857825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3527976859011857825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3527976859011857825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/captured-atmospheres.html' title='Captured Atmospheres..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKnCUPHwBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ze8cJddbekU/s72-c/hands+on+ears_002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-480083091639489609</id><published>2008-08-12T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:51:44.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruthed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKGjG-Pop1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FADBQlxh-qU/s1600-h/motivator827985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233643582164346706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKGjG-Pop1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FADBQlxh-qU/s400/motivator827985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-480083091639489609?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/480083091639489609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=480083091639489609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/480083091639489609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/480083091639489609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/08/ruthed.html' title='Ruthed!!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SKGjG-Pop1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/FADBQlxh-qU/s72-c/motivator827985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5372959128418755601</id><published>2008-06-10T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:20:24.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Vlogg.. still in progress..</title><content type='html'>Oh yes.. and about the naked vlogg chain I was supposed to do.. I will try to get that finished, possibly this week.. (or not!) I had a really nice idea and it was going to be a cartoonish collage of cartoons saying "naked".. as in rocko's modern life, and and maybe something like freakazoid too.. just little clips as punctuations, if possible.. with my AV and my rambing babbling talk... as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5372959128418755601?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5372959128418755601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5372959128418755601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5372959128418755601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5372959128418755601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/06/naked-vlogg-still-in-progress.html' title='Naked Vlogg.. still in progress..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3122347294062791650</id><published>2008-06-10T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:17:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a vitual girl in a virutally owned world..</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I had to go to the beach.. (where) every day for a week before my birthday. I don't know why, and to be quite honest, what beach am I to do to? Ingerö? Skärgård? not anything really "out there" for me.. although I am partial to Ingerö and I miss going there the little time I used to go.. but right now the water is probably icy at best, my chest hurts when I breathe too hard and I'm still quite sun senstive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a vitual beach is better? I need to find a new sandbox group.. I am getting pretty tired of the enourmous size of the Friends of the Pond.. its really driving me mad too with all their contests and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me is owning land is like living in the newbie home.. you have a limited amount of prims although more than twice as much.. and you still need to use the sand box :P... however if I want to be efficent I can start creating a few vendors (not unlike Yip does it) as posters... and stick them on my walls!!! eh yeah!!! But now I HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO BUILD VENDORS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3122347294062791650?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3122347294062791650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3122347294062791650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3122347294062791650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3122347294062791650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-vitual-girl-in-virutally-owned-world.html' title='I&apos;m a vitual girl in a virutally owned world..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8685776252245608546</id><published>2008-06-03T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:17:33.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>some pictures from SL.. maybe you want to see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="500" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" VALUE="ids=frick&amp;names=frick&amp;userName=AlterEgoTrip Svenska&amp;userId=25364395@N04&amp;titles=on&amp;source=keyword&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=68"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="PictoBrowser" value="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#656565"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.db798.com/pictobrowser.swf" FlashVars="ids=frick&amp;names=frick&amp;userName=AlterEgoTrip Svenska&amp;userId=25364395@N04&amp;titles=on&amp;source=keyword&amp;titles=on&amp;displayNotes=on&amp;thumbAutoHide=off&amp;imageSize=medium&amp;vAlign=mid&amp;displayZoom=off&amp;vertOffset=0&amp;initialScale=off&amp;bgAlpha=68" loop="false" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#656565" width="500" height="500" name="PictoBrowser" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8685776252245608546?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8685776252245608546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8685776252245608546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8685776252245608546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8685776252245608546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pictures-from-sl-maybe-you-want-to.html' title='some pictures from SL.. maybe you want to see?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7370964772490509030</id><published>2008-05-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:08:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When ambition falls asleep..</title><content type='html'>....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SDu91vqIxzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LHOK5BNMV1g/s1600-h/don%27t+you+hate+places+like+this.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204962525380658994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SDu91vqIxzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LHOK5BNMV1g/s400/don%27t+you+hate+places+like+this.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an example of what happens when you end up sleep walking though life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As both a "slacker" and a "ecco" mum.. I look in the mirror and ask myself  "what do you want to be?".."I want to be who I am.. so what about the so called "conflicts".. those are other people's problems because they are too attached to belief systems.." "True" I say back-- it is obvious that the cage of belief is strong and people tend to want a nice box to define you with. To those who I agree with.. I often can not fully agree with EVERYTHING they say.. but then again why should I? I rarely agree completely with myself.. right? I suspect no one can, not if they are honst with everthing they see and are flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the crime of flexibility and Non-commitment to the Protestant work ethic--- you are labled a Slacker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the crime being vegan/vegetarian and of wanting to know and be aware of where what little money I have goes to (and making sure its a good cause) you are  labled an "Ecco Loonie" as well as "High Mantanance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and for being interested in politics that makes sense.. ..and ideas that goverments should be held accountable for their actions you are either a raving loony or a member of the new "sensible" poltical party (started by Captian Sensible he is one great looking vegan!!!.) Hippy bastard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for not believing obviously stupid statements put out their by the consolidated media.. you are labled the worst of all.. a conspiricy nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best of all the lables I see .. the one that defines me now is Zombie and I don't want it.. I hate sleepwalking though life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7370964772490509030?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7370964772490509030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7370964772490509030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7370964772490509030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7370964772490509030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-ambition-falls-asleep.html' title='When ambition falls asleep..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/SDu91vqIxzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LHOK5BNMV1g/s72-c/don%27t+you+hate+places+like+this.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3529992629728711214</id><published>2008-05-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:49:55.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking that leap.. do I need time to think?</title><content type='html'>Yes yes.. I know I don't call, I don't write.. youtube without some people who brought me into the whole experience has been rather difficult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundcard problems.. before that the flu and I happen to once again, once again get knocked off kilter here in 12th house heaven.. the time of strong self examination provides exits and distraction to avoid the real "suffering" and that suffering of course is avoiding the fact I am avoiding something so I totally try to avoid that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I avoiding? Well.. there are many chambers in this maze.. the heart that is locked away because I am not allowed to talk to people has effected how I talk to people I CAN access.. and then my avoidance of my friends and my mother leave me to think I do it because I have allot on my mind and I don't think this is the time to explode at them..but rather those close to me for making me lock the doors of communication I have the possiblity of opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the other factor which has probably destroyed my health since it happened about 3 years ago and that was the final relief of someone taking contact up with me only to finally write me off as possibly not worth it for the sake of my possibly strict out of the loop point of view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hip, I'm not young.. I'm growing weary of the fact that this block was commited last year via the guise of a door of oportunity left open a crack but not enough to really really get an understanding (from both sides). I am the queen of conflict and I bring up things to the surface for people which are uncomfortable.. so some of these minor dramas of recent months of cold abandonment are minor but hurt possibly more due to the fact it was like salt in an already wounded space and didn't relate to the real here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It resonates because the first "AlterEgoTrip" was born as a MySpace alternative account- an alternative to my REAL myspace account because someone had a block on bands but made a final step to interact with me by invite. AlterEgoTrip myspace was deleted after a few weeks of interaction which lead to conflicts.. just as I thought the surface was finally starting to wear away into truth...that very day I deleted that myspace account.. AlterEgoTrip showed up as a youtube channel and a few months later I actually made a first video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guilt the guilt for my feeling of abandoning my geniune friend, Greta for the fact that I deep down wished that Julie could be equally as cool and equally as deep and aware of things. I can't emphisise enough how bad I feel for wishing one person was more like another- especially since both have equally gone through the wringer at such young ages... and naturally come up with different results because of different perspectives and the freedom each one had (or didn't) to make their own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the fight between the two Petes I leave Pete number 3 who also feels distraught about the whole mess to his own life to publishing (probably out to print soon too again as he does one book every 1-2 years).. (I've really got to drop a real painting by him for his birthday! and naturally like always for everyone write something to say "hello")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so many other people who have been left in the silence of my constant shakey ground of my own daily dose of shock..childhood friends also thought of.. also unable to lift up my fingers to say hello with what its worth.. unable to look at my Myspace.. unable to fix up a youtube video and yet I forge ahead to the ground that isn't blocked with feeling of adversion and guilt.. and yet it IS.. it is my second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to take a leap for what its worth and get an actual premium account so I can own land (under the time of my account is in effect and maybe a little more :O) and unlimited uploads (maybe that is not true) and an ability to start my own buisness.. starting with onrez and finally creating vendors and a shop oooooh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest fear is that I too will abandon this in 6 months to a year.. for one reason or another.. and that doesn't appeal to me.. what I need to do is clear up the psychic mess.. its starting to unblock now.. partially because right now my Inlaws are moving giving us the space of the intire house and then its Summer and we have FAMILY time soon, I hope. If it doesn't work out.. or we can't handle it.. then I will be seriously disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already shrugging off the disappointment of my own expectations. I was considering one option also with the land ownership and that was donating land to one of my groups.. but this is the catch.. they need to change the name.. because after what happened with one of the most brilliant youtube members.. I can not allow for the name of youtube to continue without them paying for it. Either that or make a Video Face - Print Head group or a multitasker's group..it is an idea but since I have joined so many groups for free crap.. I have to rotate those if I start an actual group... it seems many within Fab Free do this allot and its nothing to be ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling down.. gearing down.. real life painting may take over if can't learn how to schedual myself so I can do my multi task dreams such as creating a song for Eurovision-- this year??? Fixing my son's new room.. keeping in touch with family.. keeping well and physically active to avoid health problems.. not over doing it!!!! Running about with my little boy---making videos-- painting upstairs and making our own furnishings for that room to multi-task in.. and finally starting a Second Life buisness on top of SUMMER Hollidays.. I feel a bit unrealistic looking at this list, especially when I see that on a daily basis I get caught up in cleaning and cooking for hours on end as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I end up staying up late to fulfill my internet demands and have had delays in making videos I have promised to make (a naked vlogg or one with a naked theme I don't know)..that was before I got the flu.. and I miss my friends my very very real friends over at SP chat but I can no longer stay up so late on Friday because its probably the only contact my husband and I may have for anything close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good but there is a new need for more hours in the day (and night for decent sleep)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I really take this second life leap on top of all this other stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3529992629728711214?