I had to share these wonderful pictures that my dear friend and master photographer JJ Goodman took of my family and me when we were partying at DJ Rascal's set at the Second Pride yesterday.
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Saturday, June 28, 2014
Paparazzi Captures Clan McMillan @ SP
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Monday, June 23, 2014
My Parade Blunder
Remember how I have been going on about how much I have missed the opening parades at Second Pride? And how happy I was when I learned that we would have one at this years Second Pride?
Well, I managed to botch up my participation by going for a short nap four hours before the parade was going to start and then sleeping for five hours. This despite having set several wake-up calls both on my landline telephone and my cellphone, all for safety's sake as I could not imagine I would sleep that long.
Luckily my family members (hubby Tomais, son Guyke and son-in-law Garrett) were at the right place in the right time and could represent the McMillan colors.
According to the reports I have received from the Opening Parade it was a tremendous success, with more than 180 avatars taking part or watching from the adjacent sim. There were only a few problems, which were to be expected considering the amount of avatars there. I am so upset with myself for missing it.
Well, when I finally did wake up I logged in as fast as I could to calm my worried family and could get a feel of the parade anyhow as it runs 24/7 (except the short while the sim is restarted everyday). I went a little crazy and tried out many of the floats, as documented below by blogging buddies Jeff Ellsworth and Carl Paneer and my Tomais.
For more great pictures from Second Pride Festival, please visit my blog buddies Jeff Ellsworth; Jeff Ellsworth Witnessing A Second Life: Second Pride 2014 Live and Lively (live blogging) and Carl Paneer: NakedCarl Second Life.
Well, I managed to botch up my participation by going for a short nap four hours before the parade was going to start and then sleeping for five hours. This despite having set several wake-up calls both on my landline telephone and my cellphone, all for safety's sake as I could not imagine I would sleep that long.
Luckily my family members (hubby Tomais, son Guyke and son-in-law Garrett) were at the right place in the right time and could represent the McMillan colors.
Photo by Tomais Ashdene |
Photo by Tomais Ashdene |
Photo by Jeff Ellsworth |
Well, when I finally did wake up I logged in as fast as I could to calm my worried family and could get a feel of the parade anyhow as it runs 24/7 (except the short while the sim is restarted everyday). I went a little crazy and tried out many of the floats, as documented below by blogging buddies Jeff Ellsworth and Carl Paneer and my Tomais.
Photo by Jeff Ellsworth |
Photo by Jeff Ellsworth |
Photo by Tomais Ashdene |
Garrett & Guyke watching the Bock-parade Photo by Carl Paneer |
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Sunday, April 20, 2014
O Tempora, O Mores!
In olden and I don't hesitate to call them better times, not that long ago really, it was customary for a suitor to pay a visit to the father of the intended bride or groom to ask for the beloved child's hand in marriage. During the visit the suitor would be asked to state his case and give provide proof of his good intentions, his suitability and his means to keep the beloved child in a manor to which it had become accustomed.
Those are now bygone days I am sad to say. Yesterday while I was hastily going through the latest updates on Facebook, after my hot and steamy shower and immediately before I hit the Egyptian linens that cover my stately fourposter bed, I - by pure chance, I swear - came across the announcement below.
You can of course imagine my complete and utter state of shock at seeing this news.
Add to this the fact that I had spoken to the two no less than twenty minutes earlier without being told a word about this news that they now flaunted for all the world to see.
Luckily for me and the two newlyweds, I was in communications with my royal consort at the time of this discovery, otherwise a troop of the Southern Charm palace guards would have been sent out to search for and apprehend the two and throw them into the dungeons beneath the palace - in separate cells, mind you - to stew until it suited my pleasure to speak to them, in a year or two.
However, my wiser and more sensible spouse convinced me that we must change with the times and accept the fact.
"Both the boys are old enough to know what they want and do as they wish", he told me and also reminded me of the fact that I had myself been rather hastily married to him not long ago. Although I told Tomais that was not at all the same thing, as neither he or I had fathers that could be approached and that we had waited two months. I also added that both the newlyweds had personally made me a firm promise not to jump the guns.
"They are young", he said, "you must forgive them, lover. We will both send good thoughts to them and hope that everything will go well!" I realized of course, that Tomais advice was - as always - sound but told him I still needed to sleep on it to come to terms with it. Tomais agreed that that might be the best thing to do, considering my weakened state.
So today I, the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife, am here to tell you all the following.
Those are now bygone days I am sad to say. Yesterday while I was hastily going through the latest updates on Facebook, after my hot and steamy shower and immediately before I hit the Egyptian linens that cover my stately fourposter bed, I - by pure chance, I swear - came across the announcement below.
Add to this the fact that I had spoken to the two no less than twenty minutes earlier without being told a word about this news that they now flaunted for all the world to see.
