heya, Tom, it's Bob, from the office down the hall...
Been the weird damn day so far.
Got up, staggered about, hopped on SL, climbed into my bizarrely cool new Prince outfit (oh, yeah--ruffles, and ruffles, and a long purple coat, and did I mention ruffles?) and my sugar-pink side-ponytail hair, and strutted about feeling very, very conspicuous.
:)
Then LIFT came, and the driver actually walked back and forth on the lawn until I finally decided to spare us all the hell of him leaving. I walked out, asking if he'd knocked, and he looked away, saying "...um, yeah...you ready?"
Sure, I guess.
Got in the car and there was a kid there who was very insistent that ladies don't have beards, and that I was a silly lady for having one. Now I'm stuck in a car with someone who might not even be able to grasp the concept of hormonal disorders, and...I was kind of stymied.
Got to the store, shopped for many things, hobbling about because my cane was nowhere to be found...then went outside and sat for an hour and a half, because my bus was running late.
Then I get home, login to SL again, FINALLY track down that dancer I'd only half-trained, start showing her around, and SL goes down HARD.
And weird, did I mention weird? When I got back in, Rivula--the actual sim I work in--had apparently shut down, and I got shifted over to the infohub at Braunsworth. And, since apparently EVERYONE had been shunted to one infohub or another...at the hub it was raining avatars for a bit. Even one Linden got shunted into the chaos.
I couldn't get my inventory to load, so I had access to none of my landmarks...and couldn't move for the lag...so finally, just flew out, across three other sims until I reached something in Hazeltine that said "store".
As far as I know, I'm still there, because right after that, the entire grid collapsed.
And, three hours later, the grid is still down, and I'm inexplicably freezing to death. I may just go back to bed, because bed=warm blankets, and a little heaterbox I can plug in. :)
In the meantime, remember the zombie fanvid I linked a few days back? Here's Re: Your Brains, by Jonathan Coulton, if anyone wants it.
And Leif Ericson gets his own statue in Seattle. It's about damned time...
And New York Fashion Week started during the braindrop SL's been causing! Oh noes!
Well, it's okay. I still have pics. :)
Whoa. Okay, sure, it looks kinda cool, and I bet completely underwater that thing drifts and is real purty, but...on land? Or worse, dragging that bustle attachment out of the water?
You would actually lose cool points for doing that. And gods forbid, what if you tripped? The loss of cool would be monumental.
A swimsuit is modeled during the Gottex Spring 2007 fashion show Friday at Bryant Park in New York. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Okay, suit? Not necessarily that bad. Hat? Cute. Scarf? Kicky. Attached cuffs? Kinda neat.
Why this is here: the photographer who caught the model mid-blink. She looks stoned. She looks drunk. She looks...very Paris Hilton, actually, with better hair. And face. And skin.
Heh.
A swimsuit is modeled during the Gottex Spring 2007 fashion show Friday at Bryant Park in New York. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
I don't know what you have to do to make someone with those kind of abs look this unattractive walking down a runway...but Bartlett, stop it. Just...stop. You're verging on Galliano territory.
Model displays fashion from the John Bartlett spring 2007 collection shown in New York Friday. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Whoa. Phil Donahue's still alive.
He looks grumpy.
Television personality Phil Donahue watches the John Bartlett spring 2007 fashion show in New York Friday. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Whoo. I was beginning to get worried. Walked through Perry Ellis and Rag and Bone and Mark Bouwer, and it was all...sedate and settled and earth-tone as hell. It was...I was wading deep into the waters of attractive fashion, and I was scared.
Then Baby Phat arrived. Gave me women with brain-eating flowers and bizarre utility belts covered in little butt purses. Thank you, Baby Phat, you saved me just in time.
A model wears the designs of Kimora Lee Simmons for her Baby Phat collection. (AP Photo/ Louis Lanzano) (September 08, 2006)
Does it not look like she's about to topple right over from the weight of that bag?
That is an OVERSIZED bag. Unless the woman is flying, or is trying to fashionably pursue a career as an EMT...NO WOMAN needs that as a day bag. TOO DAMN BIG.
You're so fired, Kimora.
