Monday, January 31, 2011

Lets Talk Sex!!!!!!

I have your attention now don't I? I thought I was familiar with all the sexual terms. In my 33 years of existence I figure I have tried just about everything; kept what I liked, tossed aside what I did not find pleasurable and dabbled in those things that were borderline for pleasure but were intriguing.

So I was surprised to come across a word, in a profile, that I did not readily recognize. Although, after some research; I find that I am actually a practitioner of this particular activity.

Sapiosexuality~~ A behavior of becoming attracted to or aroused by intelligence and its use.

I have always had this thing for intelligent people. Maybe this explains my fetish for girls in glasses, lol. But think about how this applies to your relationships in Second Life. You may see a good looking avatar but we all know that good looks in Second Life can be bought for a few Linden Dollars. It is what we feel about the person behind the avatar that is the attraction.

OK, I will admit that some people, through their avatars, can turn cybersex into a very pleasurable experience. But these people have not remained my friends over my nearly 4 years in Second Life. In Second Life we give up the exchange of body fluids for the exchange or words and ideas. Words and ideas are far more sexy, far more attractive and far more gratifying than any experience I have had in any existence.

I have SL friends, three in particular, whose conversations can be as gratifying as any good old role in the sack. And believe me; I have rolled in a lot of sacks in my time.

So, a little googling and I found a site with quotes from sapiosexuals.

"Me? I don't care too much about the plumbing. I want an incisive, inquisitive, insightful, irreverent mind. I want someone for whom philosophical discussion is foreplay. I want someone who sometimes makes me go ouch due to their wit and evil sense of humor. I want someone that I can reach out and touch randomly. I want someone I can cuddle with. I decided all that means is that I am sapiosexual."

"I am a sapiosexual. I admit to being attracted to a cute face, or a sexy body, or a winning smile. But those things simply catch my eye. For someone to keep my attention requires the ability to uphold their side of a conversation

And of course the more graphic admissions by sapiosexuals:

"I am sapiosexual. I think geeks and nerds are sexy--I often want to rub my clit against their minds."

 I ejaculate on the mere thought of a girl reading Kant's ontological argument explanation out loud."


Kant's ontological argument is an argument for the existence of God. A subject for an upcoming blog.

So, anyway! I am a sapiosexual. Who Knew!!

Now if I could only learn the Vulcan Mind Meld I could have orgasms discovering the sexuality of your mind. I am all a quiver at that thought.

Love ya,
Night

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Nights Dance To Day~~~Chapter 6

Chapter 6
 
 
On the way out of town we stopped at Pete Flannery’s apartment. Pete is a collector of guns and had a small arsenal stored at his place. He also stored my things. Things that I never thought I would use again.
I picked up my Smith & Wesson M&P 9mm. It was light and always felt good in my hand. Plus it carried 17 rounds plus one chambered. You never know when you might need a few extra rounds and like a good boy scout I like being prepared.

I also picked up my knife; given to me by am Australian friend. He called it a crocodile hunter s knife. A ten inch blade and razor sharp. The tools of my former trade felt good back in my hands. A feeling I never wanted again but here it was and I would need all of this in the coming hours.

We arrived in the town of New Britain an hour after the sun came up. New Britain is 9 miles south of Hartford. The city houses some seventy thousand people, has a heavily Polish ancestry and is about 100 years older than The United States. A perfect place for a person like Johnny Martin to make himself look and feel respectable.

Finding the house was a matter of 15 minutes work. It was a white two story salt box affair with an attached garage. Everything looked quiet. We had several hours of surveillance ahead of us and we were running on empty as far as food and sleep were concerned.

After 2 hours of watching we had only seen one person, not Johnny Martin, come out of the house and that was just to pick up a newspaper. A plan started to form. We drove to a small motel and checked in so we could get a little rest. After a meal we rented another car and went to try and get a few hours sleep. Keane was so hyped up he could not eat or sleep. Just like in my old life; I slept like a baby.

The plan was a simple one. At around 3pm we would go back and survival the house for another hour. It would be getting dark by 5 pm. I wanted to hit the house just before dark and before the automatic security lights, which all houses seemed to have these days, became a factor. The extra car was for me to get back to the city. Keane would drive back with Franny. I would clean up the mess.

I noticed that people in the neighborhood were bringing out their garbage cans and putting them near the curb. I moved up next to the house using bushes and shrubbery as cover and concealed myself next to the garage. Now it was a matter of time. It was getting cold and the wind started to whip up. After an hour of being pressed up against the house it started to snow. After almost two hours of waiting the garage door finally started to open.