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3529992629728711214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3529992629728711214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3529992629728711214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3529992629728711214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/05/taking-that-leap-do-i-need-time-to.html' title='taking that leap.. do I need time to think?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7358560793940839014</id><published>2008-04-09T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:44:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the more I look, the more I realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R_2y0eNu0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uv_0TZH-Vq0/s1600-h/kowloon_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187498960334279378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R_2y0eNu0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uv_0TZH-Vq0/s320/kowloon_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so now my AV is an impression of me at 19 years old.. here I am wandering about the deeper side of Kowloon, the walled city which technically exists as an internet ghost.. "NeoKowloon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending allot of time here because the story, although I didn't know it at first, is really MY story. A city which was torn down. A real city which was in existence, had its own rules and its "government" agreed to getting rid of it, before the changing of hands of Hong Kong to the mainland China.... it was settled in 1987 and its residents forcibly evicted from 1991- 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It mirrors a version of China which is old and chaotic and yet has its own sense of order and rules.. obviously the task of awakening the ghost was done via Japanese people who have become very interested in the story.. interested enough to create a sim.. that is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now in many parts of the world we don't even think about the knocking down of shanty towns and long living cities.. with the people every day.. because of governmental interference with peoples essencial rights to Live someplace... to create a space to live, wether that space be a box or a house. Now with that being said, at this time since China is doing all it can to bring itself up on first impressions as a first world country.. (and repeating many of the mistakes of Mao) forcibly removing people from the land they lived on for many generations and putting cities underwater for the massive hydroelectric project, to bring China into an uncertain future with a the one child policy and scrawny compensation for being forcibly removed to the crappily built "artificial" cities.. ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is happening every day.. and no one has questioned it because China's hosting the Olympics games has become the focus of the world (and China) and an even more perfect view of order is being given... China is the example of what the governments want... and you can't say it is communist policy, because its not a "communist" government which wants to control people as mear toys to be moved about when they choose, its EVERY government with that as a hidden agenda.. to make people more submissive.. in what ever way they need to, and if that means removing a culture or getting rid of them, then that is what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: talking to someone from the sim later on that day I discover that it is the opinion of people in general that it was the British who were at fault destroying Kowloon... where as I believe that it was both British and Mainland China which could not "deal with" the idea of people who had raw and unchallanged will power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7358560793940839014?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7358560793940839014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7358560793940839014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7358560793940839014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7358560793940839014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-i-look-more-i-realize.html' title='the more I look, the more I realize'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R_2y0eNu0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uv_0TZH-Vq0/s72-c/kowloon_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-2147047286957260065</id><published>2008-04-04T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:14:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advert to get paid for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.earn2life.com/process/joinadvertiser.html?AlterEgoTrip"&gt;http://www.earn2life.com/process/joinadvertiser.html?AlterEgoTrip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an advert to earn money like camping only its called... EARN2LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for adverts or even trying to earn money by increasing traffic in areas, but its like camping for that same reason.. If buisnesses within Second life want some additional traffic inside of their area and people to vote and people to look at their goods sometimes they have to go out and get people to walk through the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind there are allot of buisnesses on the Directory they have.. thats what the add is for, a referal to a way to get more traffic as well as a very heavily promoted directory.. I'm not a huge fan of stuff like this but its all part of any idea, to get people moving towards the buisness and actually take a look.. perhaps buisness owners should even ask some of the people walking through their site what they can do to improve it.. you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah never mind me.. I'm not all that empathetic but if one day I become a buisness owner, it would be nice to be able to be a part of a directory that tries to spread around your link to as many people as it can.. for example the Adult adoption agency.. that was really cute.. but then I don't often see the darker sides to things, do I? Anyway, off to the sandbox or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-2147047286957260065?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/2147047286957260065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=2147047286957260065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2147047286957260065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2147047286957260065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/04/advert-to-get-paid-for.html' title='Advert to get paid for...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5363244790114582655</id><published>2008-03-18T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:51:46.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my adventures into employment via Linden Labs..</title><content type='html'>In my small research and the aplication to the Linden labs as inworld employee.. I discover the reason why there are SO many freaking barbies..(aside from the Alady Shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the creators were employed by Mattel and Disney corperation.. is it only an escape from that mindset, style, design or is it an attempt to take those embedded images to another level to a world where we are expected to face it on a more personal, face to face situation? As residents are we able to discern what is the agenda of Linden Labs? Is there an agenda or is this too a babbling from one of the disconteded..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattel is the product lable of "Barbie", now does it surprise you after knowing this that so many AVs look like "Barbies" (and "Kens")? With this also in mind, the majority of the designers who make prim shoes create them with this mindset of "feet set to "0"" what I consider a "Barbie" feature as well, as the doll always had amazingly small feet.. which brings used to frustrate me to no end.. until I got an actual doll that had flat and larger feet and even made some of my own bigger "dolls" in clay with beautiful chunky little feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the train of thought, I find myself wondering how much of Barbie's design has gone into the female form of SL? And with that in mind, the idea of castles, Disney and "Kink" comes to mind as well... I always thought that Disney had a darker underbelly lerking within its messages and films.... there was always a feeling in my gut concerning the latest 30-40 years of film which has come out from this mega giant media monopoly... it is like the drawing and character design was all a secret langauge of "good is beautiful and evil is ugly" but in reality we all know that the myths of Christian faith portray the devil as a handsome man (and within the ideas of the more Jewish myths as a drop dead gorgous woman explained to me by someone).  And why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in our cultural reality the multitude of serial killers had a handsome face and charm to lure the victims they selected.. so it only makes sense to me that we should be conditioned into that devilish little trap of looking at people's outter layer.. and not even focus upon their inner content. Its a trap that makes little girls dream of beauty contests (or is it their mother's dreams?) and even if beauty is not the end all be all, it reduces all that is good into a simple equasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for men the aquasition of the beautiful, the princessess.. it basicly is an equasion that makes certain that even if you are a good person, hunched over with a deformed back and ringing a bell in seclusion, you are only going to be the "friends" of the girls you love, and its always going to be that "handsome prince" who is going to get the girl in the end.. as the story is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even still as Disney fights against that idea, in so many of its cute films with the same message about beauty and populatarity such as "Encino Man".. there is always a glitch in how they present their message, as even if  the Cave "kid" was no longer covered in mud and cleaned up well, and was his own person, he was well formed and handsome enough to make my mother swoon and determined to see this film on every rerun its shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand this idealistic vision of people as real, and presented as real.. there is another message that was given to me.. (I guess my problem is that I want something deeper and it doesn't matter who the "actor" is as long as I feel something about the sincerity) the message was, in questioning the "IDEAL" when I did that, the very simplistic view of someone who I grew up was "who wants to see a film with a bunch of "ugly people" in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified at this thought..because it brought up to the surface the real reason it bothered me so.. because it came down to a select few deciding what visual human beauty was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5363244790114582655?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5363244790114582655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5363244790114582655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5363244790114582655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5363244790114582655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-adventures-into-employment-via.html' title='my adventures into employment via Linden Labs..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3571469170383389793</id><published>2008-03-17T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:13:42.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate covered silk zombies and Irish dancing</title><content type='html'>Last week, before I got so distracted with making things, I had a visit from Sayax who donated some money to the cause of creating things in SL.. and I showed him a few portrait AVs I made.. and it was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day in the morning for me, I found myself at home in my house at SL after an adventure in Nexus Prime.. I got there because I looked at my chess board's creator's profile. It was interesting to find an older sim so far back.. with a story line and streaming media, that at the time I could not access and now I can't because I've been so busy. Ah but it was an adventure.. I took out the bicycle blimp and made an air examination after going though some of the main buildings earlier.. spooky but facinating stuff.. a person could really be taken in there. The atmosphere is filled with intrique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So noting more about prims I realized my chess board was far too large.. so I had to put it away. :( so my instalation is no longer a chess party. But I got a low prim auto playing harp and then Space and Django came over and showed me some of what they found in the Hungarian sim... "silks" (as in Fish and Silk :P ) for free with the name Chocolate.. and a dance bracelet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the semi nudity was insane.. and the dancing was insane it was very Dionysian to the harp music and the flapping of the freebie silks.. and the skin showing OMG!! :D it was so funny I had to do it too.. and Space and Django to make things even funnier found some beat up skins with scars and bruises.. so it was like they were zombies and stuff... where as I was trying to cover up and where the silks trying to find something to match up but the dancing didn't make it easier, and neither did seeing my fat arse!!! :D man I did make my AV just the right size..I could see the back fat AND my arse fat!!! If only I too had a scared skin.. but IRL is good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I ended covering myself in butterflies and flowers to cover the naughty places since my skin wasn't as PG as I wanted it to be. It was really funny.. but I guess you had to be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Vidd showed up we tried to start this up again, but we got ejected from the platform high above and while I was falling... I was trying to get dressed in something more covering.. and just as I was falling, I got this message someone dressed as a white tiger was in my house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a week later, a white wolf was in my house, while I was looking for my parasol..and it barked at me..and then I asked "how can I help you?" and it ran away.. Strange.. I even tried to follow it on the map with no luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3571469170383389793?