A model wears the designs of Kimora Lee Simmons for her Baby Phat collection. (AP Photo/ Louis Lanzano) (September 08, 2006)
Got up, staggered about, hopped on SL, climbed into my bizarrely cool new Prince outfit (oh, yeah--ruffles, and ruffles, and a long purple coat, and did I mention ruffles?) and my sugar-pink side-ponytail hair, and strutted about feeling very, very conspicuous.
:)
Then LIFT came, and the driver actually walked back and forth on the lawn until I finally decided to spare us all the hell of him leaving. I walked out, asking if he'd knocked, and he looked away, saying "...um, yeah...you ready?"
Sure, I guess.
Got in the car and there was a kid there who was very insistent that ladies don't have beards, and that I was a silly lady for having one. Now I'm stuck in a car with someone who might not even be able to grasp the concept of hormonal disorders, and...I was kind of stymied.
Got to the store, shopped for many things, hobbling about because my cane was nowhere to be found...then went outside and sat for an hour and a half, because my bus was running late.
Then I get home, login to SL again, FINALLY track down that dancer I'd only half-trained, start showing her around, and SL goes down HARD.
And weird, did I mention weird? When I got back in, Rivula--the actual sim I work in--had apparently shut down, and I got shifted over to the infohub at Braunsworth. And, since apparently EVERYONE had been shunted to one infohub or another...at the hub it was raining avatars for a bit. Even one Linden got shunted into the chaos.
I couldn't get my inventory to load, so I had access to none of my landmarks...and couldn't move for the lag...so finally, just flew out, across three other sims until I reached something in Hazeltine that said "store".
As far as I know, I'm still there, because right after that, the entire grid collapsed.
And, three hours later, the grid is still down, and I'm inexplicably freezing to death. I may just go back to bed, because bed=warm blankets, and a little heaterbox I can plug in. :)
In the meantime, remember the zombie fanvid I linked a few days back? Here's Re: Your Brains, by Jonathan Coulton, if anyone wants it.
And Leif Ericson gets his own statue in Seattle. It's about damned time...
And New York Fashion Week started during the braindrop SL's been causing! Oh noes!
Well, it's okay. I still have pics. :)
Whoa. Okay, sure, it looks kinda cool, and I bet completely underwater that thing drifts and is real purty, but...on land? Or worse, dragging that bustle attachment out of the water?
You would actually lose cool points for doing that. And gods forbid, what if you tripped? The loss of cool would be monumental.
A swimsuit is modeled during the Gottex Spring 2007 fashion show Friday at Bryant Park in New York. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Okay, suit? Not necessarily that bad. Hat? Cute. Scarf? Kicky. Attached cuffs? Kinda neat.
Why this is here: the photographer who caught the model mid-blink. She looks stoned. She looks drunk. She looks...very Paris Hilton, actually, with better hair. And face. And skin.
Heh.
A swimsuit is modeled during the Gottex Spring 2007 fashion show Friday at Bryant Park in New York. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
I don't know what you have to do to make someone with those kind of abs look this unattractive walking down a runway...but Bartlett, stop it. Just...stop. You're verging on Galliano territory.
Model displays fashion from the John Bartlett spring 2007 collection shown in New York Friday. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Whoa. Phil Donahue's still alive.
He looks grumpy.
Television personality Phil Donahue watches the John Bartlett spring 2007 fashion show in New York Friday. (September 08, 2006) (Associated Press)
Whoo. I was beginning to get worried. Walked through Perry Ellis and Rag and Bone and Mark Bouwer, and it was all...sedate and settled and earth-tone as hell. It was...I was wading deep into the waters of attractive fashion, and I was scared.
Then Baby Phat arrived. Gave me women with brain-eating flowers and bizarre utility belts covered in little butt purses. Thank you, Baby Phat, you saved me just in time.
A model wears the designs of Kimora Lee Simmons for her Baby Phat collection. (AP Photo/ Louis Lanzano) (September 08, 2006)
Does it not look like she's about to topple right over from the weight of that bag?
That is an OVERSIZED bag. Unless the woman is flying, or is trying to fashionably pursue a career as an EMT...NO WOMAN needs that as a day bag. TOO DAMN BIG.
You're so fired, Kimora.
A model wears the designs of Kimora Lee Simmons for her Baby Phat collection. (AP Photo/ Louis Lanzano) (September 08, 2006)