Luckily for me and the two newlyweds, I was in communications with my royal consort at the time of this discovery, otherwise a troop of the Southern Charm palace guards would have been sent out to search for and apprehend the two and throw them into the dungeons beneath the palace - in separate cells, mind you - to stew until it suited my pleasure to speak to them, in a year or two.
However, my wiser and more sensible spouse convinced me that we must change with the times and accept the fact.
"Both the boys are old enough to know what they want and do as they wish", he told me and also reminded me of the fact that I had myself been rather hastily married to him not long ago. Although I told Tomais that was not at all the same thing, as neither he or I had fathers that could be approached and that we had waited two months. I also added that both the newlyweds had personally made me a firm promise not to jump the guns.
"They are young", he said, "you must forgive them, lover. We will both send good thoughts to them and hope that everything will go well!" I realized of course, that Tomais advice was - as always - sound but told him I still needed to sleep on it to come to terms with it. Tomais agreed that that might be the best thing to do, considering my weakened state.
So today I, the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife, am here to tell you all the following.
From the bottom of my heart I congratulate Crown Prince Guyke, Prince of Paradijs, and Mr. Garrett Smith Esq., a Texan of no - as yet - known royal lineage, to their recent wedding. I also heartily welcome Garrett Smith into the family, where he shall be given a place at the main table at all formal state occasions. In due course he may, or may not, be given a suitable title.
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Sunday, April 13, 2014
Interrogatory Tea
On Friday evening Guyke, Prince of Paradijs, and his suitor Garrett Smith received an invitation for tea with the laird and his royal consort at their summer palace.
As the Crown Prince of Southern Charm, Guyke of course understood that the "invitation" was nothing less than a lairdal command. His beautiful face turned ashen and he gasped for breath as his hands shook slightly while he made it crystal clear to Garrett that the plans they had for the evening must be cancelled.
When the young men arrived at the summer palace they were greeted by Tomais and Bock. Tomais was his usual exuberant charming self and immediately put Garrett at ease with his friendliness. The laird was more withdrawn and claimed to have some important state duties to take care of while Tomais showed Garrett the palace and the grounds.
The lairds urgent business was in fact to receive the latest updates on a dossier about Garrett Smith and his life, in first life, SecondLife and all his other Internet activities during the last 15 years that had been assembled by the Southern Charm Secret Service (SCSS) and its affiliates (the American NSA, CSI and FBI, the British Secret Service, MI 5 and MI 6 and the Israeli Mossad). The dossier was now more than twelve inches thick, nothing the man had ever done had escaped scrutiny.
As the laird could not be expected to memorize it all he was supplied with an earphone connected to one of his aides who would supply him with information throughout the "interview" with the unsuspecting Garrett.
After the tour was over, the four of them sat down at the kitchen table for some tea, scones, pleasant conversation and a meticulously veiled interrogation.
Garrett did and said everything right, there was nothing underhanded or dishonest in his answers to the questions that the laird posed to him. The relief that the laird felt on the outcome of the interview was noticeable both on his face and in his demeanor.
Everyone was able to relax and enjoy the rest a very pleasant evening, part of it dancing as mermen.
However the laird was somewhat confused about why his stepson started blushing and frantically giggling every time Garrett mentioned his possession of a Texas longhorn. Why would the ownership of cattle get the boy in such a tizzy?
As the Crown Prince of Southern Charm, Guyke of course understood that the "invitation" was nothing less than a lairdal command. His beautiful face turned ashen and he gasped for breath as his hands shook slightly while he made it crystal clear to Garrett that the plans they had for the evening must be cancelled.
When the young men arrived at the summer palace they were greeted by Tomais and Bock. Tomais was his usual exuberant charming self and immediately put Garrett at ease with his friendliness. The laird was more withdrawn and claimed to have some important state duties to take care of while Tomais showed Garrett the palace and the grounds.
As the laird could not be expected to memorize it all he was supplied with an earphone connected to one of his aides who would supply him with information throughout the "interview" with the unsuspecting Garrett.
After the tour was over, the four of them sat down at the kitchen table for some tea, scones, pleasant conversation and a meticulously veiled interrogation.
Garrett did and said everything right, there was nothing underhanded or dishonest in his answers to the questions that the laird posed to him. The relief that the laird felt on the outcome of the interview was noticeable both on his face and in his demeanor.
Everyone was able to relax and enjoy the rest a very pleasant evening, part of it dancing as mermen.
However the laird was somewhat confused about why his stepson started blushing and frantically giggling every time Garrett mentioned his possession of a Texas longhorn. Why would the ownership of cattle get the boy in such a tizzy?
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
The Laird Approves
The message above was posted on Garrett Smith's timeline on Facebook yesterday. It should be a warning to you all on what poking can lead to.
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I am the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife.