The man we saw earlier walked out. I was on him before he could even move the garbage can away from the garage; my gun stuck in his ear.

“Do not say a word!”, I whispered into his ear. My breath visibly brushing across his cheek in the cold.

Dragging him around the side of the house and out of the light; “How many people are in the house?”, I said.

Why do they never just answer the first time they are asked a question? Must be built into the criminal DNA. I gave him a tap on the top of his head with the gun and asked again.

“How many people in the house?”

“Three.”. he said, while grasping for air as I applied some pressure to his throat.

“Where in the house are they?”

“The kitchen. Top of the stairs as you enter through the garage.” The answers were coming easier as he realized there was no way out for him.

“And the girl? Where is she?” I could tell he finally realized why I was there.

“Upstairs bedroom.”

I waved Keane over to the side of the house. “Hold you gun on him while I look in the garage.”
The garage was empty of any cars. Mostly junk. After checking out the entry door and seeing that there was a quick entry to the kitchen, I returned to Keane. Pulling the guy away from him; I quickly pulled out my knife and slit his throat. He went down with just the gurgle of air mixed with blood. “If we want to survive this trip; we take no prisoners!”

“I will move in fast and you clean up anything I might miss. Franny is in an upstairs bedroom.”
Moving back into the garage quietly; I slowly opened the door to the house. They were sitting at the kitchen table eating. I opened fire before I hit the top step. All three went down quickly. They barely had time to react.

Keane rushed up to the bedrooms. Kicking in doors until I heard him yell, “Franny!” In a matter of a minute they were down stairs and headed out the door. Keane took her straight to his car. It was so quick she had not even seen me.

I searched the dead goons for ID. None of them were Johnny Martin. A quick look at the rest of the house revealed nothing useful. I shut off the lights, slipped out of the house through the garage door lowering it behind me.

After driving for 20 minutes I called Pete Flannery and filled him in. Told him to let Erik go.

“If I let him go Martin will be alerted.”. Pete.

“That is what I want! Need to flush him out and finish this now!”

The ride back to the city was quiet. It did not take much to draw me back to my former life.

“I am what I am!”

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Good~~The Bad~~And Someone Must Be Ugly!!

Most of the early cowboy movies had the good guy wearing a white hat and the bad guy always wore a black one. Would it not be an easier world to live in if that were true of the people we deal with every day. How easy it would be to gravitate to the good honest people and avoid the bad and deceitful ones.

But, as we all know, life is not that simple.  Ferreting out the good from the bad is a full time job none of us want to do but one we all must do or life could be living hell. It's a hard task that we must carry on our entire lives.

I found this Mark Twain quote in Second Life last night. 

If you were a character in your own novel would you be the protagonist or antagonist?
~~Mark Twain

So which color hat are you wearing? How do you portray your Second Life Avatar? Is you character in Second Life anything like your Real Life Self?

Lets define the terms:



Protagonist - the leading character, hero, or heroine of a drama or other literary work.

                                             

Antagonist -  in a work of fiction is the character who opposes the hero.

I believe that we all want to see ourselves in that white hat. But the truth is that in our lifetimes, whether in Second Life or Real Life, we tend to change hat colors to suit different life situations. In my own life, both SL and RL, I have been a bitch and a saint. The key, and what I strive for, is to be a saint more than a bitch. To strike a balance between my color hats.

Yes!! That is the optimist in me talking. The truth is that by life's end your hat will probably look more like this:



A nice gray color. And so goes the saying 'Nothing in life is Black or White'. Have no idea who said it. Wait!! I just did!

Finally another quote from Mark Twain.

"Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest." -Mark Twain

If you would like to read more of Mark Twain's quotes go to"

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/mark_twain_11.html

The man was a home spun genius.

Chapter 5 of Nights Dance To Day tomorrow.

Love ya,
Night

Friday, January 28, 2011

New Pants, Friendship and Eienstein!!

Last night was horrible for perving profiles. I found no quality material at all. But that will not stop me from blogging today.

While sitting on the roof of the Red Rver Ballroom, with 40 plus profiles filling my screen, I received an IM from Gillian Galicia of Gillian's Island(http://gilliangalicia.wordpress.com/). Check it out!!  Last week I was admiring a pair of pants she was wearing in a picture at her blog. So I went looking for them at Luna's Boutique. Unfortunately they was no longer available, Gillian contacted the Luna's owner. Long story short; I will be wearing my new pants tomorrow. And a friendship between a fashion blogger and a profile perver was born.

