Babyhoney Bailey has been designing things since she started SL over two years ago. She’s gone from building to creating clothes and now she’s creating skins. She was awesome enough to drop me a blogger’s pack of her new skins and let me tell you, they’re so many skins at her store that it’s really hard do an entire post to cover it. I’d be here forever and you’d be reading forever!

Let me tell you about the skins she has been working on. I hope I get all of this right. There are three skin tones. There are also four (brown, red, black, blonde) brow options. There are also 100 make up options for each brow, plus a freckled version and a shaved version which is good for when you want to wear low cut jeans. Each brow option has 10 eye shadows. You also have five choices for lip gloss to go with the eye shadow. You get twenty optional skins in one pack and one pack costs $1500L. Let me run that again. If you get a skin in a pale tone with blonde eyebrows and the eyeshadow is green. You’ll get five lip colors to go with the bare, freckled, shaved, shaved and freckled option. Twenty skins. Yeah that’s about right. All of that for 1500L?

I took a couple of pictures to show you some of the make up options you can get with the Mua skin by Babyhoney, but ultimately you should go to the store and try on a demo yourself.

The shading on the body is soft and the shading on the stomach is just the right amount for me to give it the appearance of looking physically fit but not overdoing it.

These are just a sample of the colors you can find at her store. You’re going to have to try out the demos to find the one that fits you. You can also see her clothing line and the rest of the items under the Djinn & Tonic brand.

Djinn & Tonic

Hair used in the skin pictures:
Sixty Nine – Butterfly Dolly (light brown)
A&A Medusa – Hair Blackberry
Abyss – Secret (Dark Ash)
ETD – Felicity (Black)

On Clear
Eyelashes: Redgrave – Rockstar
Earrings: Sissi – Snowflake
Skirt: House of Hucci – Tweed Skirt (Honey)
Jacket: Fishy Strawberry – Tweed Jacket (Beige) 50L Black Friday
Skins: Djinn & Tonic – Mua: Broom, Brunette [02]
Eyes: Poetic Colors – Christmas Fairy Eyes (FREEBEE IN THE STORE)
Hair: Tiny Bird – Girl Anachronism (Caramel) 50L Black Friday
ETD Felicity – Black
Hair – Secret – Dark Ash

I have chosen darkness
in it
poetry swells,
literature breeds
dark and oppressive
I breathe in an atmosphere of coal
black ash swarms in metaphors and
contradictions
beating heart that’s become
sullen with life
I choose obscurity
like the ambiguous rose
within an unmovable abyss
I choose the ungraspable void
where borders and objects
interfuse with phantasmagorical thoughts
leaving no content, awaiting an obscure name –
in this dark dream
the Mysterious
is like wine
flowing through the veins
of whatever I am.

nihilistic poetry

TNAwrestling.com

TNA iMPACT presenta su show de Día de Acción de Gracias, lo que permitirá tener más gente en sus casas frente al televisor, pero también tendrán la competencia de los juegos de la NFL programados para hoy

Esta noche nos ofrece los cuartos de final y semifinales de las Eliminatorias para obtener al retador número 1 al título TNA (TNA iMPACT Championship Series)

RESULTADOS

CUARTOS DE FINAL

• 1/4 – Bobby Lashley venció a Abyss via Spear

• 2/4 -Desmond Wolfe venció a Suicide vía Tower of London.
• 3/4 – Kurt Angle venció a “The Pope” D’Angelo Dinero via Angle Slam.
• 4/4 – Robert Roode venció a Homicide vía Spinebuster

SEMIFINALES

• 1/2 – Bobby Lashley venció a Desmond Wolfe
• 2/2 – Robert Roode venció a Kurt Angle por cuenta fuera del ring

FINALES

• Bobby Lashley vencio a Robert Roode via spear
• Bobby Lashley es el nuevo retador numero 1 al titulo TNA en poder de AJ Styles

Le planning 2010 blu ray de Fox est déjà bien chargé.

En janvier

Mash

Tora ! Tora ! Tora !

Le peuple migrateur

Mai-juin

Les sentiers de la perdition

Minority report

Décembre

Abyss

Roméo et Juliette & Moulin rouge (versions Luhrmann)

Quadrilogie Alien (remasterisé en 4k)

La mélodie du bonheur (remasterisé en 4k)

TNA va a presentar el torneo contendiente #1  en la edición de “Thansksgiving” (Día de Acción de Gracias), un concepto similar a lo acontecido en la edición de anoche de RAW, con los matchs de clasificación, donde finalmente Sheamus fue el ganador.

