Kami-no-aisuru

so Alicia issued this challenge to get slackers like myself to update their “blogs” more GAWD how I hate that word and I’m not so fond of the proto culture that has sprung up around it. I’d much rather consider myself a journal-ist or a diarist. BLOGGER. horrible word as subtle as a bull in a china shop. at least call me a BLAHger or something. truth is that I’ve been puttering aroundt these internets since they became open for puttering, I kind of got most of it out of my system already. My personality is not so outgoing and bubbly and if I write about the nonsense that happens to me on a daily basis I think it just looks weird and feels pointless. So yes I overthink stuff that I’m going to write and thats why I post pictures because they’re easy and because I’m cute. ANYWAY what she had to say was probably meant for a lot of people who shout be putting themselves out there more but it hit me right at home, yo.

I do a LOT of keeping my mouth closed and my ears & eyes open in more public situations. Both in RL and SL if its a crowd at a club, a small group of friends, a forum full of relative strangers. So I probably come off a little cold & distant, sorry about that. I’m not unfriendly, and I’m not creepy.

SO I’m currently standing bare ass naked in my glorious skybox of changingness and thought I’d fire off some thoughts with minimal imagery. YES I stole the Oh Hai idea from QueenKellee and I already fessed up.

I’ve been spending a lot of time inworld, I’m spending way too much money, even if its practically imaginary. I’ve gotten kind of hooked on the more designer experience, Shiny Things, Paper Couture, so far I’ve mostly avoided Armidi because what they want for a shirt is recockulous. But I have some hair from there and its fab. I’m building stuff but I never seem to be particularly happy with the results.

Some stuff happened in the Free Style group earlier that upset me because a couple weeks back there was a free pair of boots in this location, along the back wall of said location was a pair of shoes for $10L and I informed everyone and their mama about it. I guess that price was a mistake… and now people are asked to be careful and inform the owner/creator and ask if that’s right? WTF because people (like say <3 Cupcakes just recently) decide to have a “secret” sale where the bargains are just mixed in with the regular priced stuff. I thought thats what it was & I’m NOT SORRY for informing people about it.

oh well. so the question of the day “Why did you decide to start blogging about your Second Life?” I added this “blog” GAH when I bought the Kami-no-Aisuru domain and thought i’d use it periodically. it just so happens that right after that is when I started in SL and that kind of took my world over… to be honest I don’t do much IRL and even less now that I’m unemployed. I’ve always been kind of a homebody anyway. If you know the term hikikkomori you know what I’m talking about. I would probably be a shut in if I didn’t have to do things. I’m not socially inclined, and with all of the Asperger’s talk going around these days I’ve been wondering if I don’t have a mild case. I have the ABILITY to be social just not the INCLINATION.

As for the story of the site name (and by extension my SL name) I’ve been meaning to write about that. I’ve been studying Japanese for about a year (could be going better but I have only my own laziness to blame) and its a rough translation of my RL name. don’t really care who knows it so Josephine = God’s beloved in Hebrew (fem.) and Kami=God, Aisuru=beloved. I thought it would be fun & different and had a hard time coming up with a personal domain name. so thats why in SL i’m both Aisuru (usually) and Kamino (alt). the more you know *ting*

I have a BUNCH of snaps and so I’ll probably break this up into a couple of posts today or maybe one today & one tomorrow. On the RL front I’ve sent off a bunch of resumes and stuff, got an unsolicited email from someplace but they want someone to run the press & I don’t have experience with that. *eh* The only other development is that my Great Uncle is here, I’m not sure if he’s moving in or if this is temporary. He can’t keep a decision made for more than a few days, he’s really not happy anywhere. He’s a hard man to please and he’s always thinking people are trying to rob him or cheat him. He told us just last night that he didn’t want to be treated like a child, when we said he should go take a shower. Take the hint dude! He doesn’t care about stuff like keeping clean & you can guess how that makes being around him. He gets annoyed with almost everything & he seems to relate mostly with stuff that happened back in the 30’s & 40’s. I really don’t understand it, he spent his whole life working, and scrimping, and he has a LOT of money put away to show for it (he loves to tell almost anyone about it too) but all that cash isn’t bringing him anything except for the pleasure he gets shifting his will around based on how nice people have been to him lately. I hope that if I live to his age I have more to do than toy with people and gripe about everything.

ANYWAY, they finally got my sim converted so I can start on my house again, I was really looking forward to it. So here come the pics!

When the converted it, this is how it looked for a few hours. all the land is under the water. cool.

This is my quarter after they raised the land & put some trees on.

I built a waterfall & stream coming down from the mountain to the pond. I’m having a lot of fun building & after one false start I think I know what kind of structure I want & how I want it to look. It’s going to be pretty awesome, my only problem is that I like poofy things & scripted things and now that our sim is low prim its kind of affecting the lag factor.

I won a geisha skin from FallnAngel Creations so I had to take pictures. I bought some awesome dancing fans from there & I NEED to set up a dancing area at the hizzy, because I like dancing.

This is the day from hell for me at work, its almost 6pm and I still have a few hours ahead of me. I’m guessing I’ll be missing Primtionary tonight. SO I will take a little break and tell you about a funny thing that happened to me in the upscale couture shop last night.

So I see this hairstyle blogged that totally appeals to me and its Armidi (expensivo!) but I decide to go get a demo at least. I’ve been to Armidi before and I know the layout ok, the first thing to rez for me was the doorway that I know I need to go into, and looking at my minimap I’m already standing in a whole group of avatars. None of them have shown up yet and for all I know I could be standing on someone, so I decided what the fuck I’ll just plow right in. So I start sashaying through the door and kind of bump a little, and someone I still cant see types “oww” so I stop, say “sorry if I ran into you” and keep going. thats when two different people (original and one new) start saying how i “bwoke sissy leg” and “huwt sissy” and assorted BS. finally stuff is rezzing in and I look down and theres two babies in the doorway. BABIES. i think wtf ever and go on to do my thing. Thats when the one I didn’t run into IM’s me still going on about how I owe “sissy”. I said “I apologized” and they replied something about how that doesn’t make the hurt better. and I said “maybe you shouldn’t be at foot height then” and muted them both.

Shopping later at Honey Kitty I run into more! Two people who’s avs are small girls, like maybe the 5-7 range, but they’re still talking in that insipid babytalk and they won’t shut the fuck up either. Dual mutings there too, it made my shopping experience much more peaceful.

I haven’t run into people playing as children much, that was the first time to run into people playing as babies. I find the whole practice a bit sick and disturbed but I don’t think I would mind it nearly so much if they didn’t feel the need to incessantly chatter in that stupid way. I find that my “mute” list grows longer with each passing week i’m in SL and last night was enough to teach me, if you’re prattling on in your made up lolbaby speak around me, consider yourself muted.