Wherein this avatar's fates, adventures and experiences in, his thoughts and feelings about and his reactions to his first and second life are depicted with written messages, images and other audiovisual tools.
I am Bock in SecondLife and Bock is I in first life. We share thoughts, opinions, feelings, actions and reactions. We are one and the same and inseparable. On this blog I choose to share both my realities.
For years now, I have desperately been trying to create an image of myself as a down-to-earth, rational man who only very occasionally is swept away by strong feeling of outrage, anger and disappointment with the human condition and social injustices in the world.
Then I get a picture like this pasted on my timeline on Facebook by my husband Tomais.
Seeing this I was immediately turned into a blubbering fool and was swept off my feet by mushy romantic feelings with tears of joy and relief in my eyes. At such moments I must secretly admit - at least to myself - that I am mostly ruled by my emotions although I try to give them a facade of rationality.
I don't mind getting tears in my eyes or weeping when I encounter strong and true emotions, but hate being manipulated to tears by heavy-handed sentimentality like in cheesy romantic movies or cute kittens. Or rather, I hate being manipulated full stop. Show me something true and honest and my emotions will come but don't try pushing me towards the edge.
There are two men in SecondLife whom I am heavily indebted too for conspiring to make a couple out of Tomais and me, without my knowing it of course. The excellent matchmaking team are Ziggy Starsmith and Rylan Sirnah, I highly recommend the two to anyone seeking a match made in heaven. How they got the idea of the wonderful Tomais and me as a couple I haven't fully learned yet, but I will always be grateful.
What I am wondering even more about is how they actually got us together, but the less I know the better maybe...
I posted this the last two May 17, it will work fine today also!
May 17 is the National Day of Norway.
Norway and Norwegians are undoubtedly the country and people Swedes love most in the world, feel closest to - and love to joke with and about the most also.
As has become my tradition on this blog I give you the most loving joke with Norway and Norwegians ever produced with this classic clip from Swedish television in the early 1960's, "The Helmer Bryds Eminent Five Quartet" with their protest song "Norway".
It's a pity that Norwegians don´t appreciate us Swedes as much we do them, but then love isn't always mutual, is it?
Happy birthday Norway!
"Norway" - the protest song
(translated from Swedish by Bock McMillan)
It is said that one should not gene-ra-li-ze, and say for example that "Germany is not good" One really shouldn't generally do that, I don´t think, but this doesn't apply to the country where Norwegians live.
Norway, Norway,it is a rotten country. Norwegians, Norwegians, a fucking band of robbers. Norwegians, Norwegians, they fish bad cod. So if you see a slob, and he stinks like rotten fish He is undoubtedly Norwegian.
Yes, the Norwegians they are terrible, so ugly and so small. With ties that are disgusting with Norwegian flowers on. They fool around and fuss, and yodel and go on. One wonders when one see´s them, how stupid can you be?
Norway, Norway, it never rises "frem". Norway, Norway, with the thousand "hjem". Norway, Norway, you stain on our earth. We can feel the stench all the way down to the Dogger Bank from your Norwegian smorgasbord.
We should give a real blow to Norway as a nation, because they have so ugly mountains and have bad pensions too. They don´t make cars and the bikes they make are lousy and their only great poet, he is named Peter Dass. (Note: Dass is slang for toilet in Swedish)
Norway, Norway, is the world's worst country. Norwegians, Norwegians, they should be taken care of. Norwegians, Norwegians, the people that the Lord gave a hopeless mind and a forehead that is so low so that the hat keeps falling off"
This is of course a reaction to Conchita Wurst's win in the Eurovision Song Contest.
Isn't it simply hilarious what an unfathomable lack of self awareness the churches representatives must have, seeing that their whole clergy consists of bearded men in frocks? of course I had to favorite it and re-tweet it!