Los competidores incluyen a Bobby Lashley y Desmond Wolfe, son los siguientes:

1. Bobby Lashley vs. Abyss
2. Suicide vs. Desmond Wolfe
3. Kurt Angle vs. D’Angelo Dinero
4. Robert Roode vs. Homicide

Slip away with me unseen

into the abyss

of what we can be

explore with me the ravines

and climb the vines

that twist in our minds

let’s elope our hearts

and devour our desire

we can stop pleading for love

and enjoy the fire

of the twilight hours

with our hands united

I need to take you a bit back in time, before I can explain, why I am writing this today. Please bear with me.

During my last year of Law school I had to focus all energy, innovation and intellect on the writing of my thesis. Sometime around my third year in school, I realized that law might be just too black and white for me. You see in life I have been always so fascinated by the colorful zones (as opposed to the gray zones, legalists refer to with extreme fascination.)I had to find a topic of focus that was extremely difficult and challenging (to get me going as sadly, one of my many disadvantages is that, only hard-to-conceive and out-of-the-box concepts get me going) and…colorful. My legal expertise by then was International Law and International Humanitarian Law, so the natural choice of subject-matters would have been Rwanda, the Nuremberg Trials, Yugoslavia, the Balkans etc. Instead…I have always, always found fascination in the analysis of international affairs and/or phenomena based on the assumption that in Waltz’s threefold of sources of actors in the international arena (see: System, State, Man), man was the most psychologically challenging for me. I refuse to accept that man is the ‘victim’ of the system or the way that the state operates, simply because both the state as well as the system consist of men. If we can change the man, we can change it all. Better yet, if we can understand the man, we can then, interpret his reactions in a much more meaningful way.

I had found my topic, which was much more Criminal Law-oriented than international. How on earth would I make it to convince my Yale and Harvard-educated supervisor, to allow this youthful and stubborn Arian kid, to pursue a topic that was so ‘don’t go there’ in such limited time and with such limited resources? She and I, have always had a special relationship. I am not sure I can detect its beginning, but for some reason, I could feel she expected a lot from me. I decided to stop by her office. An archaic,  two-story, roman-like building dressed in Renaissance paintings and even sculptures. Her office was warm and challenging at the same time – nothing intimidates me more than distinguished intellectuals that remain unbelievably humble.

I had sweaty palms, a knot in my throat, my heart was racing like crazy…how on earth would I pull this through? When I told her…she swallowed a couple of times, got up and said ‘Let’s go for a walk, Mr. Schott.’ Am I getting expelled for trying?

We are walking amidst the greatest constructions of mankind, the sun is staring me right in the eyes, and I can’t help but lower my head in the direction of my footsteps. My hands were in my pockets and it almost felt as if they were in a tanning cylinder.

“Mr. Schott, Christopher, under my capacity as your professor and supervisor, I am going to say your topic is suicidal and very difficult to present from an international law perspective. In fact, it’s purely criminal law and I cannot see how you will put the two together. Under my capacity as a person though, I want you to do it, knowing that you remind me of myself and my drive when I was your age. And I will tell you something else Christopher. Unfortunately you are so intellectually and good-heartedly gifted that you will never have true friends in your life. Unfortunately you will always be envied and the people who will surround you, will never be able to understand your extremely giving nature, one that requires nothing in return. All great men died alone, but their art, was good enough to make them content. Unfortunately and I hope I am wrong, you are too special and too gifted for anyone to understand.”

Back then, I was too happy that I got her approval on my topic, that I never really understood why she had to go ahead and tell me all those other things. I had memorized them, simply because anything I cannot fully analyze, I register in my mind to play again and again until I do. My professor was American, she came to Greece to follow the love of her life (an attorney whose office was right above hers), when I asked if she had any regrets following him and leaving her family and life back in Boston, she answered quickly “No, my life is here, with him, besides, where in the US would I be able to have a 3-hr coffee and just look at people walk by every day in the sun?” She became my first mentor, right then and there, and for the next 365 days of my life, we became inseparable: I was working on my thesis at least  6 hours per day and when I would take a break from it, I’d try and focus on other classes as well. I had a specific cubicle in the library -no.8- every morning, I’d wake up, make my coffee, gather my notes together, get my laptop and establish myself in cubicle no.8, one that was right by the window facing the yard of the University (so I could people-watch occasionally, and think of my Professor’s remarks ‘My life is here, with him’. I would leave the library when they’d close the building, and I’d go home only to continue working on how to synthesize what I was trying to prove. My friends wouldn’t get it -they thought I was neglecting them- and the girl I was seeing back then (another law student) whose main concern was to just have me as the date she could show off every Saturday night, was not the person I wanted to share all this epiphany with. I broke off the relationship and I asked for some ‘time off’ from my friends…and then the letters began…

The Death Penalty. That was my subject-matter. And how could I understand the why’s and the how’s and even the when’s, without becoming acquainted with the protagonists of Death Row? I searched and searched, until I found my way to them: letters. An organization based in the UK, a non-profit, who began a system of correspondence between the inmates and anonymous friends, the inmates and the families of their victims, the inmates and God…letters each side would forward to the headquarters of the organization and then the authorities of the organization would forward to the respective recipient. To the scare and disapproval of my mum, who by then had started going to Church pleading for my soul’s salvation, I started reading the letters of inmates.

