Lounging with Ms Lucretia

When I was dancing naked at The Sunday Tea Party at Steamworkz with DJ Lee McKay and host Garrett, I happened to get a teleport and mistakenly - before I got dressed - clicked it.

The first thing I heard when I landed in my friend Ms Lucy's backyard was her shouting "Put your clothes on!", or something to that effect. 

Ms Lucy has a very commanding presence indeed, although she claims to be of very humble, meek and mild Quaker origin who just happens to take great pleasure in pinching men's luscious butts.

As I have a God given bouncy and delightful butt, that I made myself, I am eternally assaulted when I least suspect it. I accuse her of being a spoiled, pampered and willful Jewish princess instead. She doesn't like that one bit, but do I care, really?

No, I most certainly don't. Not when she calls me "her Swedish Meatball".

Ms Lucy has a homestead together with her first life friend Nikolai Warden. They have apparently known each other since they were both in diapers and Ms Lucy used to defend him against kindergarten bullies.

The two have really created a wonderful home together on the homestead.

I also got to see Ms Lucy's updated look. To me it looks like a breathtakingly stunning African-American-Oriental blend. Her first life brother says, she looks like a famous heterosexual female porn-star named Skye Diamond, never heard of her or seen any of her work so I cannot say if it's true or not.

As it was rather late already when I got the teleport, we had a leisurely talk about non-important things, before it was time for me to logoff.

Multiple-Teleport Fail!

This is what is liable to happen in SecondLife if you teleport more than one person at a time somewhere. My brother JJ lands on-top of my husband Tomais.

Beam Me Up, Scotty!

Today I have been to Stockholm over the day, it was a horrible experience! These trips usually take me about two and a half hours one way, but today it took me a full six hours to get to Stockholm.

The airport taxi picked me up in time and we were at Malmö airport about 40 minutes before my plane was supposed to depart, at 09:45AM local time. I had a caffe latte and a croissant at the cafeteria and was waiting at the gate 25 minutes before the announced departure time. Five minutes later it was announced that the airplane that was supposed to take us to Stockholm had landed at Copenhagen airport in Denmark instead, due to heavy fog at Malmö.

We were then told we would be shuttled by bus to Copenhagen airport to catch the plane from there. The trip to Copenhagen airport takes about 20 minutes over the Öresund bridge and we would be there in good time for the plane to depart an hour later than the scheduled departure from Malmö. I would maybe miss the lunch, but would still be in time for my meeting. So I decided to travel with the bus to Denmark, which was a huge mistake as it turned out.

Once we got to Copenhagen airport we were told that the departure was delayed for an hour without any reason given. I once again made a wrong decision, when I did not abort my trip with that knowledge. After hanging about for an hour we were allowed to board the plane, if it had left at that time I would have been a bit more than fashionably late but would still catch most of the meeting.

Instead, at the precise time of departure, we learned that three passengers who had checked in with luggage had not boarded the airplane. This meant that the three's luggage had to be unloaded before we could leave, this procedure took another 30-40 minutes.

The flight to Stockholm was smooth and took less than an hour. I was booked to take the Arlanda Express train which takes 20 minutes from the airport to Stockholms City centre, but when I got to the train station I was informed that all trains to Stockholm had been cancelled for more than an hour in order to conduct necessary recovery and cleaning up due to the fact that a sad soul had decide to commit "suicide by train". The alternative way to get to Stockholm City from the airport was by coach, which takes 45 minutes to an hour.

All this hassle with just one cup of coffee, a croissant and only three cigarettes. (Smoking isn't allowed anywhere these days! *Deep sigh*)

The trip home was smooth and uneventful, thank heavens for that.
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On the trip home I was thinking about how wonderful it would be if we could teleport in first life too. Just to say "Beam me up, Scotty!" and hey presto there I would be at my meeting in Stockholm. What a marvelous and efficient way to travel long distances in just a matter of seconds. Isn't it weird that more efforts aren't made to achieve this? We can land men on the moon and split atoms, how difficult could it really be for those geniuses to come up with a relatively safe way of scattering our atoms, moving them with the speed of light and then reassemble them at the destination point?

I am sure there will be some minor flaws at first, but they could try sending bananas back and forth during the experimental stages and then start with people. Of course there would be some mix ups from time to time, but then there always are some risks with new technology. Some guy could turn up at the destination point with a huge bosom, while the woman who lost the breasts came out with a flat chest. Those are reasonable sacrifices we must make for the good of us all. Eventually I am certain that it would almost never occur, not more than once in 10.000 teleports or something, would anyone get someone elses foot or dick or whatever.

In time they could perhaps even combine these travels with rejuvenation, where they filtered viruses away before reassembling or just gave you a desired makeover that shaved away 2-5 years or so.

