2 posts tagged “moron”

Longtime readers of course know that I did a blog for about six months concerning this freaky little videogame called Second Life, called In The Grid; but eventually had to give it up, because of the client software growing so big and complicated, and my puny little Mac Mini at home just now not really able to handle it very well at all. Recently, though, I've started going back into Second Life just a little bit at a time, mostly to write up reports on cutting-edge artistic projects there for the blog of my arts center, the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography (or CCLaP). Of course, I'm also still doing what has always been one of my favorite things in Second Life to do -- that is, obsessively go clothes shopping like some kind of teenage fucking girl -- and since I'm no longer updating "In The Grid," I have to have some places to post my shopping reports, so here at VOX it is. And if you don't like it, or don't feel like reading blog entries about Second Life...well, no offense, but it ain't like you're getting charged fucking money to come here and read things. I don't actually get any benefits at all for maintaining this particular blog, other than the pleasure of writing about goofy crap; and shopping in Second Life is part of the goofy crap I feel like writing about here, and screw you I guess if you don't like it.

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So this particular shopping trip took me to the store of a friend of mine, Pushbutton Industries (found within the Grid at Envy 185/96/23). Being the strange, complex character that I am in Second Life (an "omnisexual," that is, where I freely morph from man to woman over the course of a night, both of them bisexual and androgynous), I really appreciate Pushbutton's outfits for what they are -- many of them stylish and unisex, allowing me in effect twice as many outfits for my two different genders of avatars. I can wholeheartedly recommend Pushbutton's stuff to any new player of Second Life, if you're a fan of smart and very contemporary-looking clothes.

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Anyway, here I am back at the CCLaP virtual headquarters, showing off my new outfits; here, for example, is a new skirt and new halter I picked up at Pushbutton's, as well as a new full-body steampunk tattoo set. I know, the colors here of the top and bottom aren't exactly the most complementary; what was of more importance, frankly, was to show off all my new clothing in as little photos as possible.

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Here, new low-cut jeans, as well as a fun Charlie Brown style shirt.

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Here, groovy new tight sweater, with old '45 record-player hole converter. I'm such a fucking girl!

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Here, a new bundle of sweaters, each of them featuring "Zombie Bunny."

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And here, some accessories for the late-night clubs: a sexy little choker necklace, featuring a tiny little reproduction of a Ouija board; and of course what no modern girl can do without, an eyepatch with a question mark. Arrrrgh!

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And here, yet another new skirt and halter picked up last week. Pushbutton does these halters like a lot of other designers do, to encourage more sales of very basic things; she packs eight or ten differently colored/textured halters into one shopping bag, and sells the entire thing for one decent price. Things like halter tops, after all, are pretty easy to make; bundling a bunch of them together is a way for a designer to make a decent profit back from their work, with the customer not getting screwed in price for something they could've ultimately made themselves.

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And finally, yet one more promotional shot for the arts center, with my cutesy little cartoon character standing all sexy-like on top of the CCLaP logo. Oh, how I never tire of this!

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Okay, so this morning I booted up the online pedometer I use, and worked out the grand total from yesterday's trip to the south side; between biking and walking, turns out I put in a total of 24 miles (or 39 km). And that's six miles longer than the distance of the "official" route, meaning that I literally biked six miles yesterday of unexpected side trails and dead ends and whatnots, never quite realizing it until adding it all up today. And hey, I've discovered something wonderful and new about the human body as well; that the day after going 24 miles for the first time in its entire life, my body has apparently decided that it's had quite enough of moving around, thank-you-very-much, and is simply not going to do so again for a little while. Yes, as in -- I'm laying in bed this morning, staring at my legs, telling them how much I would really like to go to the kitchen now and make a cup of tea, and my legs are just staring back at me and saying, "Ich spreche keine Englisch, mein überarbeiteter Herr."

It's an odd sensation to be sure, having your body just completely rebel against you; in many ways it feels like someone has taken over your body against your will, which is creepy in this existential, bad-horror-movie kind of way. I mean, I'm exaggerating for humorous effect, of course; obviously if I push them hard enough, my legs actually will take me short distances this morning, or else I would've never made it over to the computer to type this entry. But seriously, the reality of the situation is much more like the above horror story than you would expect; that even when I do end up moving this morning, it is done literally by forcing my body to do my bidding, one damn foot at a time, to great protest and creaking and pain and yet some more pain.

Oh man, I think I overdid it yesterday. Gee, Jason, you think? Fucking moron. "Ich spreche keine Englisch, mein dämlicher Freund."