When I write about this in the future I will entitle it 'The Left Wing Straight Canadian Liberal Meets The Right Wing Lesbian American Conservative~~~And Civilization Survived'.  Now if I could just figure out how to write Zombies into that script; DJ Annie Lane would buy it for sure.

So anyway no good quotes today. But I did find this picture.


                                                 
                                                      BABY EINSTEIN


So I thought  I would throw in a few good Einstein quotes today. A few of my favorites.

"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."

Oh Albert you eternal romantic.

"The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax."

Hey Washington are you listening?

"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind."

Funny how so many in the religious community say that scientists are without religion. And yet so many of Albert Einstein's quotes contain a reference to God.

"If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut."

Hey Washington are you listening? LOL!  I love to find ways to call attention to the stupidity that wanders the halls of our nations capital. I wonder if I should start looking under my bed every day. HMM!

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."

Dare I say it again?  Hey Washington are you listening? Yes I know! An IRS audit is headed my way.

Albert Einstein had hundreds of memorable quotes. To read more go to http://rescomp.stanford.edu/~cheshire/EinsteinQuotes.html

Every day is an adventure. Enjoy yours to the fullest.


Night

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Frustration, Screaming And the Computer Guy Hates ME!!

Since my graphics card will only let me get to the internet and has locked me out of Second Life; I decided to use todays installment to clean up my Perving Folder.

But before I do that; let me send out some thank yous.  I am sure to everyones surprise, especially mine, Profile Perving is now being read by people in 14 countries. AMAZING!!!

The blog has had 650 hits in just 6 weeks, That is way beyond any expection I even imagined. Thank You all so much. You have no idea how good it feels to have something I have written be received so well. THANK YOU!!

Since I can not get into Second life to actually look at my Perving Folder; I am trying to rememebr that last quote I had left in it. I will do my best to try and get it correct.

It is true that God made man first,,,Of course he had to make a prototype before making the perfect woman.

I love when a quote rings so true. I am imagining First Man, wandering around, hair all eskew, one eye lower than the other and topped with a unibrow, stubby fingers on fat hands, skinny legs with bolbous feet, a pot belly and hair every where.

Now along comes first woman. Long silky hair, a cute face with every thing in the right places, perky boobs with nicely shaped nipples(not to big,,just right), a flat stomach sloping down to beautifilly shaed hips that are sitting on top of long shapely legs with dainty feet. She has hair only where hair belongs. A smile that charms even God herself.

Now!! Imagine her first glimpse of First Man. I see it so clearly. First Woman utters these immortl words.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!"
God says, "This is First Man,,your partner here in the Garden of Eden."
First woman looks at God with a questioning look and says, "God! I am a Lesbian!"

And that is the true story of how MY TEAM recruited its first player.

Remember!! I am always right!!

Love ya,
Night

PS.... Hopefully I will be back to myself  tomorrow.  I wonder what First Womans phone number is?

It All Started With A Quip About God!!

A boy writes a letter to God. "Dear God, why do you let bad things happen in our schools?" God replied "Dear Son, I'm not allowed in your schools."


From the mouth of babes comes common sense for a civilization. This was written as a joke. It is not  really funny in any way. But it is full of truth.

The history of every nation is written in the culture that they develop. That culture, no matter where on the earth it is found, is always made up of social, governmental and religious components. All three are necessary in order for a culture to survive in a healthy manner. Somehow a madness came over the world and the religious component was diminished.

In an attempt to be politically correct and please the minority of our citizens; we have thrown God out of our institutions. We let a few malcontents tell us that it is not Christmas, or Hanukkah , or Ramadan. It is just a holiday season. They take away a cornerstone of our culture. How did they do it right under our noses? Easily answered!!!

We Let Them!!! We stood by and let them hand us a line of bull and we swallowed it and went away thinking we were better for it. Then we sat back and wondered; Why is there violence in schools? Why is there so much wrong with society? Who is to blame for this we ask?

Kiddies, we are to blame! You can listen to people blame the guns, or poverty, or any number of societal malady's. But when cultures had a strong religious component; life had more value. A life filled with decent values is a life well lived. 

Never take a LIFE  for granted. Hold each LIFE close to you because you might wake up one day and realise that you've lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones.