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I am the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife.
As the father of Crown Prince Guyke, Prince of Paradijs, I approve the message.
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Sunday, March 30, 2014
Guyke Turns Seven Today
Believe it or not, but it is true nonetheless, today is the seventh rezday of my son and heir, the Crown Prince of Southern Charm and "The Cuteness that is Guyke"™.
I, of course, have in my possession some of the oldest, the ugliest and the most horrific pictures of the man, but today I will only show you some of the best.
Here are three of my favorites, all of them taken by JJ Goodman II.
I, of course, have in my possession some of the oldest, the ugliest and the most horrific pictures of the man, but today I will only show you some of the best.
Here are three of my favorites, all of them taken by JJ Goodman II.
Happy seventh rezday, my darling Guyke!
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Sunday, March 23, 2014
Blame It On the Internet
Social studies are showing that an ever increasing amount of couples find each other on social forums, gaming communities, virtual realities, matchmaking sites and other meeting places provided on the Internet. They meet each other there, fall in love and manage to carry it over into first life.
The wedding started a little later than scheduled as one of the grooms-maids had to answer a nature call, but we all patiently waited for the girl to finish. When that was over we all started worrying about if Daimon had decided to ditch Hugo "at the altar" as he was nowhere to be seen. The only one who kept his calm about this was Hugo himself, because he could inform us that Daimon's primatar was sitting beside him at the computer.
After the wedding ceremony had been successfully concluded - and the grooms had finally stopped smooching - the wedding party could depart from the wedding venue and move into the reception area next door, which was decorated as beautifully.
Congratulations Mssrs. Daimon and Hugo Summers, may you be happy together in both your first life and your SecondLife. Thank you so much for inviting me to your wonderful wedding.
Don't forget guys, you promised to inform us when you get married in first life also!
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Furthermore, I consider that Dejerrity Mycron must be partnered soon. The wonderful man's single status is an utter mystery to me and he certainly needs other things to occupy his mind. Interested parties should contact me a.s.a.p. for additional information.
Yesterday we learned that Daimon and Hugo are one of these couples. They met through their SecondLife avatar accounts on Facebook, when Hugo commented on a funny thing Daimon had posted, then in-world where they fell in love and later on in first life.
The wedding venue was beautifully decorated in a coherent color scheme of white and lilac, the latter being a color I usually detest but it worked well this time. As Tomais was otherwise occupied I was escorted by the Crown Prince Guyke to represent the family.
Hugo and the guests are waiting for Daimon to arrive |
Five fashionistas displaying exquisite taste in men's wear, from left to right I, me & myself, Guyke and Mikey Hax. |
The wedding party is finally assembled |
The happy couple |
Smooching after the ceremony - it went on forever! |
After the wedding ceremony had been successfully concluded - and the grooms had finally stopped smooching - the wedding party could depart from the wedding venue and move into the reception area next door, which was decorated as beautifully.
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We all stopped dancing for the two grooms first dance together as a married couple |
Don't forget guys, you promised to inform us when you get married in first life also!
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Furthermore, I consider that Dejerrity Mycron must be partnered soon. The wonderful man's single status is an utter mystery to me and he certainly needs other things to occupy his mind. Interested parties should contact me a.s.a.p. for additional information.
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Monday, March 3, 2014
And the Oscar Goes To...
... the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, etc., etc., in not only one but two categories!
Most Improved
BM Oh (Delivery was delayed by lag...)
Most Stylish
I won the Oscar's in the categories of Best Husband and Best Blogger. The jury consisted of my hubby Tomais Ashdene alone, so the choices are of course completely unbiased and cannot be disputed.
I in turn, being completely objective and totally ruthless awarded Tomais Ashdene the Oscars in the categories for Best Husband, Best Father, Best Photographer and Best Shoe Slut.
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Here are the Oscars awarded by the staff of Bock in SecondLife this year (in alphabetical order by category and surnames)
Best Blogger
Apmel Goosson, Eddi Haskell & Ziggy Starsmith
Best Brother
Dejerrity Mycron
Best Builder
Jak Calcutt, sirhc DeSantis-McMillan & Dru Eiren-Milneaux
Best Child
Guyke Lundquist
Best Deejay
Preston Benoir-Stäväros, sirhc DeSantis-McMillan, Butch Diavolo, sarco Halderman, Karl Kalchek, Hottie B Lockjaw, Michelangelo Reverie, Rylan Sirnah & Ryder Yowman
Best Designer
Apple Fall
Best Dressed
Guyke Lundquist & Dex Moleno
Best Frienemy
Dejerrity Mycron
Best Friend
Millimina Salamander & Vampi Twine-DeSantis-McMillan-McMillan (honorary)
Best Gay
Kahvy Sands
Best Hag
Lucretia Brandenburg
Best Photographer
Ricco Saenz & Nikolai Warden
Best Pose Maker
Vice Poses (Spencer Ronzales & Finn Millar)
Best Sister
Millimina Salamander
Best Wife
Vampi Twine DeSantis-McMillan-McMillan (honorary)
Best Performer
Strum Diesel
Label Whore
Dex Moleno
Most Fabulous
Dahlia Jayaram & Guyke Lundquist
Most Glamourous
Guyke Lundquist & BM Oh (The latter one's delivery was delayed by lag...)Most Improved
BM Oh (Delivery was delayed by lag...)