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3571469170383389793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3571469170383389793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3571469170383389793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3571469170383389793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/03/chocolate-covered-silk-zombies-and.html' title='Chocolate covered silk zombies and Irish dancing'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5420971292613467357</id><published>2008-03-09T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T05:19:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On an island, an exile</title><content type='html'>Under the radar of most views.. I am there.. funny how someone ELSE used my former words.. now I must make new phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so beneath an underground fortress, built of trust and companionship..we are..we become united in the force of a friendship of commonalities, creativity, a sense of fun and a lack of alterior motives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect the ones missing should ever read this.. they exiled us, and put themselves on an island in their own enabling world. When I come to think of how I see people toss aside people valuable people in their lives.. but then again there were red flags. I was finally let in on some information, but then it made the mystery even more mysterious.. because one should never within a relationship answer any form of love with bitterness, hatred and apathy... if IT had been that way..but even still this is what is wrong with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact I would never treat my own husband, if he were on SL and messed about, I mean really messed about too (nothing minor) in a way that he was a dog to be diciplined.. and perhaps emotionaly beaten.. tell him to cut off all contact and walk away..from all of his friends. Because you can't answer LOVE with HATE... but in a way people who do are the ultimate confomists.. because they fear and feel threatened by someone who is not really "there", even in real life, someone my husband and I met.. a beautiful girl, I was there enjoying her company and my husband said.. "she wants me" in front of his friends and I.. then he followed it with "but she would have to pay..but you I give myself for free.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said "I agree.. If I were you, I'd go for it.." and winked.. "she's gourgous!!!" because there was no way I could compete.. but at the same time.. I did agree.. she was totally stunning.. and younger.. what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never answer LOVE or anything along that level with HATE.. no wonder why his male friends said "wow, you have a great wife!!" and as far I kept in touch with Cia for a few years after that too.. because she was totally sweet..not just beautiful (PS.. it was all talk for my husband and nothing happened between them because she was after all a girlfriend to a friend of his) I think we were both moved by her beauty.. thats what happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few friends IRL, some of them have impulses which makes it hard for them to see their friends as just friends.. but someone they love. That is not a problem.. not really, the problem is when he/she crosses the line to where everyone is potentially a sexual conquest because of the lusty impulses.. and with that, I understand that people get hurt, but I understand why it happens.. its because no one can control the heart, and in order for them to control or have control over their "heart" they have strong urges to consumate any and all relationships which move them.. in a way it helps them to purge themselves, but it comes at the price of many lost friends and a hard time dealing with people they have very close relationships with, especially those who are outside of that "area", due to a lack of avaliablity on their part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I would have been on the same track.. because I do actually find myself delighted with people.. all genders and all appearances.. there use to be a real genuine fight inside of me, but its not there any longer, I do what I do, but I'm not out to love someone.. or make them love me.. I have that at home.. a family at home.. but friendships are actually one of the deepest loves you can have aside from love of your children; and when a person has very few friends due to the fact that they cannot share themselves with another person.. or feel that being friends with anyone but a partner are they not also obviously guilty of that impulse.. only they shun it and hate it when it comes up in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me IRL, of those times where its a whole new school season.. its the beginning.. and with beginnings you get all that new stuff.. and I was a compulsive doodler, I would cover my new notebooks in cartoons and doodles and words and scribbles... and I would say every season.. "this time I'm not going to scribble on my fresh new notebook..." and every time it would last about 2 weeks but that same urge would happen.. being that I would draw comics in class.. and couldn't be discouraged even with continued confiscation and trips to the principle's office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day.. I stopped, and in stopping I lost a bit of my soul..because it didn't make it stop just to stop, but rather it took the compulsiveness of my creative urge away..but with some of that being gone, I am only half the artist I was when I was a child...because with that came the impulse and made my will bend me. And was it an unhealthy thing after all? Maybe all those visits to the head office fucked up my head.. made them think they were actually doing something to create my conformity after all and that I am a brainwashed fool for it all.. and yes, I am only half the artist I could have been because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have been like my brother and fall in to a pack mentality and see where that would have lead me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the love of anything? It is the thing that makes us better than just human.. it is the glory and the proof of existance of the soul..... and had it been Me doing the "pursuing" I offer a few things to contradict this idea.. and one is I gave many vitual gifts to all of my "friends" It was because it was a nice thing to do, so if someone thought I was just giving THEM anything, it wasn't just them, it was nothing personal but it was personalized.. and it goes with the teritory of being a friend of mine.. Had the "wife" been there where I could see her, she would have also been showered in gifts.. I only felt guilty that I didn't find ones that cost more points so when that happened I ended up giving more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was that the problem.. I gave Gifts to OTHER people??? Did that mean, you weren't the ONLY ONE???? OMG, Jealousy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. thats got to hurt!! Jealousy and paranioa.. I forgive you for being human and having these feelings which crop up out of a feeling of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now make your appologies and refriend your friends and back away from me with a better explanation than I have given here and I will accept it.. but don't cut yourself off from those who love you.. outside your self made island of exile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I feel bad for any woman who should feel a threat from a cartoon lady who is a real person who has a family and is MORE than 10 years older than YOU..a person as a "fan" of yours and wanted, possibly all too late because of your lack of being with all of us, wanted to be your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5420971292613467357?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8645409614454536109</id><published>2008-03-08T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:21:29.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So just what IS missing in SL?</title><content type='html'>There are allot of things missing in Second Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;Dreadlocks&lt;br /&gt;Decent Goblin hats&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Viking Beserkers&lt;br /&gt;Vitual Punk Venues (it seems)&lt;br /&gt;African Music&lt;br /&gt;Signs of how to avoid people with hidden agendas&lt;br /&gt;Genuine Bravery&lt;br /&gt;Clarity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8645409614454536109?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3175209022479130379</id><published>2008-03-05T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:52:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at Grendel's</title><content type='html'>So since I had so little time on my hands.. and then when I finally did, I went to Grendel's where they have special avatars at affordable prices.. and used my camping money to obtain a Will o the Wisp, for about 15 lindens... kind of symbolic of how I feel.. kind of like those lonely little dangerous lights out on the moors luring and taunting people into danger.. bogs.. pits and the eventual quicksand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a package of fish shapes, dragonflies and "no face"..(no face was totally free) and since My son and I are huge fans of Spirited Away.. a no face avatar seemed fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wishes to join Second Life or is a part of Second Life and finds it interesting to film a shot of a Person playing a game of chess with a gold fish.. don't be shy, leave a comment and join me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3175209022479130379?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3175209022479130379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3175209022479130379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3175209022479130379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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told... I mean seriously.. I must be an evil bitch.. and the entire world utterly utterly hates me.. I should seriously have a party about it because I was going to write a ps note and say, I'm sorry I didn't say so earlier, but happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not looking for empathy.. only explainations... its all I was asking for..its seriously weird to provoke so much apathy or hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't want drama. *roll eyes here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7945268273566384188?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7945268273566384188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7945268273566384188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7945268273566384188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7945268273566384188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-im-utterly-confused.html' title='Now I&apos;m utterly confused!!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1344684382323439462</id><published>2008-03-02T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:05:57.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it something I said?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I say things.. it may hurt or insult or just annoy.. what did I say this last time????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like someone is avoiding me.. and I don't really know why... but my writting is sucky unless its fictional..or dramatic at times.. but I've had a belly full of drama IRL and I want a small sip of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself grow colder and darker, my ability to speak stressed by a sore throat and earaches...I am screaming out, in my heart to communicate something, but music doesn't feel effective, nor do words. Things are changing here at home... and with the changes always comes a feeling of hesitation because transitional phases in life are always places of danger as well as new energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy about getting more space, but sad about less resources.. but I want to turn it around.. make resources from my imagination as I was meant to work.. another reason SL had become so important to me.. aside from friendships, meaningful and finally people I  can relate to friendships.. and I fear that it is being taken from me... in one way or another.. and there is no person in the world who is rich enough to lose a friend, a real friend that is.. or a genunine person who can be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendship between my husband and I is often stressed because we ask so much from each other..it becomes more or less parental.. this is why I fear to ask much from my friends, because I feel once you HAVE to ask so much... you risk losing the value of the freedom that happens between people being like children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My approach to SL has been this way.. as IRL, I'm thrilled by attention, as any child would be, but I'm avoiding situations where I seek it or it me..and like children when we find a person to really talk to us, are we not "in love" with that? Do you remember what it was when you were a child and you were just walking home from school and one of your class mates asks if you could come to their home and play? Wasn't it just the dearest feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about that feeling when your good friend moved away.. and you were left all alone? Or what about those times when you had to move away and make all new friends....? If it didn't hurt.. you weren't fucking human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best songs I've personally ever written were not about "love".. but about friendships gone bad.. because love in its nature is frail, where as I see friendships as strong and healthy and can stand up and fight for themselves.. but oh how it does cut up your heart when people missunderstand you or betray..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing about friendships most of all is not that they "help" you in anyway.. maybe they do, maybe they don't.. but it is the joy and connection with people..and the ablity to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two of my friends got into a fight, I am standing in the middle.. and although I said "hello" its worse than being friends with two people you were friends with before they divorced!!! And now I don't say hello to either one so much and hope for one thing only - that they will see beyond their differences, put aside the problems that conflict has caused,, appologize and remember what they mean to each other... because they were BEST friends, but not taking sides here.. both are firey Aries!!! (Aries IS my 11th house cusp so it doesn't surpise me that these firey, charismatic  types ARE my friends!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in SL, I wonder if they could come around for tea and have a little talk? I mean I'd love to see them both there.. really, and desire not to seperate one section of my life for another.. and maybe introduce them to my friends via youtube and SL...it would be so cool.. since everyone is in the music industry in one way or another..and most of all.. I would love to win back the real friendship that was between my husband and I before we became what we are now.. (what ever that IS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of March is our aniversery..2001, and although techincally we never did do that American thing and actually "marry" there is a legal and binding contract beween two people who live together like marrage but without all that bloodtest, witness.. whatever.. my engagement ring says his name and the 4th of March.. and this is two years after I moved to Sweden... almost to the date, but only almost. Today is that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out there now and hug you friends today.. and tell them you miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1344684382323439462?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1344684382323439462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1344684382323439462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1344684382323439462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1344684382323439462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/03/was-it-something-i-said.html' title='Was it something I said?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1529940855553517035</id><published>2008-03-01T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:54:35.