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(Mostly) Friends Only!
90% of entries will be friends-locked. The remainder will not be representative of the whole but that's tough. You don't get to see "the whole" unless i say so.
Add if you want added, but i reserve the right to refuse entry if i suspect you of being some IRL chucklehead.
*More bleat to be found at my older journal, over here.
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[Dec. 31st, 2009|03:24 pm] |
Well, that was a rubbish christmas. I hope yours was better. I had nothing to celebrate and no-one to celebrate with! I don't really mind. I'm estranged from my family, which is exactly how it should be. I have nothing to say to any of them.
One of our rabbits, Charcoal, decided that Xmas Eve was the perfect day on which to get sick. We rushed her down to the vet's and they kept her in all over Xmas. She required some quite aggressive treatment (kneading of the stomach, etc). Apparently, she was absolutely full up with gas.
When she came back to us she was incredibly perky and full of beans and almost a completely different rabbit. |
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| we're virtual, not virtuous |
[Dec. 22nd, 2009|10:34 am] |
Hi, everyone
I'm ok. :-) Hope you are, too.
Two of my piggers (Sheep and Peppers) still have mites so they're undergoing another round of treatment. Thankfully the rest of the herd are OK.
Also, have you heard that noise that piggers make?
The one that goes: "er-er-er ... er-er-er"?
It's a complaining tone which i sometimes translate as: "we want boars ... we want boars". And, no, the girsl are *not* getting boars. Not now, not ever.
Noodles started it. She was the first pig we had and she would always make that noise and panic, and make everyone else panic, too. So now we refer to that noise as Jonesy-ing, as in:
"Don't panic! Don't panic!" (Dad's Army? No? Oh, never mind then).
On the other hand, perhaps they just want boars. :-(
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I'm still seeing the guy in SL i shall hereafter refer to as 'the yank'. I mean no disrespect to him or anyone else. It was either that or 'the twerp'. Honest.
This must be the most tempestuous relationship SL has ever known. And definitely the hottest. It's a good thing he lives in Texas and i live in England or, i tell you what, there'd be not only fireworks, but forest fires, floods, tidal waves, earthquakes et al. Thank god, at this distance we can be relatively safe from each other. But, damn, the chemistry! Un-fucking-believable.
I'm now living in my third house in Second Life (SL). I keep moving. This one is a snow cabin. I think it's beautiful. The yank lives somewhere hot and sandy, with palm trees (in SL, ok). No, we don't live together. Our avatars would spontaneously combust if we spent that much time together; pixels melting all over the place.
No more SL ramblings until i post pics. This time i promise :-) |
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| pet stuff |
[Oct. 30th, 2009|01:27 pm] |
In pet news, two of the piggers, Sheep and Peppers acquired mites and this meant all seven had to be treated.
Then Owl developed a lump behind her ear and was put on antibiotics. Yesterday she went into theatre to have it removed. We think it was benign (strange word!) but it's as well to be on the safe side.
She's recovering well. Despite being the smallest and lightest of all of the seven she still rules the herd. (Mr Squashy finally admits she's a strong-willed pig and utterly fearless).
I ♥ Owl, i really do. But i wish she was a little more substantial, physically. She doesn't need to be (she's an absolute tyrant) but it would make me feel better.
Everyone else is well.
Dribbler has a soft, warm, winter's coat that smells of cowpats.
And i have at leat 800 photos to sift through, all taken over the summer! I will post some to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) starfishpaws. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2009|01:03 pm] |
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Mr Squashy and i went out for restaurant curry over the weekend with an old school friend of his. I'd never met this friend before. I'm not very social and i usually avoid stuff unless i absolutely can't get out of it, even when food is on the agenda.
I'm glad i went. It was well worth it.