Most Stylish
Guyke Lundquist
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Monday, February 17, 2014
Out With the Old Leads, In With the New
Together with Tomais and Guyke I payed a visit yesterday to the Gay Archipelago bash to say thanks and good bye to their outgoing Lead Garth Raleigh and PR Lead Othon Weiland and welcoming in the new Lead ricogenu Resident and Parvin (Xcept Atlas).
When we started feeling cramped and sweaty in our suits Tomais and I decided to go let our balls hang loose for a while in the constantly balmy breezes at Boystown's Sunday Beach Party with Ryder Yowman and host Lee McKay. The view was exquisite!
I, my hubby and Avacar Bluestar |
Petr Hastings Vanbeeck, Chairman of Second Pride |
Rico, the new lead of GA |
Othon, Garth, Parvin and Mitch (Garth's husband) |
Guyke at the side of solid and hot DJ Rocky Constantine |
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Sunday, February 9, 2014
Early Morning
This morning I woke up just around 8.30 AM, much earlier than usual on a Sunday. Although I had only slept for about five hours, I felt well rested and ready to face the world and what the day could bring me.
While I was waiting for the coffee to brew I logged into Facebook to check on what people had been up to. There I got a call from my son Guyke to come in-world, my hubby was having problems sleeping. I got a cup of my newly brewed, wonderfully smelling coffee and logged into my other life and on Skype to see if I could help.
Soon after I had joined the two I established that my Tomais was overtired and all tensed up from sleep deprivation and body aches, what he needed most of all was to relax, to allow his body to get the much needed sleep. I shooed my son away and ordered my man to join me in the bed at the beach house.
With my husband laying in my arms, we slowly talked and shared things about our first lives and our SecondLifes. I was mostly listening, trying to comfort him and sometimes telling him there was nothing urgent for him to do on Sunday, he could sleep all day if he needed to. All would still be well.
After a while I could hear his breathing getting slower and deeper and I knew we were on the right track. Finally my darling told me that he was going to get up from the floor, where he had been resting during our talk, and go to bed to try and sleep again. We said our farewells and hopefully my sweet husband slept well.
I returned to Southern Charm, to take a look at the new corner with a pergola that we had set up on Saturday. It looked wonderful, so I jumped into the water and took a swim with my shark Jaws and then sat in the pergola enjoying the breeze, the birds chirping and the calmness while thinking to myself how amazing it was to be happy again.
P.S. And then I log into Facebook again and see that Tomais was up two hours ago, so maybe he still didn't get much sleep despite my efforts. Damn!
P.S. And then I log into Facebook again and see that Tomais was up two hours ago, so maybe he still didn't get much sleep despite my efforts. Damn!
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Saturday, February 8, 2014
The Henge Party
Our friends Nikolai Warden and his partner Rylan Sirnah have built a henge. Last Sunday it was time to inaugurate it with a party, to suit the historical venue and the season the theme was Imbolc (Saint Brigid's Day), but as it was so cold the nice guys suggested we wear furs.
I - as usual - complained that I had "nothing suitable to wear" in my 24,000+ items Inventory, so Tomais had to take me shopping first. Tom knows where to shop so in a short time I was suitably attired as a barbarian.
Tomais and I brought Guyke and JJ Goodman II along with us to the party. JJ was kind enough to share some of the pictures he took with me, which is why most of the beautiful photography in this post are by him below are by him.
I - as usual - complained that I had "nothing suitable to wear" in my 24,000+ items Inventory, so Tomais had to take me shopping first. Tom knows where to shop so in a short time I was suitably attired as a barbarian.
Tomais and I brought Guyke and JJ Goodman II along with us to the party. JJ was kind enough to share some of the pictures he took with me, which is why most of the beautiful photography in this post are by him below are by him.
"Barbarian Bock" Photography by JJ Goodman II |
Left to right, Guyke, JJ, Tom and I. Photography by JJ Goodman II |
"The Beautiful Barbarian Tomais" Photography by JJ Goodman II |
"Tomais & Bock" Photography by JJ Goodman II |
"Barbarian. Self Portrait" Photography by JJ Goodman II |
"Guyke & JJ" Photography by JJ Goodman II |
Freezing Nikolai, our host |
Rylan, our host and DJ |
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