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never never land</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Metamophisis to a Tiny party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my tiny costume the first thing I got the notice, which was 15 minute before the party started!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the smallest avatar I had.. (non modifiyable :P) and dressed her up in a gold mascarade ballet outfit I aquired with high heels, a black feather fan and dragonfly wings.. and danced most of the night with a teddybear with what he called "attitude" from Spain.. Craneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still wasn't as fun as finally getting armour and shooting a long bow out in the sandbox with Vidd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of crazy and fun.. and vitually bloodthirsty as Vidd said I looked !! I want to go and find a decent sim to really let loose some of these arrows upon.. I think its time to go Zombie hunting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1529940855553517035?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1529940855553517035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1529940855553517035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1529940855553517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1529940855553517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/03/never-never-land.html' title='Never never land'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8407754629292522932</id><published>2008-02-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:49:42.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all in a day's adventure?</title><content type='html'>Ok so when I saw that Vidd was around last night.. I went over to his house to bother him..well I hope I wasn't bothering him. I finally went to see the attic in his little house where he spends most of his time creating stuff.. like a mad scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just hanging around and for some reason we got started on the inventory list and like me, Vidd forgot what the name of that Star Trek outfit was called.. because it wasn't searchable unders Star Trek but rather Voyager.. which doesn't really come to mind easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up talking about some armour so we were going to the shop as soon as Vidd change his clothes because he didn't want to be seen in the Star Trek gear..:P and then when I got to OMFG I kept getting booted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it had been a very long day.. I ended up calling it a night.. (sorry Vidd) I just couldn't handle the espulsion from the internet any more and I was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRL I had to push myself to do some things like go and take my son to his fave place to get some bubble bath bombs and stuff..and then I let him take a look at the drum kit at a shop in that area..  and then we took the scenic route walking down the narrow streets on the Northern part of Södermalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the real possiblity of a video may be out soon of real life and a little adventure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son wants DRUMS.. no more no less, and cymbals too.. I think he deserves it! He's been working really hard and was very good when we went out.. We walked in the rain for a few hours actually, from the bus, and the train and then to the shop by Stockholm's Södra station.. and then when we went the crazy way down the street after seeing that it was the very high veiw of the typical Stockholm stuff like Ryderholman and Statshuset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was a good moment to take out the camera in spite of the massive rain. And then we took the lift down to Slussen station to get to our train to Högdalen and then we walked and walked lost in the rain to find the indoor play house where you pay and let your kid run about like a manic.. yeah thats cool.. while I jumped up every few minutes seeing that he wasn't getting into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we got a ride home! And so you understand why my day was really a bit less than perfect for me.. with this stupid cold and everything yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8407754629292522932?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8407754629292522932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8407754629292522932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8407754629292522932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8407754629292522932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-in-days-adventure.html' title='all in a day&apos;s adventure?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7464017804503670185</id><published>2008-02-26T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:44:30.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting hooked on clothes for my dolly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R8PQm25DtWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c2gujiHLlxA/s1600-h/pick_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171206163139900770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R8PQm25DtWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c2gujiHLlxA/s320/pick_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R8PQXm5DtVI/AAAAAAAAACw/fPFi20Qp3x0/s1600-h/pick_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171205901146895698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R8PQXm5DtVI/AAAAAAAAACw/fPFi20Qp3x0/s320/pick_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see allot of potential with clothing.. there is so much to learn about different body types.. so everyone could easily be their own personal dress adviser.. my "dolly" has a short thick body... just like me.. I think I have most of the proportions correct..save for the feet because I just can't get the pretty shoes in my proportionally correct shoe size.. and so because of that I made the hands smaller too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I supsect I'm about to turn this into a fasion blogg if I don't watch out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7464017804503670185?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7464017804503670185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7464017804503670185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7464017804503670185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7464017804503670185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-hooked-on-clothes-for-my-dolly.html' title='getting hooked on clothes for my dolly...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R8PQm25DtWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c2gujiHLlxA/s72-c/pick_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6572757827478032869</id><published>2008-02-25T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:18:08.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth or dare machine'/><title type='text'>Truth OR Dare!!!</title><content type='html'>Today Django took us to see a "Truth or Dare" machine in the area.. he found in the Hungarian section close to the place where we all "live" in SL.. So the three of us played the bottle spin with a truth or dare kind of thing going on.. it was wacky too.. especially those DARES!!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems Space got all the fun questions.. Django seemed to get the lion's share of the dares.. because we were all picking on random, and I got all the deeply personal questions for some reason.. it was like the machine had an intelligence to its random questions.. and was obviously most curious about me..LOL...And although we were in a PG area, the questions really dealt on issues of sex , sexuality, suicide, necrophila, murder and money and what would you be willing to do for money both IRL and in SL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dares were a little silly..too such as "strip down to your underwear and accept a landmark from one of the other players and teleport there and Shout out "I'm So Horny!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humuculo would have had fun.. had he been there.. Vidd showed up later on and it was great to have another player, but by then the questions were getting a little recycled...and the machine was orbiting us randomly when it was our turns as well.. it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have fun and this was seriously addictive.. I stayed on a long time because of this game.. thats why I have to cut it short tomorow to go somewhere with my son even if I am not feeling well because I feel bad that he had to hang with his grandmother all day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can try that game again, but not too soon, maybe every so often though with a group on maybe a Sunday? Ah it would be fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6572757827478032869?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6572757827478032869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6572757827478032869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6572757827478032869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6572757827478032869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-or-dare.html' title='Truth OR Dare!!!'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-2765305196292264745</id><published>2008-02-22T16:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:48:32.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life fashion freebies fabulously free in SL'/><title type='text'>a formal tea party..</title><content type='html'>There was much dancing and great amount of clasical music.. it seemed kind of cool and I liked the people for being somewhat at ease with more so called uncomfortable topics such as religion, politics and sex-- since those topics as a rule are generally taken as off limits by most, and started talking one to one with someone who represented themselves as a scientist.. on the topic of metaphysics. This always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d8d0c8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to meet people who are lively and smart.. charming but not crude.. maybe the occasional cheeky comment.. a little spice to life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly I will be coming back to their parties.. and perhaps bringing friends if they wish to go as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing an Far Eastern red and black formal outfit.. but mine was naturally different what was there.. but just as long, a wonderful freebie I got at House of Zen, a freebie feather fan I got from the Hera shop, and the freebie Tesla Mary Jane shoes from Fab Free HQ. I wouldn't normally post what I was wearing in such detail, but I wanted to emphise that I spent no lindens to create what I wore.. and even though it was different in style because it was a Far Eastern themed outfit compared to the tradtional Western formal dress, it looked nice and didn't stand out as being outside of taste.. or the theme of formal wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories yet to come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-2765305196292264745?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/2765305196292264745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=2765305196292264745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2765305196292264745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/2765305196292264745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/formal-tea-party.html' title='a formal tea party..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1274661067527303144</id><published>2008-02-21T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:25:54.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar: What do we wish to express about ourselves, or not about our selves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R75zClThqeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Te781S1Khbk/s1600-h/altert_003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169695910478850530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R75zClThqeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Te781S1Khbk/s320/altert_003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R75xZVThqcI/AAAAAAAAABw/gY5UzimLL2Q/s1600-h/snapwastelandrextangle003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169694102297618882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R75xZVThqcI/AAAAAAAAABw/gY5UzimLL2Q/s320/snapwastelandrextangle003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks after sheading the newbie skin, the skin I was so attached to because it was the only one that made sense at the time, I am given to believe in this progress there was much that I needed to learn.. some people learn faster than others, where as I, as in real life put up with what I was given..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon hitting one of my first freebe lovely skin with freckles called "Another Skin"..I found something which felt positive, realistic and yet also beautiful. Maybe it was the variety in make up, maybe it was the way that the lumincent tones between the shadows and pinkish blush looked.. not to mention how realistic the freckles also looked... I discovered an artist to contribute to the art of the avatar, her name is Eloh..and she's a brilliant creator!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside the first hair I bought, when I got to the Gnubie shop at Indigo, I bought first, a pair of eyes. I love them too, so much I tried to look for the shop they came from, but it was no longer around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was stuck still looking for the perfect eyes.. well last weekend I found a pair, and in my possesion I also had a nice short hair cut I found two weeks previous that I didn't even try on before I was fiddling around with my "Male Crow Skin" you see, I found a shop that allowed me to get the skin as an award for sitting 100 minutes in a chair... so under that time I purchased, remotely with the mouse look, a beautiful pair of eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end result was a difinitively clearer look, and although my own husband said, "it doesn't look like you" my son said it did.. but then again he corrects me too when I say "the lady", he corrects me with "thats you.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though my avatar isn't awesomely beautiful, the goal was to compose it as an element of myself.. and project an element of my "self"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me if this is FACT or Fiction because I just realized some people have a problem telling the difference and I'm the one acting all Autistic and stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I talked to Humuculo he gave me a teleport to his location, the location was a photosphere.. they are supposed to be a great resource when using GREEN SCREEN (something I have the capacity and software for).. I walked around and took a look at the pose ball on one which was a flying carpet, the one in front of me and sat down.. Immediately Humuculo rested his head on my lap by using the other pose ball.. I was a little shocked.. but then it changed poses and it was a face to face one.. and I was thinking and saying "NoooOOOOOooo" as in that wasn't what I came here for.. NOW this is the Fictional part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After looking into the hollowed out eye sockets of my little friend I immediately in my own defence, mind you, jabbed my little fingers deep into those caverns.. hoping to inflict what I could give for pain on a little dwarfly skull man.. and he backed off.. as I pushed him off the pose ball and onto the ground bellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dusting himself off, he took this oportunity to put on a jaunty little barett.. and said in a funny accent.. "now I am a photographer.. now you will refer to me as master of the photosphere...." and I backed up a second and laughed to myself.. "ah, sure..." and wondered what this funny little man was going to do, or try to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did mention I liked DoctorMetropolis jacket... and would like to know where he got it if at all possible.. he tapped his cane.. (did I mention he had a cane.. a grand walking stick of strange size and shape with a bling diamond on top??) as he walked with a lame foot.. twisted about the wrong way from perhaps the push I gave him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then preceded to guide me to the other photosphere.. with on pose ball.. and said.. to me to push the arrows to change poses.. but it did seem AWEFULLY suspcious... but I thought, I can knock him down to the ground if he pulls anything again.. since I did secure a machine gun, which I hear I may need in the future, being a woman and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the poses were not so bad, but I had to wonder, why this day, why now, what is going on.. and I thought it was NOTHING.. but little did I know he was trying out X ray eyes!!!!! That bastard!!!! What Nerve!