Most of Mr Squashy's friends are perfectly acceptable in their own way but they all share one thing: they could bore for England. They talk about computers and motorbikes and unlistenable 'experimental' music and computers... Some of them are 'Unix men'. I don't exactly know what a Unix man is, but i do know it's hellish geeky. None of Mr Squashy's male friends know how to talk to females and most of them don't have girlfriends. Some of them, i can say quite confidently, are never getting one of those.
Mr Squashy's old schoolfriend was a lovely surprise. I could almost imagine i was talking to Morrissey's doppelganger in Twyford! Articulate, charming, erudite; excellent sense of humour. Hmmmm. Does Morrissey even have a sense of humour? Yes, of course he does, sillies, but it's dust-dry and in danger of blowing away with the next puff of wind!
Funny that Mr Squashy kept this one tucked away for so long. I wish he hadn't!
Curry? What curry? Oh, that curry! Yes, it was delicious, thank you. :-) |
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| SL Shenanigans |
[Oct. 23rd, 2009|01:42 pm] |
Well, i'm back at work after a 6 weeks' hiatus* and back into real life (hereafter referred to as 'RL'). Autumn came and went in the blink of an eye, and it all happened whilst i was immersed in Second Life (hereafter to be referred to as 'SL').
I've met some decent people and made some interesting friends.
I even became 'involved’'with someone for a couple of weeks. (Not what i meant when i said i wanted the "full sl experience" but i did say it and i got it) Do i regret it? No. But i wish it had been with someone else. Anyone else.
Oh, there were plenty of warning signs but i chose to ignore them cos i was flattered and having fun. Or, i thought i was, which amounts to the same thing.
He had a decent-looking avatar and a fully functioning sexual 'attachment' (you seriously need to visit this world, lol), albeit his personality had all the pizzazz of a spent fuse. Boring and bullsh*tting in equal measure. As far as i recall, he only ever said *one* interesting thing and that was/is kind of chilling:
"I keep forgetting there are real people behind the avatars".
Uhm. Okay.
You've been talking to me every day for a month and you still don't get that i'm a real person behind this dressed up dolly in virtual clothing. Not sure how that's possible, but since you mistakenly regard SL as a 'sex game' and nothing more (and, by the way, thanks for imparting that little gem so late on in the day), i shouldn't be surprised, should i?
I'm so glad you're not out in RL saying, "I keep forgetting there are real people behind the real people". Then you really would be messed up, wouldn't you. Oh, wait ---
Anyhow, i'll reserve most of this for a locked post 'cos it's just way too entertaining!
Having found out what a monumental fuck up i'd landed myself with, i booted his ass. I wish i'd done it 3 weeks earlier 'cos i ended up with my typing fingers well and truly burnt. Please god he/it never crosses my path again in any of all possible worlds.
Yes, it's true: You can be who and whatever you want to be in SL. But don't think your RL personality won't show through. Mine did and does, because i don't believe in concealing who i am. To be frank, i don't know how.
Moreover, you can't say very, very little in an attempt to hide who you are and then (as that guy did) claim that you're being a 'good listener'. It's a meaningless concept when you're sat behind a keyboard, dumbass! It can only mean that (a) you have nothing to say or (b) you fell asleep. 'Good listener', my virtual ass!
So what have i learnt?
Well, chiefly that the same idiots one habitually runs into in RL exist in Second Life as well. Perhaps there really are no alternate realities, just different arenas. What a sad thought.
* about which, more later. |
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| ferrets and tortoises |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|01:52 pm] |
I went to see ferret racing over the weekend. It wasn't very good, but it did make me think about owning a ferret or two ... Not now, but as a future possibility.
And who says tortoises can't be cute? THIS makes me want a tortoise badly.
I broached the subject with Mr Squashy but he said no. :-( |
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| golf ball sized lump |
[Aug. 31st, 2009|12:30 am] |
Well, he's obviously been fighting again, because he has another golf ball sized lump on his back.
Who? Dribbler, of course. Dribbler the incorrigible fighting cat.
*sigh* |
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