Until then, I was very pragmatic, harsh and legalistic when it came to the execution of the murderers and rapists of children, helpless women and honorable men. Assault and slaughter are two phenomena I have yet to accept or understand. The doers of these acts, I have yet to characterize as ‘human beings’. Yet they are…

And so, I synthesized my message from Huntsville to Mississippi to London. I got the highest possible mark for the defense of my thesis and two university presses have been wanting to publish it since then. I never published; I never will. But here’s a letter- as we are approaching Thanksgiving, and Christmas, as we are re-thinking of what we did over the last year, as we are realizing who we love and why and as we are putting aside all that’s been keeping us apart, all those stupid and silly reasons, here’s a letter, from a man who cannot change his future.

“I’m sorry it has taken so long to answer your letter. This has without a doubt been the most difficult letter I have ever written in my life and I wanted it to be ‘right’. I’ve done my absolute best to convey my thoughts and feelings to you accurately. If my thinking seems disordered or jumbled on occasion, please bear with me. There is a lot that needs to be said and deciding just what order to put it in is difficult at best. Thus, the delay in answering you.

Before I go any further I would like to assure you that no matter what I say to answer your questions or explain things, Nothing is intended to Justify my past conduct. (In the words of Kind David in Psalms 51:3, “For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.”) There is no justification for what I have done and I accept full responsibility for my actions. What I did was wrong, Horribly wrong, and it cannot be justified. This letter is not an ‘excuse.’

For the killing of your Papa, I am as sorry as a human heart can be, and I apologize from the deepest depths of my soul to you, and to your entire family. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t feel and agonize under the immensely heavy burden of what I have done. (And this is as it should be!) I know words are so inadequate in a situation like this, but the truth is: I did it, I am guilty, and I am sorry. I would gladly do anything in the world, make any sacrifice, to bring your Grandpa back to you. As God almighty is my witness I swear to you, if my execution would bring your Grandpa back to life, I would willingly walk the green mile in an instant. But sadly, there is nothing that I can do. My death won’t bring him back. It will only create another grave, another funeral, another set of mourners overburdened by their grief. (My family. I deserve whatever happens to me, but my family doesn’t deserve any punishment, just as your family didn’t deserve what happened.) I am sorry that I can’t bring your loved one back to you. I sincerely wish I could.

In March 1989 I have my heart and life to Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior and was baptized in the prison chapel. This is not a case of “Jailhouse Religion” as there is no purpose to that “scam” on Death Row; I am not up for parole and religious conversion is not considered by the courts in appeals. It is something I had to do for myself and in response to God’s promptings when the Holy Spirit convicted my heart. I write this letter hoping that my words will be of some help to YOU, and that you and your family will find peace for your own souls and be reconciled to Christ (not letting hatred or vengeance rule your hearts and lives), and I hope that you will then be able to move beyond your pain and go on with your lives.

Grief, anger, hatred, vengeance…all of these things eat at a person from the inside. They must be dealt with for the sake of your own health, both mental and spiritual. Also, I would encourage you to go get in touch with members of an organization called Murder Victims’ Families for Reconciliation. They are victims’ families, just like you, and they can help you with your grief and pain. They put out a newspaper called The Voice.

Many things have happened in my life that have caused me to become so remorseful, caused me to be honest about my past, caused me to attempt to make my feelings known to you. And some of it has given me some insight into how you and members of your family might be feeling. While I have been living here on Death Row, locked in this little cage called a cell, both my Father and Grandfather have died. I was adopted as a child and these were members of my adoptive family who helped raise me. In addition, while here on Death Row, I have found my original biological family, the people who gave me away as a baby; but by the time I found them, my biological Mother and biological Father were dead. My real father put a pistol in his mouth and killed himself when he discovered my mother was pregnant with me. He was not her husband…they were both adulterers…I am the product of an illicit affair that had been going on for years. I am a bastard. My mother was killed, murdered, by a drunken second ex-husband in 1979. I never had the chance to know her. He broke in the home, chased her and beat her as she tried to defend herself first with a cast iron skillet and then with a butcher knife, both of which he took away and used against her, and then she fled into a bedroom where he caught her, beat her severely, tied her to the bed, breaking her arm as he bent it around the headboard so that bone was sticking out (it was from this hole in her arm that she bled to death), and he then proceeded to beat and rape her and finally raped her with a bathroom plunger handle and left her for dead. One of her other sons came home later that day to find her dead on the bed this way.