A  culture is first developed within ourselves. Then it is spread to others. We need to regain our feeling of self worth. We need to put value back in our lives. Start the journey today to accomplish this task. You may not get there in your life time or even that of your children. But surely we owe an attempt at getting back on the right track to our decedents.

Yes it started with a joke. But every joke has at least a glimmer of truth in it. Why are we laughing?

Wisdom comes from good judgement,
Good judgement comes from experience,
Experience comes from bad judgement.

It´s going to be a very long journey......

Night

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

It Is Time to Stand Up And Fight Back!!

I see you hiding under your covers. Your doors locked. The television off. The radio off.  Afraid to get on the Internet. Living in fear.

The boogie man is at your door. No amount of locks or barricades will keep him out. No lack of information, from any source will keep him away from you. He thrives on your lack of knowledge. He feasts on your fear.

He is hiding in some of the foods you eat. He is riding on the air you breath.

He finds you while you are cleaning your house. Oh! A clean house is so nice but it will not stop him.

Your upscale. Your famous. Your infamous. Your religious. Your and atheist. Your are a man. You are a woman. You are straight, gay, bisexual or transgender.

Your avatar is human, furry, vampire, goth or Gor,,,But the person behind the avatar can not hide from him.

You all know someone that he has attacked.  Someone you love; your mother, father, wife, husband, child, other relatives or your Second Life partner.

You have cried because of him. You have been sad because of him. You have felt pain in your heart and mind because of him.

He has a name but you do not want to speak it out of fear that saying it will let him know where you are. So you live in fear. You hide. Your in denial.

It Is Time to Stand Up And Fight Back!! It is time to kick his ass. It is time to live without fear.

IT IS TIME TO DO SOMETHING IMPORTANT!!!

Relay for Life in Second Life starts in less than 2 months. There will be hundreds of second Life residents taking part. There will be 100 RFL in SL Teams formed. With one goal in mind.

KICK CANCERS ASS!!!

Second Life is a social network, a game and a place to have fun. But for the next 5 months we have the opportunity to be more than that. We have an opportunity to make a difference.

Please get you head out of the sand and join this effort. Find a team and join up.  IM me or send me a Notecard and I will help you find a team. Join our team. If you do not want to be on a team; please come to RFL of SL Events and drop a few Lindens in a kiosk. It is important.

Spend some time with an RFL of SL volunteer and feel their passion. Talk to me and feel my passion.

"Don't be afraid of death, be afraid of not have taken the chance to live life to its fullest !"
~~Thinkie Nicholls

I can guarantee that you will hear me rant and rave about this more.

Night Nicholls
SL Cure Chasers Team Captain.

PS....For my Mother, for my Father, For my SL Partner. God Loves you! I love you!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Truth~~Lies~~And I Can Not Believe Who Said That!!

Treat me like shit and I will probably bury you in the garden. Treat me badly and maybe in time I will forgive you. LIE to me and God help you and all your decedents.

Truth is the basis for any relationship; whether it is a Male/Female, Male/Male, Female/Female or a Furry/Furry relationship. I am not sure if that holds true with a Furry/Human relationship; someone is hiding something there, LOL.

So I was surprised to find so many quotes about Truth and Lack of Truth at the Lesbian Tea House while on my weekly visit. As I said before; "It is a great place to perve profiles". And the girls are a plus too.

 "Every lie is a poison; there are no harmless lies. Only the truth is safe. Only the truth gives me consolation - it is the one unbreakable diamond."
— Leo Tolstoy


So much truth in this quote. So much wisdom. So much value. But the surprise here is who said it. Leo Tolstoy!!! Take away the political applications here; and there are some if you apply History to his thoughts with this quote. What you would have left is an insightful look at the destructive powers of lies and the quality and value of truth.

"Truth is, everybody is gonna hurt you; just gotta find the ones worth suffering for"  ~Bob Marley

Bob Marley is correct; everyone will hurt you. But in varying degrees. Hurts you can forgive, hurts you can never forgive and the kind that made Lizzy Borden go out to the wood shed for her axe. I have experienced them all. Nothing in life is absolute. No one is perfect in their approach to you. But some people will be so worth the ups and downs of a relationship that you stick with them through anything.

"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you" ~ Friedrich Nietzsch

And here is the 'Elephant in the room'. You can forgive. You  can continue to love and want to be with someone. BUT CAN YOU EVER BELIEVE THEM AGAIN! OR EVEN WORSE TRUST THEM AGAIN!