Trespassing

Today it felt like I had gotten my second life back again!

After first making sure that the effects of changing the setting of "Quality and speed" in the graphics was still there, I felt a lot of the anxiety and worries just leave me. It was a glorious and wonderful warm feeling, because for a while I had believed I might have to abandon Bock, which would be like cutting away an arm or a foot. So much of me is tied up with Bock.

Well, the effects were still there and I could actually recreate the strange phenomenon of #01587329 by changing the graphics settings to between High and Ultra. And stop it by changing the settings back to High or Ultra.

The strangest thing about this whole experience is that I had two avatars (Bock and Cruella) running simultaneously on the same hardware, software, ISP and the same viewer with the exact same settings and one of them had the problems while the other one did not. Very curios!

My only problem now is that I freeze up after many teleports and a short while later I crash, but that I think I can live with even if it is a little annoying.

The warm and happy feeling made me do a few mischievous things, I went trespassing to the homes of a few friends who were otherwise occupied or away in first life.. Would you believe it, at one of the places the owners had actually had the nerve to change things since my last visit there so that I landed in water? Cheeky buggers!

When the cat is away....!

When the boys are away....!

Support Ticket #01587329 II

Illustration from Everest.ca

Today I received the following response on my support ticket from Linden Lab.

"A comment has been added to your Case..

Case: 01587329

Avatar: Bock McMillan

Type: Other Inworld Issues

Status: Information Requested

  Hello Bock,

I want to first thank you for providing so much helpful and needed information about this case. I wish more cases were in depth like this one.  I am very sorry to hear about these issues you are having and this situation is very unique.  I do have a question for you that I could not see an answer for:  Are you using a Hardwired or Wireless internet connection?  I will probably have more questions, but this is very vital, and I wanted to start here.  Thank you for any additional info you can contribute!

Theresa Linden

Second Life Support

To reply to this case, either Reply to this email, or visit : https://secondlife.com/my/support/?caseID=01587329

(To view the Case online, you will need to log into Secondlife.com with this Avatar: Bock McMillan)"

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I sent the following answer.

"Hello Theresa,

I am using a Hardwired Internet connection.

I have also tried out my alternate accounts all of them seem OK except for one other that gets the same repetition in local chat. However I do not use those accounts much at all and it has only been on the home sim so the value of this discovery is limited I should think.

Another thing I would like to add, is that it seems like I the system tries to repeat my teleports also, because after every time I have teleported I now get a pop up telling me that teleports are blocked. This happens when I am actually at the place I wanted to tp to.

Kind regards

Bock McMillan"

Two Parties

This was the evening of the two parties, both with great DJ´s.

I started out at Mikedacook "Mikey" Dinzeo´s birthday party. Mikey and I share the same birthday in first life and there was a third guy named Kevin at the party who had a birthday next week. GO CAPRICORNS!

Ryce Skytower and his husband Benja Aquila where at the party too (see pics above). They were - as always - all over each other but sweet all the same.

Birthday boy and DJ Mikedacook "Mikey" Dinzeo

Next I was invited to drop in at DJ Shepherd´s set, and of course I could not say no to that, even if I had discussed the importance of being able to say "No" with Mikey´s husband Robin Dinzeo earlier in the evening.

Kharissa Indigo as "The Shrimp"

DJ Shepherd at the booth

The loving couple at this party were my stepson Guyke and his partner Ziggy, they looked cuter than ever!
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Besides the pleasant company and the great music at both parties it was another hell night for me. All my problems were there and I realized that I also repeat my teleports. I sure hope that Linden Lab can help me soon because this is killing me.

Snow Over S.C. - World Cut Off

Snow has been falling heavily over Southern Charm in first life since midday Friday. The amounts of snow that have fallen have virtually cut off the world.

In an effort to save the world the Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm (in both first and SecondLife) - and prince of Cascade Falls, has ordered all of his noble population to the rescue work.

Technicians and engineers are already working hard to keep logins and teleports open. The rest of the nobility will be given shovels and snow mobiles to dig out the world and thus save it from this imminent catastrophe. It is not yet fully known how long the world will survive being deprived contact with Southern Charm, but the best estimates show that the danger is immediate.

Besides saving the world there is another reason for the drastic measure of supplying the lazy nobility with shovels. The lairds planned trip to Stockholm - starting tomorrow - for a state visit with His Majesty Charles XVI Gustavus, king of Sweden, and a crisis meeting with The Nobel Prize Committee are at risk of being cancelled. (It seems the laird´s invitation to the prize ceremonies on December 10 has yet again gone astray.)

Headless

When I logged in to my SecondLife yesterday I had a lot on my to-do-list, since I hadn't been inworld for a week.