I never got to know my Mother, and a murderer like myself took her from me (Poetic Justice?), so I think I have some thoughts as to how you feel. (In addition this man served only 10 years in prison and has already been granted parole.) I understand your anger, your deep sense of loss, the dark hole you feel deep in the pit of your stomach when you think about it, and I understand your endless questions of ‘why?’ (Why was I never allowed to know my mother? Why was I not loved or wanted by my real family? Why did they abuse me? Why were so many of them dead (Mother, Father, three Brothers, two nephews) by the time I found them? I too have questions of ‘Why?’)

I can also tell you that all answers to your questions ‘why?’ won’t make the pain go away. They will explain things better, but your grief will still exist. They can execute me (and most likely will), and in three months your pain will still be there. (Every follow-up interview with condemned men’s victim’s families bears this out). There will only be another set of mourners, and still you will hurt. There are only two things that can ever make your pain go away. And in the memories of your loved one, a portion of that pain will always be with you, just as the pain of my mother’s loss will always be with me.

I will explain all that I can, answer all your questions ‘why’ and anything else that you may wish to ask. I will do all that I can to help you- but until you deal with your grief and let it go, your pain will never end. I know that sounds harsh, but it is also the truth and I would be doing you a disservice if I did not share this truth with you. As I’ve said, I want to do all that I can to help you, and to help ease your pain. I am sorry for what I’ve done, and this is the best thing I know to do to try and make things better.

And now I will try to answer the rest of the questions in your letter. I will start with a specific question before going on to the next one.

Why did you choose to destroy my family?”

I am not sure whether I should continue writing this, as it gets more intense with time. Let’s allow the readership to decide. I will gladly do so, if you want me to.

In the meantime, I owe you an explanation: how did this come about on this fine Tuesday morning?

I was sitting in my childhood room, browsing through documents, books, items and memories from that era. On the very last shelf of one of the bookcases, I found a publication that was untouched, one I was unfamiliar with and one someone had sent me a few years ago (while I was in Venice trying to help launch two Human Rights NGOs). My mum had forgotten to tell me about this package that had arrived years ago from London. From an attorney, who managed to put together plenty of letters from inmates and publish them. I turn the book open and in its very first page, in blue ink stood a small, handwritten dedication:

“May you capture the Abyss.”

Today of all days, I bumped into a forgotten package from years back, one whose existence I was ignoring, about a chapter in my life that had closed years ago with my graduation, to find a dedication that referred to the name I chose to give to the muse and soul of Matthew, my protagonist just a few weeks ago. A name, my bestest buddy, suggested to begin with.

Now what? Am I supposed to “Give time…time?”

Isn’t the entire sum of existence, the magic of being needed by just one person? Isn’t to live like to love – all reason is against it, and all meaningful instinct for it?

If there is one sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life and true love, as in hoping that another will come and replace it, and in thus, eluding the implacable grandeur of this life, of our destined love.

And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the Abyss gazes also into you…It is, after all, by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of our existence. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure. Where you bleed, there lies your heart.

]]> http://boomgirl.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/boom-basic-winter-needs/ Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:04:42 +0000 Aranel http://boomgirl.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/boom-basic-winter-needs/

So, I dunno about everyone else, but, I have a thing for basics. I like the things that you can wear with anything; because of that, I decided to add some basic turtlenecks to my clothing collection for both men and women.  I also released a version that is a little more risque for anyone wanting to turn up the heat or…if you just want your man to look at you and see how cold it is outside.

For women, I released a version that I think looks pretty soft.  My friend said it looked like cashmere so it kinda got that as its name.  It comes in a wide assortment of colours to meet everyone’s taste (I hope).  It also comes in all layers with sculpted neck and sleeve attachments.

Since I make so many colours, I introduced colour packs at my store with this last release; since fatpacks of like, 20 colours can be a bit much for the inventory to handle.  Now you can get 4 colour Plump Packs of my newest female items and hopefully, some of the older ones in the near future.

I didn’t forget about the guys either.  I also released a set of turtlenecks for men.  It comes in not as many colours, simply because I don’t see many men running around in doll pink, peach or pale yellow.  It happens, just not often.  To make things a little better for the guys, I included two sleeve types, one that is long sleeved and the other that is slightly rolled up.  Again, they come in all layers for wear with jackets or as sleeves underneath tee shirts, etc. and have sculpted sleeve and neck attachments.  I also introduced colour packs for guys, all colours are available in the Husky Pack or get a set of 3 colours in the Lil Chub Packs.

Last but not least, the something risque…While I was working on the turtlenecks, a thought came to mind.  Winter = female built in thermostats.  I giggled a bit and made this crop.   Then I thought, hey, I never saw piercings done in SL under shirts.  They may have them but I’ve never seen them.  Well, the other two versions of this happened next.  This top also comes in like a gazillion colours and each colour has three options.  One for pierced with hoops, one for pierced with barbells and the last, non-pierced.  As always, all layers.