There is the question. There is the dilemma that lying brings to life. Food for thought.

 Don't you hate when I ask you to think!!!!

NOW!! Why my surprise as to finding these quotes in The Lesbian Tea House?  In a place where all the avatars are women; but you  never know if you are actually talking to a man or a woman, it just seems ironic that quotes of truth and lies show up so often. Are the quotes in a profile of a woman begging for truth or in that of a man shamming for sex.

More thought. SORRY!!

See you around the grid!

Night

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Nights Dance To Light~~Chapter 5


Chapter 5
 
Sweat was a typical 'Gentlemen's Club'. Pretty young women dancing for older men whose sex lives have passed them by but they are not ready to admit it. Young, upward mobile professionals slumming for an evening. Married men with fantasies that their wives can not or would not fulfill for them. All these men spending their nights watching what they could not have and paying for it. For the select few that got to live out their fantasies with one of the dancers; the price was way more than they ever thought they would pay. Everyone of the dancers selling the fantasy and emptying the wallets with the precision of a plastic surgeon repairing a scar; nothing left afterwards but a fleeting memory.
I told Keane to stay in the car while I checked the place out. They knew him at the club and we needed surprise on our side when we made our move.
Inside the club, the usual suspects of men wandered from dance stand to dance stand throwing their money away. I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and watched the scene unfold. Forty five minutes to closing. Plenty of time to decide what to do.
There were 7 bouncers, counting the one on door duty. All big men who had to be gym rats when not working. All muscle, little brains and controlled by a guy who seemed to be pulling their strings. A quick conversation with the bartender told me his name was Erik. 'Yeah, uptown Erik!' Not Eric like most people with that name. My loose lipped bartender told me Erik lived in Manhattan and that he was always the last one out of the club. a plan started to form.
Back at the car; I told Keane that we would wait for the head bouncer to close up and have our talk with him on his way out of the club. It took another hour for Erik to come out. Plenty of time for Keane to catch me up on family news.
Erik walked out headed for his car; parked in a lot next to the club. We were waiting for him in the lot. His car the only one there,
"Erik, lets talk", I yelled.
"What?"
"Who are you?"
"I want to ask you some questions about Franny?'
"Fuck Off!" Erik turned toward me. The first punch hit him in his chest about mid sternum. I could feel the air rush out of his lungs and he was bent over at his waist grasping his chest. "Wrong answer jerk off!"
As he started to straighten up; the second punch caught him above the left ear and he went down to his knees.
"Now that I have you attention!" "Where is she?"
"I don't know."
"A slow learner." Keane said. Then he kicked Erik in the stomach.
I said, "This can go on all night or you can tell what we want to know and we will disappear. Your choice," I set up to hit him again.
"Wait, Wait! OK! I'll talk."
"Where is she?" My face so close to his I am sure he could read the rage in my eyes.
He told us that the club owner, Johnny Martin, was upset because Franny would not date him. One night Johnny grabbed her and tried to pull her into his office. Franny kicked him in the nuts and Johnny went crazy. Had a couple of the bouncers put her in his car and take her to his house.
"I have not seen her since that night but Johnny has bragged that he has her locked away until she cooperates", Erik said.
He gave up Johnny's address. Keane took his cell phone and smashed it. Then cut a couple of his cars tires. To make sure he was not going anywhere. A quick call to an old friend, Pete Flannery, got Erik a babysitter so he could not warn Johnny that we were coming for a visit. I told Pete that I would call when we got to Johnny's house and let him know when he could let Erik go. If the information was bad; Erik was in for another beating.
We got back in the car and headed for Hartford.


Have a great day!!
Night
 

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Public Announcement Day!! WTH!!

I was cruising around SL yesterday and came across a copy of HeartBeat Magazine. It is quite well written and covers some interesting material. I spent some time reading it and found sections on Viewer 2 Use, Clubbing in SL, Fashion, Interviews with SL singers and dancers, Home Decorating, Shopping and a very interesting article about Autism and The University of Derby's Exhibit on the subject. A copy can be picked up at:

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sumerset/130/86/29

CLEANING OUT THE PERVING FILE

I am cleaning out my folder so we can get a fresh start next week.

True Love says:  You'll never need anything, I'll be there.
A friend's love says:  If you need anything, I'll be there.
SL Love says:  If you need anything, as long as its Copy/ Transfer, I'll send it.

Yes Kiddies,,a Second Life Philosophy that we see everyday. They probably should throw in Modify with SL Love. I could see it now,,'Come on Baby,,we need the L's,,Dancing naked is not so bad'.