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all the while he was taking photos, he was having a little peep show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Space and Django came to my rescue.. he took off the barret and brought DoctorMetropolis over to have an agruement, all in front of me.. but after that, he gave me something to kill me and deleted all records of ever knowing me..but I survived the poison long enough to take this notation down.. that maybe it may be too late for me.. but not for SarryCrey.. look out babe.. look out!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah but I suvived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes me too long to concentrait on the techincal matters, and my learning style, although I learn fast, I need quiet for me to concentrait, after all I am an elite craftsperson..and can use NON virtual tools such as kilns, acetylene-air soldering with silver and other precious metals, and most fun, molten glass..where even an expert can lose up to 50% of the work due to a number of things which naturally go wrong. But now in the isolation of an environment were even painting is a chore, what am I to do with my mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer - learn new things and explore new possiblities, otherwise I would be like a bird thrashing its wings against the bars of a cage of circumstances.. you either stop thrashing or die or possibly find another way to express flight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we all are expressing aspects of our personalities, and some of us even need not only more than one main avatar (which is quite normal, as is "dress up") but even more than one account to express whats inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one with the snakeskin background is by him... the one with my newbie look is in the wastlands with Django..and I'm wearing a pair of bat wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note that I did edit this, but still not enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1274661067527303144?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1274661067527303144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1274661067527303144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1274661067527303144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1274661067527303144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/avatar-what-do-we-wish-to-express-about.html' title='Avatar: What do we wish to express about ourselves, or not about our selves?'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R75zClThqeI/AAAAAAAAACA/Te781S1Khbk/s72-c/altert_003.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-6337723481509116229</id><published>2008-02-20T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:51:42.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky castles and flying zombies..</title><content type='html'>From what Django tells me and from what I have seen, all SL castles are kinky.. the way it works I guess. The other night/day I was hanging with Vidd and there was a crazy castle with crazy stuff in there.. bath stuff and fountains and weirdo posing balls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were mostly kinky if you picked the female one.. so I just picked the male one when I sat down on the chairs and sofas and stuff to test out what was going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidd is funny and will aways try out these things.. where as... I can read.. I don't want to see it. But that night I was getting so logged out and bounced and booted and what ever.. it just didn't like me. So I eventually had to give up and then some people showed up in the castle anyway.. so it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one of our friends who lived in the area bought some land... she got two lots, for a reasonable SL price, one to keep and one to rent.. and near that area there was a strange little place.. an island attached to another island by a bridge that was not off limits to visiters. There was a grave stone and these dummy things to practice targets on-- and if you touch the grave.. a zombie would come out and go after you.. it was scary! I thought to myself within the grasp of the zombie.. I hope they don't fly... and started to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I did sooner said than done.. guess what was following me... a freaky flying death zombie.. well I didn't know that the touch of the undead wasn't dangerous but I wasn't going to find out the hard way.. so it was time to run away and investigate the castle in the fog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only explored two rooms.. the living room had a bar, you know that was a little odd, but a BED? A fire place with rug.. the naughty kind, a piano with nothing fishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sofa, which wasn't fishy and then finally a kitchen with dishwasher, but still you had a dishwashing at the sink pose which only told me how perverted the owner was.. .. making people wash dishes when they have a dish washer!! The nerve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen would have been cool with the exception of one thing... the cabinet doors were exactly the same as mine IRL and mine are like 20 years old.. (anyone who wants them please.. ask me and just come over and take them away...in Sweden, but hey they are free with the removal, I think they will clean up easily and stain with a nicer colour than the one I have which strangely enough was also the same as the castle's colour!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I earned my lindens by going to this place to paint a picture.. but the pay wasn't AS good as the one that I go to which is just one lone place to lay on the beach.. it was 5 every 30 minutes in an area which sold really wild stuff.. photorealistic sexy skins and the odd body part and other very very non-pg stuff, but it is hardly as difficult as getting my head around the fake doctor incident that Django and Space reported to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advert there about it is practically child pornography..a "real" doctor who belongs to the "Association of Fake Doctors".. and they would like to lead you to believe you are getting a real doctor, a woman, but instead it happens to be a man... posing as an Asian woman, and the interests shown on the profile makes me feel, if this were an real doctor, I would have the licence revoked... but this is cartoon stuff right? Some people don't see the need to regulate such behaviours.. but when it comes to using people, which this doctor does, by not only charging 500 linden for 20 minute examination but preying upon young people..its illegal on all ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think other people who were there can describe the situation much better than I can, because I wasn't there, but I read the advert, and then finally the profile of the person it was clear to me, there are a few violent peversions being expressed in his time in SL.. seriously, even still I would report the advert as a clearly child porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I though? Not yet.. I don't want to have to get too close to report anything like that.. probably owns a castle as well as a "doctor's office".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as castles go, I really don't know what attracts people to want to build one just to use it as a porno toy, but hey, different things... but if it were so different, why so many pick out the same crap? It goes beyond me.. but then again it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as zombie slaughter, we had a fun time doing that!!! Django says to me.. I want to take some photos of you getting the zombie... and I was like "no but maybe if I had a gun or something... " but then I tried out some weaponry.. and I totally suck!!! I can't believe I couldn't even swing a club or shoot a machine gun.. so I relyed upon my insanity to slaughter zombies.. sometimes more than one coming out of the grave at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the mouse look, but that crap wasn't working and from my view, I was just getting the evil eye from those nasty old zombie stares... I was hoping that my club was smacking them but I ended up sitting on the zombie head and then the zombie goes flying up... trying to get me but they can't cos I'm on its head!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same time more zombies are coming after me.. Django is laughing his arse off so hard he nearly falls out of his chair in real life and Space has to come down to see if he's ok and then she sees the zombie slaughter (most likley I suck and they are slaughtering me!!) and then to make matters worse, the club makes me walk like a caveman.. and I'm wearing a Star Trek uniform.. while trying to smack zombies... with their heads up my arse!! Its uncomforable at best.. and yes I too was laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to defete the zombies one needs a smile.. and a can of zombie repelent (and maybe a tooth brush too, well it couldn't hurt) and a huge club for head wacking.... but Django and Space had it down.. they had their machine guns out!! Zomies coming out in groups larger than 4 when I last looked.. but it was time to stop all the slaughter.. and bid everyone a good night/(day in my case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could slaughter SL scum as easily as those zombies.. well, first things first, you have to be armed and you have to know what you are doing.. and experience always counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the fish camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah that was another story.. and the "Dancing With Humuculo" was cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got other stories to tell and other things to write down, but I'm not ever sure about how much or who wants to hear.. and of course the real danger of writing anything is the fine line between good writing and overshare.. as a friend told me long ago, and I try to keep myself far on the more positive side of that line, foolish as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-6337723481509116229?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/6337723481509116229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=6337723481509116229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6337723481509116229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/6337723481509116229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/kinky-castles-and-flying-zombies.html' title='Kinky castles and flying zombies..'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5595244446037282174</id><published>2008-02-14T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:08:20.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s adventures drama black out dancing with humuculo salsa slow dance'/><title type='text'>Blackmail in red envelopes.. and slow dancing with Humuculo</title><content type='html'>It was St. Valentine's day for me.. or was it for them? I can't recall that small detail and yet there was a vague rememberance of dancing involved... damnit that little skelleton headed dwarf, Humuculo must have slipped something in my drink... I recall arriving there in the day time..and watching Space and Django dancing a slow dance.. and Metropolis and Humuculo were there dancing Salsa.. and suddenly it went dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird and such because I damned well came there in the daytime but the sugestion to turn off the sun was taken..to see the stars, moon and planets much better.. and we were dancing on of all things lilly pads.. and suddenly I was dancing the Salsa with Humuculo.... things were spinning.. I felt giddy.. I don't know what happened but sugested a slow dance.. WELL I didn't know what was to happen NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been that spacey music or something that Munky slipped in my drink.. but then we were slow dancing face to skull.. the details went black with my face lamp.. I woke up the next day... and someone said they had photos to prove it.. but my friend Humuculo blackmailed me... but not directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was like the last time we danced.. but we danced the tango.. he seemed taller.. and he said to me the most romantic thing "your feet don't smell.." ah how I did swoon.. even after all those tricks they played on me.. that Humuculo and our good good friend, Doctor Metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, the blackmailers changed their toons.. and deleted the pictures with a few bribes...but I wanted to see what happened.. so I could at least remember it for a moment.. but since being drugged on that day, its only been a dizzy spinny blurr of dance and ambiance music... and falling down drunk into the water only to disappear to another place.. the space of dreams and of black outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me Humuculo? Was it the pair of you who conspired against me, poor innocent me?.. ah possibly not.. I was just blamed for choosing the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must remember NOT to look into the eyes which can never look back.. for they are only out to steal your soul... and your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5595244446037282174?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5595244446037282174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5595244446037282174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5595244446037282174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5595244446037282174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/blackmail-in-red-envelopes-and-slow.html' title='Blackmail in red envelopes.. and slow dancing with Humuculo'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5933886891340210879</id><published>2008-02-13T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:51:27.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oily Fish n' Silk" by request</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? I think I want to talk about the enjoyment of the perpective of people even if they are often just on the edge of being offensive to some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take in point the time Doctor Metropolis brought up the film with Tom Cruise in it "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089469/"&gt;Legend&lt;/a&gt;" damnit going to have to link this one up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned my "twin" Thomas who was crazy about that dress..how he went on and on about the black dress in hell.. ect.. and Doctor Metropolis said of course.. they did the lighting to make it beautiful, it was a flimsy thing that would probably fall apart if anyone wore it and he added it probably didn't look so great in the daylight.. and it isn't like I myself DON'T think those things... but he actually said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd be like the perfect person to read bedtime stories to kids to reveil the darker side of the symbols in them..since I do that kind of thing all the time to myself.. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed that unveiling of the reality, it was a gentle reminder of what I say to other people all the time.. maybe not in so well phrased sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there on the topic of unicorns.. because Legend was about the devil (played by Tim Curry, no less) wanting to kill the last of the unicorns.. and because I was lured into &lt;a href="http://secondlife.com/"&gt;Second Life&lt;/a&gt; by way of unicorn. Its not like I didn't get what I wanted either.. all was truth in advertising, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was to change.. but for many people life changes in a different way.. Nash for example, he shuns his friends, (and bans them from his house for just simply rezzing stuff) People shoot at us, and he's pretending he don't know us.. and then finally he made his friends who he's known for years IRL wait 20 minutes while a bimbo gets dressed.. (well if that was "dressed" I hate to see what undressed was!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was all shiny and oily.. and half naked..no mostly naked.. someone said.. that is an interesting bathing suit you have there.. and she said it was her silks. This skin she was wearing was shiny to look like she was oily. Nash only knew her for about a day...but he knew his other friends there many years longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all that.. and the fact it was causing a bit of tension.. I finally, before we left changed my avatar into "Nash bait".. red hair, light green eyed, long legged hot chick in skimpy outfit and high heels. It did make a point but what point I didn't know.. because it was just probably the shock value I was into... because he was all "Alter what did you do to yourself??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to make a point that my cartoon was easily changable.. just as anyhone else's.. Ask Humuculo, if a man can be a little skull running about in SL what else can't one do?  ..and it was Nash who seems very suspicious and saying "Dude" to Sylvie..when I wouldn't be surprised if Oily Fish n' Silk chick turned out to be a boy..I mean unless he KNOWS, how can he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really apreciate that other people have commented about my writing style.. I've been writing lately mostly for myself, but earlier I was a pretty random blogger before I ditched all that writing because it all got too personal and too complex, and in my personal life, there was no room for that, so when people actually say its OK about me writing about what happened from my perspective, I started doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this.. maybe in the next few days or in the next year... or years, (WHO knows?) you are one of the elite, my previous Live Journal blogg, (deleted October 2006) was read by, at least on a random basis by Momus and Pete Shelley.. who were very kind to encourage me, it was also read by my friends who deleted their accounts at Myspace (the summer of Myspacecide) and some who didn't delete.. some I have met many I have not met.. and all many who have touched my heart in only a few lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creation of Astrosphinx.se was when I was experiementing with an idea of a travel blogg.. but never really took off with that.. but is now mostly converted to "life", "dreams" and synchronicity events.. but also its gotten to be more of an alterative to trying to understand the Argonautic from within, so many spectrums!.. there are so many things happening.. so much synchronicity.. just within our mear names and the places we go.. and what we read in almost any texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can come down to a thought, a single thought, focused and pure.. or a word in the ear of the correct person will direct me to understanding the nature of how one person can start a chain reaction and change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of the written word, electronic texts as opposed to texts on a page.. it would have been much harder to destroy it all in a fit of all or nothing type rage  (you know, when someone says, you write well BUT remove this) and you say to yourself.. if I comprimise then I will continue to comprimise.. so if you love my writing so much...I said.. you will not say that OR you will suffer when I delete..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deleted my diaries before, but this was not digital, it was fire because I didn't want anyone to read what I suffered and that when I got my scholarship, I wanted to move on, far beyond the pains of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I was that way.. as I never saved a scrap of those 2 years of Blogg . I wonder if I WAS any good? so poor little Sphinx... she had to move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now she's AlterEgoTrip, and AstroSphinx all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its kind of cool when on the other blogg people call me "Astro" sounds kind of Spacy :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway speaking of Space.. and Django... Happy Aniversery!! 11 years! Congrads *clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5933886891340210879?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5933886891340210879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5933886891340210879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5933886891340210879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5933886891340210879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/oily-fish-n-silk-by-request.html' title='&quot;Oily Fish n&apos; Silk&quot; by request'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-5959023057653167530</id><published>2008-02-12T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:42:56.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7ItFVThqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/Za69D3rS78o/s1600-h/CSIDoctorwho_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166241292189018530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 519px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7ItFVThqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/Za69D3rS78o/s320/CSIDoctorwho_001.bmp" width="519" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7Ip1lThqZI/AAAAAAAAABU/6L0JXv3zrfM/s1600-h/CSIDoctorwho_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166237723071195538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="247" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7Ip1lThqZI/AAAAAAAAABU/6L0JXv3zrfM/s320/CSIDoctorwho_002.bmp" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my version of the CSI Miami lady..only problem is that the skin will not allow for definition.. so her skin has no wrinkles.. not that those would be visible but that even MY avatar has wrinkles.. due to the fact all faces have them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's standing in front of a cut out of Rose Tyler the Assistant to Doctor Who..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I could have googled up her image to have something to work with, but I worked exclusively by what impressions were in my mind of what she looks like since I'm trying to train my mind to retain detail and to extract it easier as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the browser didn't crash evertime I tried to make a new avatar, I think I'd have allot more interesting ones.. I have lots and lots of matterial to work with.. I've got lots of plans but once again... too little time.. time to sleep.. goodnight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-5959023057653167530?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/5959023057653167530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=5959023057653167530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5959023057653167530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/5959023057653167530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-beautiful-lady.html' title='My beautiful lady...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7ItFVThqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/Za69D3rS78o/s72-c/CSIDoctorwho_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-3880251945612565158</id><published>2008-02-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:00:24.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hardly remember the bad stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7HAa1ThqYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lVVTfoCzA7c/s1600-h/burn+the+witch_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166121814788778370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7HAa1ThqYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lVVTfoCzA7c/s200/burn+the+witch_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets set Doctor Metropolis on fire? or is it Burn the Witch? Django and Doc have been naughty.. trying to play jokes on me.. when they know I don't wanna see no naked people!!! Not unless I have to draw them or make clothes for them..:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah but you were funny anyway.. just please I have a comfort zone.. I'm trying to stay long inside of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;===================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt last night I was looking around my home.. in place like my home but then again like SL... but real, and there was a lake and a very beautiful landscape and there were animals in cages.. and they had been transformed into savage beasts... and I was being interviewed for something.. something illness related and job related all at once, and then I went to see these animals while I wasn't busy.. and saw they were all kind of weird and wild.. and so.. I let them out.. and let them run wild and thought, it was best for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was inside my house.. and then walked outside.. in front.. but unlike my house, this had a clear placid looking lake as a neighbour.. and the air was foggy and dim.. but not dawn.. just not completely night, and when I looked up there was a UFO.. and it was directly above me hiding in the cloud and I said.. "Hey.. you lot are not supposed to be here.. !!" And they left.. fast as the light.. until they flew away and looked like a distant star..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought to myself.. boy that was close.. I hate it when THAT happens..(I related to someone that I think the reason I did that was because I didn't want to show any fear.. because once you show fear.. THEY get you..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream point to make about watching videos on the topic that Doctor Metropolis put up.. and that was.. maybe the strength someone has at times is to stand up and face those who are threatening you.. I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-3880251945612565158?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/3880251945612565158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=3880251945612565158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3880251945612565158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/3880251945612565158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hardly-remember-bad-stuff.html' title='I hardly remember the bad stuff...'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7HAa1ThqYI/AAAAAAAAABM/lVVTfoCzA7c/s72-c/burn+the+witch_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-1313594002934594989</id><published>2008-02-12T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:49:06.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sylvie stoop squap vidd humuculo winning'/><title type='text'>If people are going to read this.. I better use spell check.. NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7GyS1ThqXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rwfnT90nQQ/s1600-h/viddandtheteam_001.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166106284187036018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7GyS1ThqXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rwfnT90nQQ/s200/viddandtheteam_001.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few days ago Vidd.. (see photo) won a new helmet, but in order to wear it he had to edit it and shrink his head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day we went to the anonymous blank robot factory, the factory that turns you into anonymous blank robots.. (no photos shown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of funny..especially when I went through the process and it didn't work, and tried it again and CRASHED.. when I tried to logg back in, I was suddenly a green robot in need of upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how some of the vitual things here.. because the real rules of the physics don't apply, you could make things very much like Doctor Who to a point.. I mean there is a Tartis you can buy to teleport you randomly to places in SL.. but there are a few other things that may need to push the edge a bit.. like actual time/digital time itself.. there are posiblities.. but its only like testing a theory... rather than actually doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the Tango with Humuculo story.. but sadly it did not save.. that would have been a funny read if anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most irritating SL newbie Sylvie Stoop..came to my house. First thing she did was take over my house.. and said we were roomates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impulse was.. Ok, fine, but that sofa is my sofa..I guess there is a need in me, if there is something which could be a problem.. like most people, I walk away.. but she didn't let me walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried so hard to help.. really hard.. and I thought "geeze, you can't really be seriously in need of help THIS much".. and then during that moment I thought, "man someone is taking the piss" even asked her.. do you know the expression "taking the piss?" ah but she distracted me with lets be friends.. I'm so lonely after acting the super straight stand up person for the "take a pee" comment.. with I take a pee all the time..(LOL)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a few cards she kept declining trying very hard to help her.. you know get started, I figured if she got some headway, she could start calming down.. eventually she got pissed off at me.. after all these cards and me trying to give her a dress.. she was like.. I want you to be my friend.. and I'm like.. here is a dress.. isn't that nice enough? She muted me..and said I was mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then came back to show the truth...I wasn't going to be her friend if all she needed was constent baby sitting.. you see.. but I guess I didn't want her to be hanging out in the wind. It turned out Sylvie.. was a trickster.. and it was someone (a friend) taking the piss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to reinforce Sylvie as a stranger to Humuculo.. I can't believe I did that.. because when I'm lying it hurts... and I had to take all the things I knew were true and just forget the ending to lie about it.. so the truth was Sylvie couldn't hear me because I was muted.. so I was feeding Humucolo the questions I would ask her, I think the weakest link was the question about where she was from because that was a dead giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would make a good lier about this kind of basic character stuff because if Sylvie was going to act a little man crazy.. for Humuculo I think she should have been Brazilan, Venusalian, Colombian, Japanese, Russian, Philipino, Thai, possibly Romanian, Hungarian, or even from Hong Kong..definately not from Pakistan.. maybe.. a very slim chance of her being from India.. practicing her English skills..