STYLE NOTES:

Photo 1 (from left to right)

1: Zarabella Ming

Skin: Redgrave (info coming soon) http://slurl.com/secondlife/REDGRAVE%20Womens%20Fashion/242/231/23

Hair: *SHOP SEU* –sexy hair [ black ]– http://slurl.com/secondlife/Shiradin/215/225/3330

Pants: *BOOM* Fall Tweeds (Forrest) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: (info coming soon)

Top: *BOOM* It’s Nipply (green) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Top2: *BOOM* The Cashmere (purple) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

2: Claire Dallin

Skin: Cake-Bella Skin http://slurl.com/secondlife/FNKY%20Cake/129/76/26

Hair: Truth -Gabby http://slurl.com/secondlife/Truth%20Hair/107/26/25

Pants: *BOOM* Gettin Low V2 Blue http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Top: *BOOM* The Cashmere (dark blue) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: Miel Janes -mono  http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Deck/73/58/21

Glasses: Miel (I think) http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Deck/73/58/21

3: Aranel Ah

Skin: FS Skin – Fiona (Red Gloss) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Inizio/189/180/26

Hair: >TRUTH< Trina – espresso http://slurl.com/secondlife/Truth%20Hair/107/26/25

Pants: *BOOM* Seaman Pants -Mud http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Jacket:**DP** yumyum tweed jacket -brown http://slurl.com/secondlife/itutu/116/108/1001

Top: *BOOM* The Cashmere (cream) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: Redgrave  BOOTS-smoke http://slurl.com/secondlife/REDGRAVE%20Womens%20Fashion/242/231/23

Photo 2:

1/2&3: Trallion Suen

Skin: <TheAbyss> [ SKIN ][ Adam Crius_Origin ] http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Abyss/96/136/237

Hair: *SH* Magnoria-I Hair(Black) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Reishi/80/31/23

Jeans: *BOOM* Gettin Low Jean med v2 http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Top: *BOOM* Basic Turtleneck versions (m1) and (m2) in (grey) & (cream) and (black) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: TonkTastic – Short Combat Boots http://slurl.com/secondlife/Rhododendron%20Island/222/230/2004

Pants: {Gisaci} Ruvido Slacks – Cioccolato http://slurl.com/secondlife/Armidi/135/127/26

Jacket: Armidi – (m) Classic Pinstripe Blazer [Chocolate] http://slurl.com/secondlife/Armidi/135/127/26

Photo3: (left to right) -

Pose Set:  Slash Me Poses  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/182/86/21

1. Claire Dallin

Skin: Cake-Bella Skin http://slurl.com/secondlife/FNKY%20Cake/129/76/26

Hair: Maitreya (info coming soon) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Maitreya%20Isle/178/175/23

Top: *BOOM* It’s Nipply Barbells – black http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Pants: *BOOM* Gettin Low V2 Indigo http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: (info coming soon)

Necklace: (info coming soon)

2. Aranel Ah

Skin: Lelutka Eclat Light - http://slurl.com/secondlife/LeLutka/250/108/23

Hair:  fri. – Neva – Cynical Black http://slurl.com/secondlife/Friday/155/129/32

Top: *BOOM* It’s Nipply -hoops- (pink) http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Pants: *BOOM* Gettin Low V2 Blue  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Shoes: Redgrave BOOTS -smoke  http://slurl.com/secondlife/REDGRAVE%20Womens%20Fashion/242/231/23

Earrings:  [[SHADE THRONE]] over drama earrings  http://slurl.com/secondlife/tamalou%20island/201/204/25

Tattoo:  Addict -swack-  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Golden%20Eye/215/57/26

Side photos show: *BOOM* It’s Nipply in Red (non pierced), Teal (barbells) and Pink (hoops)    http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/38/22

Gather we lovers singing our hearts out,
into bliss we climax in crescendo,
and repeatedly rise and fall,
soaring our hearts high–
our egregore reverence.

With elation we breath sweet lush vapors,
subtle elements in sound,
dazzling vibrations in light,
and melting together in harmony–
our love shining bright.

We grow higher as our celebration continues,
flashing smiles,
peels of laughter,
so blissed out are we to move as one–
leaping into beloved’s abyss,
dissolving primordially,
singing an ecstasy.

