Drool Ziggy, Drool!

This is just to console my buddy the fearless adventurer Ziggy Starsmith, who at the moment is a prisoner in Mordor. Luckily he brought his iPad along so he can still read blogs and write on his own.

The viking legions of The Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm and prince of Cascade Falls, are on their way, sweet buddy. Alas their arrival has been somewhat delayed, as they have all insisted on visiting a pedicurist before marching off since they learned about your penchant for bare feet.

They want to look their very best when they arrive to release you from your captivity. Who can blame them?

Please remember not to wear the "One Ring" too often, you will eventually start looking like Gollum and my troops will refuse to rescue you.

Hop On Hop Oh

Yesterday I got an invitation to "join a daring art walk into exclusive goals" by my friend Kandinsky Beaumont, the famous SecondLife artist and art curator. For your information, Kandinsky recently received a well deserved invitation to participate with her art in this years Burning Man event.

Sundays event starts at 1 PM SLT at Solace Island (SLurl to the event)

The curators wish to make the general public (and especially all overly sensitive art lovers) aware of the fact that Ms SaveMe Oh is the exhibiting artist and also hosts tonight's event so they cannot ban her from the event today.

(As those who follow the art scene in SecondLife already know, my client the notorious Ms. SaveMe Oh is the most banned and kicked-out avatar in existence in SecondLife today, with the possible exception of my bosom buddy Mr. Apmel Goosson.) 

RECOMMENDED READING

The curators recommend the honored guests to read and bear in mind the following three things before attending this adventure:

1. Dry Martini – “The Elixir of Quietude”
2. La primera anchoa cantábrica de 2012, en la XX edición de Eating Madrid
3. The Good Food, Glossary - Olive

This should be a lot of fun, I hope to see you all there!

Saturday Night at The Sanctuary

My attention was directed to this event by a shout-out in The Sanctuary group that "The sexy DJ Butch is starting his set now!"

As you all must know by now I already know a Butch Diavolo, who sometimes is a DJ, so I wondered who this new DJ could be. I started inquiring in the group and it turned out that they were referring to the same Butch. Can you imagine?

Well, then of course I had to ask if Butch had made an extreme avatar makeover to achieve sexiness. This was not answered so I had to go there to check it out on my own.

The sexy DJ Butch with the sexy Shorty and the sexy DJ Feline on each side

I must admit Butch looked unusually hot and energized this evening, there was a glow around him like an aura of hotness which even I could pick up on.

I looked and listened with amazement at this man that I know fairly well and wondered what it could be. His secret prescription for attaining this degree of sexiness was soon revealed. Butch had problems with his equipment. Once in a while (every 15-20 minutes or so) it skipped a few seconds. We started calling him "DJ Sexy Technical Malfunction", or perhaps not "we" but I did.

Nevertheless, I must say his set was awesome tonight and I and everyone there thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Spanki Moulliez, myself and Butch in a shirtless dance

Butch was followed by another amazing and sexy DJ, Arcangelo "DJ Arc" Hellman. He tried to top Butch´s set but they ended neck-and-neck in my not-so-humble opinion. Two great DJ´s battling for our love and both won!

It is also good to once in a while get an eye-opener to the sexiness in those who are already oh so familiar to you. And although I have now admitted that Butch is in fact sexy, I hope you all agree with me that he has the possibility to double his appeal by starting to wear footwear. Bare feet are only sexy in bed or at the beach.

DJ Arc, surrounded by (from left to right) an unknown woman,
his girlfriend Primrose and the host Shorty

My Icelandic Goddess

Soldis, photo by  Näsets Islandshästar 

Historically I believe it would be safe to say that my relationships with Icelandic goddesses have been at best described as strained. In my humble and of course completely subjective opinion, this has mostly been due to their belligerent attitudes and their failure to comprehend what they read without loading it with perceived malice even when no such intentions were present.

Well during the last week I have finally met an Icelandic goddess with whom I was able to establish a trusting and mutually accepting relationship with. In short, Soldis (Sun Goddess) loved me and I loved her for the two hours our affair lasted.

Soldis is a full-figured mare with a strong and firm will, a beautiful reddish coat and a blond mane . Her tolt may be a bit bumpy at times and still need some work but we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly nonetheless.

Second Pride Inaugural Ball

Second Pride is having a Inaugural Ball on Sunday September 16, 2012, at 04:00 PM SLT.

This is a Second Pride fundraiser so bring your wealthy friends along! Here is your chance to meet the newly elected Second Pride board members and the newly elected Second Pride Foundation board members.

I am sure it will be a wonderful evening - for those on the American continents!

I was planning to go with my friend Carson Darkstone but when I realized that it starts at 1 AM on Monday morning (my time) I am afraid I will not be able to make it.

Your limousine to the ball!

In The Winery

As I told you all yesterday, I forced myself on to my son and son in-law yesterday and demanded a grand tour of their new sim (which I hadn't visited before).

The two young men were very pleasant as always - although Guyke got a bit flustered and tensed when I blurted out - with my usual tact, "I hate the drapes! Did they come with the building?"

Janttu had probably previously indicated to Guyke in his usual shy way that the drapes perhaps were not the best choice. Janttu really should have learned by now that subtlety doesn´t always work on my son. You need to drop an anvil on his head and scream, shout and kick for him to notice any objections when he is that mood.

However, Guyke is not the one to sulk - not always - and this was a happy occasion. When they led me to the winery I was expecting to be served a glass - or two or three - of their own home-brew. Little did I know that they had a policy of "you get as much as you give" and made me work for the wine by pulling me into an open barrel to crush the grapes by stomping on them to produce more wine. (If you click the pictures above and then use the left and right arrow keys to move from one to the other you can watch me work myself into a very thirsty state.)

I go my wine and was then showed around the rest of the seem where they had done tremendous work in a very short time. Everything was either lovely and beautiful or darned scary (they have a weakness for Halloween and celebrate it all year long).

9/11 Again

Honor the dead by caring for the living!

I took these pictures on this day last year at the 9/11 Memorial site (SLurl) in SecondLife.

The effect of the two transparent and ghostly towers looming over the surrounding buildings is a powerful and beautiful reminder of the horrible day when the towers disappeared from the skyline and all our lives were changed for the foreseeable future.

I remember that awful day well. It feels like a lifetime ago but is only eleven years. The day before I had come home from a five day stay at the hospital where I had been urgently admitted when my blood count (Hb) was found to be only 59 g/l (In a healthy man it should be around 130-170 g/l).

They never found out where I had been bleeding slowly over a very long period despite probing my body through every open orifice with a variety of instruments. However, I was sent home after having received a few blood transfusions and been instructed on how to recognize the warning signs. (As long as the palms of your hands are reddish your blood count is over 120 g/l, below that they turn grayish/white.)

The day after I got a telephone call from my father telling me to turn on the television set because something terrible was happening in New York. I turned on the TV and sat in front of it the rest of the day and long into the night. I watched and cried while the second plane flew into the second tower and then again when the first tower collapsed and then the second and then listening to the guesses all night long about who and what had planned and executed these atrocities.