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was blown when Sylvie was from Pakistan.. beep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so we tried a sexy Sylvie on Nash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Nash was looking well so far, I mean his hair was very much his style.. still, I have to wonder if he would ever wear that bling in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway so while we were chatting up Nash.. Sexy Sylvie walks up with a sob story about losing her old account and money and buisness in SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.. it turned out funny in the end..I didn't understand the asking Nash that question in the end.. it was a funny quesion about peas and boxes.. I am still clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. when I got to SL today.. guess who was out hanging about.. Sylvie, Humuculo was trying to pimp her out or something to this guy.. I though oh no.. But it turned out they were trying to get this guy to become an employee.. just to mess with him in a weird sort of way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually kind of funny in the end.. and we all squapped.. so it was a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all squapping makes you happy. And it does..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-1313594002934594989?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/1313594002934594989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=1313594002934594989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1313594002934594989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/1313594002934594989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-people-are-going-to-read-this-i.html' title='If people are going to read this.. I better use spell check.. NOT'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R7GyS1ThqXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2rwfnT90nQQ/s72-c/viddandtheteam_001.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-8300676994624464506</id><published>2008-02-10T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:05:42.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earning Lindens by Palentology Questions??? WTF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R69m8VThqWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jRj5GPY2bWs/s1600-h/poledancervidd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165460484314474850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R69m8VThqWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jRj5GPY2bWs/s200/poledancervidd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a real adventure in SL, more than any other time because it was really DIFFERENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off.. I got there in morning my time long after the party at Drama Libre was going on. and didn't really have a brilliant time.. I mean it was quite ok but the MUSIC, well it wasn't my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent allot of time getting ready.. or at least I know I did.. I know the other members of my party really spent allot of time on their costumes and used things that they made, found, won, edited...They were wonderful too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway after getting dressed for the Venice Carnival themed party, we went there and I was sadly shocked about the lack of musical value of the entertainment..they were playing "Guns and Roses".. so although I was dancing I had to turn the sound off..I was interupted by my family time and needed to make breakfast... and finally after everyone was done, I went back and they were playing Placebo, which is naturally miles better, but still it boarders upon my tolarance of pop music.. maybe had it been a completely different song..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah never mind..whatshername that Avril girl.. that really suck.. "Hey Hey.. I could be your girlfriend..." as if she was even "better" than Britney Speers.. I think perfectly equal.. just wait a few years.. and I'm like.. "must be calm, must not leave just because of my intolerance... my prejudices... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon talking and finally leaving..we all decided we had other things to do.. and now.. its not the hosts of the party for it being this way.. they were very kind hosts and have next weeks theme as being "Space Truckstop".. so you know we will be back.. definately back, as the music must be better than this last time and I found out later it wasn't the normal DJ who is there with the group's parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we tried to go to Pocky Land, but it was all LAG LAG LAG, so then we ended up on a real replica of an ocean liner called "Galaxy".. after we got to the ghostly and barely inhabited ship.. we were playing around and then Vidd showed up.. which was nice.. when the other members of the party left, eventually Vidd and I got the chance to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Vidd left I explored the ship and finally got a chance to talk to the owner who told me a few details about what the simulation was.. and what it was based upon and such.. which was rather impressive.. I did get information earlier.. I mean they have bookings for "virtual banquets" and "virtual weddings".. but I find that kind of stuff about SL odd.. and when I explored the shops and found stuff there people could buy.. for "THOSE" kind of parties.. its kind of weird too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few free things from the shop and then actually followed the link to another shop.. the main shop of Mantahari's or what ever it was called. I was expecting a costume like Mantahari.. which would have been cool but it was something else.. I have yet to try it on, but with it came a gift certificate of 100 lindens off the price of an outfit, this was from the ship, then when I was walking out (and they had a lucky chair giveaway there BTW)... I got a message from Jade's Jazz Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jade's Jazz Island is where we went to Squap and they were so nice to us.. it was bizzare... in fact they are super nice, seductively nice in fact! I followed the message attachment and it teleported me to the middle of the island.. (which incidently I teleported away in front of that Mantahari's shop only to be teleported to a place with a shop of the same name in the distance..close by)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so finally I found the dance place.. I forgot the name.. but I was just deciding to dance there.. stepped up to the ball and instantly won 5 lindens. (forget about camping now!!!) Then I started dancing and they had a trivia quiz going on.. it was on the topic of dinosaurs and palenteology.. which was weird.. because I got like 3 questions correct when I finally did try.. I walked out of Jade's 40 lindens up and yet that wasn't just it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced with a strange young guy who was only there in SL for one day so far and he managed to get to this place.. it was wild.. he was smart and sharp witted and from the Newcastle area of the UK. At the same time I was dancing around chatting with the young man there, I was chatting with Vidd who had come back on line to find stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually when the young guy went to leave..I teleported over to Vidd to the empty strip club to see him pole dance.. fully dressed but still it was really cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got back from making waffles.. (in real life) I came back to my region and it gave me a warning that they were shutting down and that if I didn't want to get logged out, I had to leave the area for the next 30 minutes. At least they gave me a warning..and then I went to the Gnubie shop at Indigo.. and spent my little extra new money wisely.. on a hair that I needed if I was going to make the portrait of the CSI Miami character who is the correner.. the lovely black lady.. with mysterious eyes and the thin figure..I don't even remember what her name is on that series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is.. a kind of fun day.. I forgot to mention how many freakn times I crashed and rebooted either.. but we will let it slide.. as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-8300676994624464506?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/8300676994624464506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=8300676994624464506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8300676994624464506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/8300676994624464506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/earning-lindens-by-palentology.html' title='Earning Lindens by Palentology Questions??? WTF???'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/R69m8VThqWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jRj5GPY2bWs/s72-c/poledancervidd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7501574286300138600</id><published>2008-02-06T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:42:58.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interactive chat vitual tango joker'/><title type='text'>¨12 minutes of man on man tango, SL style</title><content type='html'>I think the title speaks for itself but the contexts are  thus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[0:38]&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Alright vid, tango with me&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: man on man tango!&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] vidd: how do i tango ? where the ball?&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Fuckineh&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] vidd: awkward question to drop on ya, i know&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: The pink ball in front of me&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: The Tango ball&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: pink means your the girl&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: its ok don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Don't tell him&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] vidd: aint reacting&lt;br /&gt;[0:39] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: I'll try it too..&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Ok come here Alter then&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I danced with him when he was a little green guy&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Yes he did&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: There you go&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: yes I watched it..&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Woo!&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: whhhoooot!!&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Don't touch my ass and you'll come out of here alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[0:40] Tango whispers: synchronising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: LOCOS NINOS!&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Ole!&lt;br /&gt;[0:40] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: hurrah&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: lol!&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: ooh no&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: This is gonna cost you Vidd&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] vidd: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I hope you got some $$$&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: laughing my arse off!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: yeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!! play it&lt;br /&gt;[0:41] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: sit and play (guitar)&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: yeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] vidd: shit man, you have to rub like that?&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] vidd: these are my clean pants&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Yes Vidd&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: I hope there's no chaffing!&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: That's how XXXXX tangoes&lt;br /&gt;[0:42] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: looks good&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: You smell like pork Vidd&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Whatup with that?&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I took a picture&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] vidd: yeah, had pork for dinner&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I hope you did&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] vidd: i really did&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: it would be a lovely picture&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: See, I can smell shit&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Even in SL&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] vidd: sorry about the garlic and onions&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: see..he can remote view&lt;br /&gt;[0:43] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Blows your mind, huh?&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] S&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;paceCase&lt;/span&gt;: XXXX has the nose of a Cocker Spaniel&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] vidd: it blows something alright&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: man someone should write a book with this dialog&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I like your shampoo Vidd&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: :)&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] vidd: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] vidd: sweet talker&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: sneef it!&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I did&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: I'm freakn laughing too much&lt;br /&gt;[0:44] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: still smells like pork&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: you're killing me&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry Alter&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: its wonderful though&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: You have the music on Vidd?&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] vidd: nope looking into it&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: I really wish I had permission to copy this but its private LOL&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Like pig roast? 'coz there was one of those outside y'know...&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Copy what? the dialogue?&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] vidd: holy shit&lt;br /&gt;[0:45] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: yeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] vidd: im hearing the music now&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I give you permission&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: cos this is between the two of you&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Now you're gonna get into the mood&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] vidd: i think i dripped in my pants a little&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Vidd gives you permission&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: That's ok Vidd, I'm sure they have napkins&lt;br /&gt;[0:46] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Stickam pals are something else. :-D&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I just sent the pics to you guys&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks Doc!