For over a year now, I’ve been playing in a combination of RolePlay/Combat sims known as City of Lost Angels. A great meter was developed for this type of interaction— the Community Combat System —where you can level and get skills and whatnot. If you want to watch one of our veteran players talk more about it, check out Ziau Jua’s page on YouTube. He’s one of my best friends and one of the most vivid and experienced RolePlayers in SL.

bat: Primitive Design Action Bat
wings: [ OB ] – Torn Wings
boots: Abyss – Combat Boots
dress: *Linc* Petite Fightclub
collar: SiniStyle Posture Collar – D-Rings
hair: fri. – Jasmine.2 – Paranoid Black
arm tattoos: AITUI TATTOO – Minimalist – Upper Wrist Wraps /faded/ I
skin: :GP: Petal Defeat [Dark] Battle Royale-Shiner 2
finger tape: *SL* Finger Tapes
eyes: CREATURE EYES – BURNISH – EMERALD

Skin:  *Lelutka*  Eclat Jade dark make up 4

http://slurl.com/secondlife/LeLutka/247/128/23

Shape:  *Carpe diem*  Emma

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Zephyra/74/213/23

Hair:  *LH*  hair67 simon black

http://slurl.com/secondlife/LITTLE%20HEAVEN/115/74/23

Tee:  *SweetLeonard&Needful things*  Wool Rib Tee

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Zephyra/153/65/24

Jeans:  *Worldwide Industries*  RolledUp Pants stars

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Zephyra/37/158/24

Necklace:  *Manna*  Perle`d Automne

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Zephyra/170/103/24

Gloves:  *Devol*  Leather belt gloves

http://slurl.com/secondlife/dEVOL/96/163/34

Boots:  *TheAbyss*  NAU Combat Boots

http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Abyss/96/136/237

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Greetings Sugar

This past week has been a pretty constructive week for me; I have hit level 39, am 65% away from 40, hit 281 tailoring, 295 ground gathering, and found a great new legionary home with Coven Nex, who are ranked 5th in Abyss Rankings! With my newfound friends in legion, and of course my old ones, I`ve been racking up the kills and AP as well as honing in my pvp skills as a sorc. Sorc may seem like a target-and-nuke-the-living-daylights-out-of-it pvp class but there is so much more to it than that! It will take awhile to get the hang of everything there is to master on sorc.

To kick off my recent joining with Coven Nex (CN) I went to the Sulfur Fortess siege Saturday night with them and we took over the fort. Yay! It seemed very well organized by CN and gave a very good first impression on the legion. As for the siege itself, my first ever, I really had no idea what was going on. We started by attacking the gate into the castle, much like L2 castle sieges, and moved inside and down into the dungeon-type area to kill the General. By the time I realized I had a defending NPC targeted and had been nuking it, the General was already down to about 25%, so I sort of didn`t contribute much.. at all. It was still fun though, a nice sort-of bonding experience with my new legion and a good start to get me familiarized with how things work.

On top of spending more time in the abyss, I`ve been trying to catch more rifts lately. Rifts are something I really enjoy for several reasons including exploring new areas and fighting the enemy on their turf. Hopping through a rift in a barren snowy landscape and getting spit out into a lush jungle with aggroing flowers and dinosaurs is a fun change. Add in the fact that you have no clue where you are, or at the most some vague idea from online maps (unless you`ve been through it before of course) and there`s a huge sense of adventure as well as metal gear solid (MGS) since you are ultimately there to kill the enemy.

With how much pvp I`ve been doing lately, I`m surprised at how many of my friends don`t know what a pvp text radar is and therefore do not have one. I cannot stress how much of a benefit having a text radar is. Not only will it give you a bit of an edge so you`re slightly prepared for what`s coming, it will also give you the names of your enemies so that if you are able to alt+tab or have a 2nd computer, you can look the person up and see all sorts of useful information.

So how does one make this pvp text radar? Click on the “Chat Preferences Menu” on your chat box and select “Add Tab”. You can name it anything you want, mine is called PvP. Uncheck all of the boxes for Chat, Channel, Combat-Self, Combat-Group, and System Information then go into Combat-Others and check the boxes beside everything that starts with “Enemy`s”. Enemy`s Attack. Enemy`s Attack Skills. Enemy`s Buff Skills. Enemy`s Periodic Effects. Enemy`s Defense. Then change the color of these to something that will catch your. Again my personal preference is straight up red. Once your done click “Change” and your new tab is created, but you`re not done yet! Click and hold the tab`s name and drag it out onto your screen somewhere, put it in a place where you`ll see it. If there is no pvp or hasn`t been any for a while, the chat box will fade away and not hinder your screen, but when there is, it will pop up there.

Using this has saved my life so many times, and the lives of my friends who I`ve shown how to make it. Whenever you see “Shadowas restored his flight time by 48.” or “Shungokusatsu is in the Hide I state.” or “Wren uses Zikel`s Wisdom.” you know something is coming and can be ready for it.

Democrats in the senate are about to make the biggest mistake of their lives, and ours.

Many of them are still playing political games with our lives and our money to fool us into leaving them in power.