The first thing on the list was to check in with my brother in-law Dejerrity Mycron, who lives in the northwest southwest corner of Southern Charm. I was happy to see the yellow dot on the minimap indicating that he was at home.

Before going over to meet him I had to go through my usual preliminaries to get SecondLife to work (it´s been like this the last two years so I am pretty used to it by now). First thing I do is to teleport to Moa, where Ars once had an office skybox for Sarco Sound. The skybox was removed by Linden Lab just a few months ago, so these days I crash to the ground when I get there. However, once I am there everything starts working, the IM´s and notices appear and sounds come back and - above all - I am no longer sunk in the ground.to the ankles and am able to walk around. I then teleport back home and my life begins.

Once I was home again, I flew over to Dej´s place and walked up to him. The man was standing stark naked (without the willy attached) getting ready to dress for the Sunday afternoon party at Folsom.

We talked about how we were doing, recent events and this-and-that while he rummaged in his Inventory and tried things on to get ready for the party. It seems it was Halloween-themed because he ended up as an awesome headless gentleman in a nice tux with his head safely tucked under his arm. The only problem was that the drinking animation took the glass to where the head should be and not where it actually was, so the poor man didn't get his vodka.

I love visiting with Dej and especially like the fact that so much about him reminds me of Ars. Stability, loyalty, love, respect and support - all this even when he is headless.

Unscheduled Events

Yesterdays main event in SecondLife was going to be my first prom, but things happen and I ended up doing so much more.

It all started going off the well planned track when my brother in-laws Dejerrity Mycron and Jeb Nicholls came over to bring me to Dej´s parcel at the Southwest (please note I got it right this time) corner of the sim. They had been landscaping and decorating and wanted to show me what they had achieved so far.

Even if they both claim they are not done yet and that there is a lot of texturizing remaining, the spot already looks wonderful.

We sat there together at the camp fire for a good while talking about everything between heaven and earth, men (of course), life and loves, my chest hair (too little according to them both), how long Dej can keep a computer in working condition (he just got a newer one after eight years), earlier building projects they had been involved in (The Damocles Project and Ghoul Prison), how Jeb could fuel the Peoples Republic of China by daily flossing and about Ars (of course).

Time passes very fast when you are happy and when we were done covering the essentials I discovered I had already missed the Euro prom, so I had four hours to kill.before the American prom party started.

My buddy Butch Diavolo was doing an impromptu set at the Sanctuary, he always does that when he knows I am busy with other stuff. However, I was able to drop in for the last 30 minutes of his set and had a great time with great music and hilarious chat. Butch is a motormouth who is able to pull up the wittiest remarks at the drop of a hat.

I took a meal break after Butch´s set and was then called by my ex-missus for-a-day, Iendi Laville, to my buddy Apollon Allen´s jetty. Apollon was playing music for the gathered crowd (mostly Swedes) while they were dancing or enjoying the Jacuzzi.

Let me just give you a warning here.

All straight men are not avers to giving you a good time in a Jacuzzi. Ethon Sands has wandering feet that are wonderfully soft and flexible. I am not sure if he was playing with others under the water too or if they were just mocking me when they all started repeating "Ooooooooo Ethoooooon, it feels so good!"

Finally the time came to get ready for the American prom, so I reluctantly got out of the tub with the memories of Ethon´s feet still lingering on my mind.

By the time I got to the prom the party was well on it´s way and people were having a good time. I was too tired to take pictures but thoroughly enjoyed myself for an hour before leaving for bed at 4 AM my time. Avacar Bluestar was DJ-ing (the first time I heard him) to our enjoyment. Beautiful Kharissa Indigo and sexy  and notorious Ryce Skywalker were there among a whole lot of other sexy men and pleasant women.

Oh, you may be wondering if I did get a date to bring me to the prom. No such luck I am afraid, although I did try to entice the studelicious Ziggy Starsmith over with a blind teleport (He absolutely loves them!), but he was at another party and "couldn't come" (Have you ever heard a lamer excuse when being invited to a party by a sexy blond Swede,I ask?), or so he claimed.

Men, you cannot live with them, nor without them! All the same, I had a great Friday evening and early night, and have left out a lot of what happened being the soul of discretion that I am known to be.

Ziggy Speaks Up

Ziggy, looking studly as always, while preparing for battle with blind-TP offenders.

My buddy Ziggy Starsmith has never been one to hold back his opinions from fear or hesitation. The stud has now told us what he things about blind teleports in a post on his blog Ziggy On The Edge Of Second Life; Blind Teleport Offers... Blind TP´s

I could not agree more with what Ziggy tells us in that post. Those blind teleport´s are a damn nuisance and should be met with harsh rebuke - or worse - until the people doing it realize that their actions will have unwelcome consequences for them.