&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks Doc!&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: jinx!&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Jinx!&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Double Jinx.&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, you're getting too excited Vidd&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: multi jinx!&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Your hands are sweaty and shit&lt;br /&gt;[0:47] vidd: i am, i am&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Loooolllll&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: haah&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I'm about to kneel you&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: How is that coat rack?&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] vidd: cant wait&lt;br /&gt;[0:48] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: uh oh&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: the bad avatar&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Nooot the joker!.....&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] vidd: im almost sure its a first&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: and maybe a last&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] vidd: always the optimist&lt;br /&gt;[0:49] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Look at me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] vidd: im too shy&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: watch out&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: its dangerous&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] vidd: i already gave it a couple of shots. you are paying for the cleaners&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: What card am I holding?&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] vidd: you keep moving&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] vidd: hang on&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: The card is the dangerous tool. Lookout Vidd!&lt;br /&gt;[0:50] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Duh! its the Joker!&lt;br /&gt;[0:51] vidd: that it is&lt;br /&gt;[0:51] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: The beauty is that he has no clue&lt;br /&gt;[0:51] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: You shouldn't dance with strange men&lt;br /&gt;[0:51] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Cool pics Doc, but where did you get the nosebleed seats from? lol&lt;br /&gt;[0:51] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I have a trick camera&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: here it comes&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Well, what I was really sayin' was the pics were teeny...&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] vidd: oh great, get me all worked up and then leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: they are tiny?&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: XXXXX, you bastard!&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Gone!&lt;br /&gt;[0:52] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: LOL&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: but where?&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpaceCase&lt;/span&gt;: Doc, they are pretty small on my end.&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: oh wierd&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: I just TP'ed him back&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AlterEgoTrip&lt;/span&gt;: stay away from that avatar&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Django&lt;/span&gt;: Space, send him a TP&lt;br /&gt;[0:53] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: ah the victim returns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the kind of thing we "get up to"...its the only kind of drama I can handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7501574286300138600?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7501574286300138600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7501574286300138600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7501574286300138600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7501574286300138600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/12-minutes-of-man-on-man-tango-sl-style.html' title='¨12 minutes of man on man tango, SL style'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-7908657040504630489</id><published>2008-02-03T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:59:43.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life locations'/><title type='text'>Places out there to have fun in</title><content type='html'>I think I will start also writing reviews of places in Second Life I think are relatively safe from some of the behaviours I am avoiding.. (to stay in the theme of vitue) Some reviews for nice places.. and watching out for the pitfalls of the traps such as Sex Churches and other things that are out there for preditory behaviours to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a person from China who said to me that someone offered them a free place to stay.. and then proceeded to molest their avatar.. now some people would say "so what"..but what if it was a child.. (I didn't know the person's age) but its a sort of mental shock.. this injury to an imagined personae..could be as real as someone threating your best favourite doll.. or toy, yes its not "real" but the sentiment is injuring all the same.. people very attatched to their avatars would probably tell you I make too light of the situation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where as there is a certain boldness you can have.. where you DARE to do things you would never do.. such as go and visit someone at their house or close the door on the face of someone who claims to be a robber..weird.. (BTW I was told I should have reported that as an assult because they were threating me with robbery.. by saying "Yo Bitch.. gimme yor money!") I couldn't help but laugh and then after shutting the door on them.. they ran away.. damnit.. I was going to give an answer to that crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway went to a few new places.. with my friends. Without my friends I went to a shop to get a freebie.. then I followed a link to another shop.. based of all things, bridal gowns!! So anyway on the way out I saw a girl teleporting in and saw the flicker of a strange title about a "clinic".. and so I looked at her profile to find out what it may be.. she was part of some couple's clinic.. where I guess they couple people up..it seemed odd.. yeah.. but then I saw an iceskating place on her list.. a "Romantic Iceskating" place. I went and took a look.. and found it rather cool.. if I had seen such a place in real life.. I'd go for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space was wonderful, and this very same day, IRL I went iceskating with my little boy and his school class.. so changing into my vitual iceskates was just a joy..although they looked a little big.. the animations were graceful.. and the freeskates that I got at a previous location had a HUD.. to animate my avatar into doing a few more intersting and extra tricks.. such as flying through the air and spins... it was kind of cute for my son to watch an avatar of his mother.. skating in a short skirt in the snow.. in a very cool location. We explored that together.. with ice fishing and other things.. for couples but nothing too weird.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even animations for couple's skating, a susi bar, and a little cove to sit and watch everyone in on the rink, and finally a few ramps! At the teleport site.. a huge camp fire.. and even a shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-7908657040504630489?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/7908657040504630489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=7908657040504630489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7908657040504630489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/7908657040504630489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/places-out-there-to-have-fun-in.html' title='Places out there to have fun in'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475174187612308504.post-4397369962124466523</id><published>2008-02-02T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:10:05.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life youtube internet communities'/><title type='text'>The critique... some people will never understand.</title><content type='html'>So yeah.. Second Life.. right.. I've been here now about one month.. who knew it would be an interesting way of communicating with people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is youtube, right? I suppose people are familar with youtube.. but not so many people see it as a community.. just the people who are in it who recognise it for the community it is.. other people who are within various forms of internet communties basicly have little information about the "community" under the surface of all that youtube video...uploads of old tv programs, ect.. even new silly stuff. But there is a fresh and vital world out there in youtube of people who are bigger stars than I could have ever imagined... new tallent.. old tallent just sitting there in need of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People didn't understand the need for fan based communities to "meet up".. and explaining to them didn't make it any easier.. but then there was youtube.. the community.. 7/7 that sort of stuff.. and the same people who were a part of special fan based communties told me "I don't understand.. I mean, youtube, what do you lot do, sit around and say... I like that old TV show you uploaded.. and smile and give thumbs up to everyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the community which is youtube is under some kind of fictional pressure.. some of the freshness of the situation fades when everyone just wants to be competitive and get that little bit of money.. and beg and plead to be seen..but this is not only because of the partner program and such, its because even though it was the "little people" who built up the community loading up their own ideas of entertainment, it is the industry in the buying and selling buisness who want "productivity" thus ads and such are going to be a part of the youtube future even though it survived before without it.. being in direct competition with tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is these other communities.. when people start talking they tend to start thinking about what would happen if their ideas could be brought about.. it happens amoung the creative lots I hang with.. the techincally brilliant, the musical, the visual.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are as a rule living in quite exciting times, and communities and activities are tools for people to get their ideas moving. Sometimes there may be a bit more brooding and nesting on the subject of thoughts and planning out ideas but the major thought that comes to mind is that we need to use our tools with more irreverance and yet at the same time more respect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tool I'm speaking of at this moment is Second Life. It is a very misunderstood medium, where as some people see it a stomping ground for perverts, cybersex seekers, pediofiles, furries, Barbies and Kens.. and generally preditory behaviours, I see it as a place of intersting possiblities once we can remove all of the pitfalls of any communities which may attract the LCD crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the same things as reality still happen.. walking into a bar in an unknown region and saying the "wrong thing" to the wrong person will get you impolitely banned.. no questions.. no money back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intolerance to "differences" in behaviours and jokes leads me to think that there is something a bit odd.. especially in a situation where everything and anything goes at times, and then suddenly the wrong word leading to be banned.. it is more likely a case of selectiveness as to not liking the "look" of your avatar.. which is really really weird since after all, didn't you create it? So facist behavours can dictate in some places... and people can make all kinds of assumptions based upon what you project.. with your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your avatar, is it you? Is it a tulpa? Is it a fragment of your soul's expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some people buy them.. ready made..you can you know.. and some people create their look and spend lots of time doing so. So what does it say about you then if you are an avatar out showing off your virtual breasts for a wet t-shirt contest? Is it possible this is going too far, or is it too easy for someone to aquire a pleasing appearance and show it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Gnubie Shop at Indigo.. looking at some freebies when someone said out loud (in text chat) in disbelief "this is unbelievable.. I can't believe how far this goes...I have no more patience for this fake life.." I couldn't help but interject because fakeness is a matter of perception.. but it felt as real as if I were in a shop looking at a weird dress and getting some hell for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he read my profile after I mentioned that I had empathy for his situation (considering I get this kind of talk from people close to me about the topic of SL) but mentioned that sometimes it provides a strong medium for a model of reality..and he mentioned that he thought dreams were more constructive a way of spending time, to this I replied.. "but its not enough just to dream, but perhaps build and share your dream and let people walk around in your dream..and here you can do it..in a relatively short while.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the potential of SL.. I like it, but the bugginess of it makes me stay away from investing any outterworld money in it..although I toy with the idea.. but at the same time I think, if I can earn some in world Lindens.. I think I'd do that.. the problem is.. you can earn money and presents in very naughty ways it seems..virtual prostitution.. escorts and dates..and lesser stuff like stripping..which I think is kind of weird once again... and can't get my head around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in world there is also shop keeping, gardening and sitting on benches.. someone even was parking space ships! My goodness.. if only I wasn't getting booted so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so.. now you know some of my thoughts on the topic.. video to follow soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475174187612308504-4397369962124466523?l=alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/feeds/4397369962124466523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475174187612308504&amp;postID=4397369962124466523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4397369962124466523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475174187612308504/posts/default/4397369962124466523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alteregotrip-astrosphinx.blogspot.com/2008/02/critique-some-people-will-never.html' title='The critique... some people will never understand.'/><author><name>AstroSphinx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05810428366723903928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bzUHXjIX1lI/S2_bcWAKPqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GgDbpvaEoWw/S220/abandon.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