As I write this, they are beginning debate on whether to move forward with debate on the health care bill in the senate.  They need 61 votes.  The plan is to bribe, coerce, and otherwise influence enough of them to vote for this to proceed so that the bill can then be run through the same private, democrat-only conferences that gave us the house bill.  When it comes back to the floor for a vote it will only need 51 votes.  Some of the senators will be let off the hook by democrat leadership so they can then vote against the bill and go home to their constituents and pull a “John Kerry,”  telling their constituents they voted for the bill before they voted against it.

This isn’t just any politics-as-usual bill or situation.  America is on the edge of the abyss economically, and this bill will push us over.  Not to mention all of the freedoms and liberties that will vanish with the stroke of a pen when this monstrosity is signed into law.

Every battle we fight from here on out is a must-win.  We are fighting a delaying battle until reinforcements arrive.  We are fighting for the survival of America.

If you are an American citizen, if you love America, if you love freedom, liberty, and the American way of life, you will clog the fax machines, shutdown the e-mail servers, and fry the phone circuits on Capitol Hill to let them know we will not let them take from us what isn’t theirs to take.

Be a citizen, not a subject.

Are You A

DEMOCRAT

Or Are You An

AMERICAN?

Choose this day whom you will serve, but choose wisely.

A vote to allow the current health care bill to move forward is a vote AGAINST America.

We know what games you are playing.  Many of you plan to vote for it now when there must be 60 votes for debate to proceed, then some of you will “strategically” vote against it when only a simple majority is required so you can go home and lie to your constituents and claim you “voted against the bill.”  You are liars and deceivers.

Make no mistake, any vote in favor of this legislation is a vote against America.  Understand that you are pushing us over a cliff.  We are already trillions of dollars in debt, you are playing the same shell games with money that landed Enron executives in jail to keep various government agencies afloat, other countries are bailing out of the U.S. dollar as their reserve currency, and many of the nations to which we are debtors are beginning to balk at buying any more of our debt.  Should that happen, there will be an INSTANT depression.  With your reckless spending of money that doesn’t even exist, you may have already sealed America’s fate.  Passing the extraordinarily expensive takeover of the American health care system will nail the coffin shut on America in more ways than one.

If you vote for this bill, you will be removed from Washington.

Over 200 of the house democrats have already been fired, but they haven’t accepted that fact yet.  They should start cleaning out their offices and packing their bags now.

You are the last legal and constitutional line of defense against this attack on America’s freedom and liberty.

Will you defend American’s freedom, liberty, and the United States Constitution?

Should you choose not to, do not think you will be untouched by the anarchy and chaos that is likely to result.

It’s time to choose.

Apparently I have enough time to update my post tag list, nothing new in the land of N yet, trying to figure out how I’m going to interlink all of my story’s into movuies and stuff.

The Lay An Ass Gallery reveals it's newest exhibit....The Vertical Smiler

Leave it to those wacky Canucks to FINALLY give the world what it’s been so desperately clamoring for.  An Ass Gallery.  I have been a proponent of this for nearly a decade and am fortunate enough to receive a sneak preview of their 2010 brochure that features the breathtaking “Vertical Smiler” on its cover.

This exhibit toys with us in so many ways.  The first thing you notice, which is totally done on purpose by the sculptor I might add, is that abyss of a coin slot.  To the lay-person this is the focal point in this exhibit I’m sure.  But for us  more cultured folk, you really appreciate the little things that make this piece of ass one of Canada’s true treasures.

Look how that sun glistens off his fart box.  The timing of that shot isn’t something that you can teach or learn in book.  It’s a gift.  It’s fueled by premeditation and the desire to be the best fanny sculptor in the great white north.

What really seals the deal for me is what the velvet ropes keep you from discovering.  What is going on in front of this Girth Elk?  Is he texting?  Is he sexting?  Is he ripping into a package of Suzie Q’s?  It’s something that eats away at me daily, but it’s also something that keeps me planning family vacations to the Lay An Ass Gallery.

-CB

aka Shavetown’s part-timer

thanks Jess!

Si vous cherchiez à faire une effet “aqua” sur une photo, un effet liquide à la “Abyss”, ne cherchez plus… Le site Computer Arts publie cet excellent tutoriel où vous pourrez télécharger les fichiers d’exercice.

Pour accéder au tutoriel, cliquez sur l’image ci-dessous.

 When staring into an abyss, one sees only the darkness that devours the world below and anything that is unlucky enough to happen to find its way down into its depths. Darkness, that seems to reach up along the jagged rocks. It is that which forms the deadly walls of the depths. Darkness, like vines of shadow, crawling up, depriving the abyss of colour and light.

 Such is the heart of yours truly. A void that has never witnessed the light. The light that is so powerfully radiated by an emotion that is so raw and simplistic.

Pure and mystical in nature. Love.

 “Love. A synthetic creation of the mind. Perhaps even a lie?”

  Mankind clings to it as they fear that without it, they would not exist. As with any cliché, there are those people, often ones that have never wanted to face the truth as their own blinding lies seem just a little too perfect to give up on, and thus will attempt to argue that I merely do not ‘understand’ the emotion. That I do not open up to it.

“You must have never experienced love, if you do not believe in its power.”

 I have not. I do not.

 I want not.

 Perhaps I am not one to love. Certainly not one to be loved. If this is my fate, I shall not resist it.

  However, without love what is ‘man’? Merely a lifeless being that has no considerable value to the world?

  Our insignificance is solely matched buy our (apparent) ability to ‘love’. Love making our life meaningful, worthwhile. Thus if love is not my fate, what remains?        

Nothing…

DEATH?

  Stood over the edge of the abyss, peering down into the depths of despair, I am slowly possessed by an urge. I do not think of it, as I know it feels right. Deep inside the desire continues to grow. I allow myself to relax and leisurely, at a pace that would almost suggest that time had delayed for a moment, I shift my weight forward. Slipping into the emptiness.

  Gaining speed as I slowly spiral down into the murky depths, I allow both time and space to surpass my existence. Slowly being buried and forgotten, my existence decomposes and turns to dust that dissolves into the darkness that has now engulfed me.

 Eternal bliss is all that appears to remain.

  As I continue to fall, much to my discontent I find that my soul is trapped in my ever-beating heart. This remains.

  Perhaps love or even the desire for love is not so easily obliterated and lost in the shadows.

  The fall is endless. I am alone, falling, forever.

  The sharp cold walls of the abyss rushing past me seems to whisper to me. Softly, gently, they whisper. It is a warm sound, that even in this void appears to beckon me. Urges me, to try and grip the walls and search for anything to hold on to. Urging me to end my fall.

  The whispers insisting that I make my way back up from the depths. Insisting, that I prove my fate wrong. To fight, in order to claim what is mine in this world, even if what I claim is not real, a lie. Lies are true as long as you believe in them.

  To love is to live. If this is true, then love is reason for life.

  With this knowledge I turn away and satisfy myself with the thought of my eternal fall, aware that there will be no end, lost forever.

 With this fate I am content.

I feel like the story line is getting back on track. Not great, but a solid entry in the canon.

Check out my review…

(Note: The lack of recent posts has to do with missing several episodes of WWE programming. In this case missing is strictly in the physical sense, as in I didn’t watch them, not that I felt bad for not watching.)

TNA currently is in a weird spot. The company claims to be making its big move, it’s ’swing for the fences’, as president Dixie Carter eloquently put it last week. However, it can’t really make that move until this guy shows up on TV:

Until then, which, hopefully, is right after Sunday’s pay-per-view, TNA is just buying time. The big picture is staying in neutral, if you will. However, there were some little things that, needless to say, entertained and refreshed fans on the most recent Impact.

• Beautiful People, ugly stick: Madison and Velvet have claimed to be cleansing the world, one ugly person at a time. With their newest member, the lovely Lacey Von Erich, comes a new prop. Lacey literally carries around an Ugly Stick. OK, so it’s a bubble-gum pink nightstick. It still kicks ass.
• Old dogs, no tricks: As if adding 56-year-old Hogan wasn’t enough, TNA debuted two ‘new’ competitors this week — Raven (45) and Jim ‘The Anvil’ Neidhart (53). Raven rejoined the promotion via a lights-out run-in that included changing the outcome of the Abyss/Stevie Richards match and shooting a fireball into Mick Foley’s face. Well done. The Anvil made what supposedly was his TNA debut during the Black Machismo Invitational, in which Jay Lethal (a hilarious Macho Man knockoff) vows to face/defeat a legend each week. Neidhart, who looks like he ate the rest of the Hart Foundation, somehow went over. So much for that.
• Double turn, triple personnel: Team 3D started a heel turn last week, when Brother/Bubba/Buh Buh Ray used a chair in their match against Matt Morgan and Hernandez. They completed the turn in a promo that showed them buying into Rhino’s conspiracy theory (basically the young guys are trying to take out the old guys…a solid plan if you ask me) and going a bit racist on Hernandez. In the same promo, it is brought to the attention of the faces that they need a third man for their 6-man street fight at the PPV. Out comes D’Angelo Dinero, who makes a face turn to join ‘the future’ against ‘the past.’ Not often you see three guys turn at once, probably because it’s confusing, but I liked it.
• X Division, simply Amazing: I now am convinced there currently are three things that keep me watching wrestling — Randy Orton as the best heel I’ve ever seen, Kurt Angle as a face, and Amazing Red as…well…Amazing Red. He’s young (27), risky, innovative and energetic…a classic luchador. Think Rey Mysterio in WCW, without the mask (or hip-hop makeover, depending on the era) and before he was doomed to a life of David vs. Goliath matches. If you’re a wrestling fan, you will *love* this guy.