Why rush to be someone's first love.... being their last is way more satisfying.

This quote is on solid ground, Ever notice SL Avatars with 100 days Inworld and already partnered. Shit, they have not even figured out the lay of the land. Oh Wait!! They did figure out how to be LAID on the land.



Marriage is like a deck of cards.  In the beginning all you need is two hearts and a diamond,
By the end, you'll wish you had a fucking club and a spade.

I love this one. Any quote that carries even a quark size amount of truth is a quote I love. (Cally just had an orgasm,,I used the word Quark,,probably didn't spell it right, LOL!)


Logic brings you from A to B ..imagination brings you everywhere_~~A.E.

A quote for those who love to use those lovely brains. Dr Cally will dissect this one and write a 100 page report for me later today.       

BTW,,I am not picking on Cally. I totally admire her accomplishments. And admiration from,,especially of I am not sleeping with you,,is praise indeed.

Tomorrow Chapter 5 of Nights Dance to Day.

Night

Friday, January 21, 2011

The Cry For Help!!

Finding your way into any Social Networking situation(yes kiddies SL is a social network) can be a wonderful experience. But think about why you came into Second Life in the first place. I am sure there are many reasons people enter SL. Of course, curiosity is probably near the top of the list. While curiosity got many of us in here;;;Why Did We Stay?

I believe(remember I am always right) that we stay in Second Life because something is missing in our Real Lives. Friendship, love, companionship, conversation, a meaningful existence or any of the thousands of things that a person can crave in their Real Lives.

Many are here because they have been so damaged by Real Life; that functioning in a face to face situation, with flesh and blood beings, has become a struggle.

I see so many of these types of quotes in profiles. They are a call for help! They are written by people that have reached their breaking point in as far as interactions with others is concerned.

i'm broken, please if you're just out to fuck with someones emotions please please pick someone else,,i can't take much more,,i'm reaching the end of my line and like a bird with a broken wing i flap with my heart pounding and my blood rushing and get no where,,i cry to much lately,,i need to much lately,,and i'm honest and upfront about this,,if you cannot handle this then please find someone else so i don't get a glimpse of happiness to have it ripped from me again because i'm broken,,

I read this and I just wanted to pick her up and carry her off to a nice quiet safe place and hold her while she cried. Yeah,,I know,,I am a softee.

But please read this and try and apply it to your own lives. We have all had these moments. These turning points. And when you felt this way how did you react? Were you the broken bird? Did you hide your head in the sand?

The tragedy in her statement is not the situation she finds herself in; but whether she will follow a path out of her mess or just wallow in it. Life is a series of ups and downs. Of goods and bads. Of happiness and sadness. What makes us human is our ability to deal with the crap, throw it aside, and live our lives the best we can. Grab every moment of happiness you can and store it in your memories. Then bring it out to help you navigate through all the shit that floats between the islands of happiness.


I have read this next quote many times. Someone help me figure it out please. There will be a test on this one tomorrow.

Upon Doing unto Others as They Would So Treacherously Delight  to Do unto You
Besides being accused of murder this would keep you awfully busy.

~~J.P. Donleavy
Night

PS....Damn I need coffee!!!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Take It Seriously Or Piss Off!!

Having a Second Life partner can be a wonderful experience. To many people use SL partnership as a chance to grab some SLEX and then run off to the next avatar when they tire of their partner. Talk about SL mimicking Real Life.

I have been lucky enough to be Thinkies SL partner for almost three years. An experience I would never want to have missed or will ever betray.

I wrote this short fantasy story for her in our first year as partners. As it turns out; my agent saw a copy of it at my house and showed it to my publisher and now it is the basis of a book I have under contract.

For Thinkie~~~~~

                                                 THE PROMISE

The fog had a soft quality to it. But with the coming sunrise I was having
problems adjusting my eyes to the light of the coming day. I could hear music
filling the air from some where. A love song. Nat King Cole's 'When I fall in
love'.


Then I saw her. Coming out of the fog. Like a ghost at first. Fog swirling
around her. Softening her look. As she walked toward me it seemed she was
floating on the fog. The sun rising behind her sending light in my direction.
Was I meeting an angel? Am I dreaming? Is this the next life we had talked
about? So many questions invading my mind. And yet there she was, walking toward
me. That smile. That glorious smile.


As she moved closer the fog parted exposing a path behind her. She stopped, and
without saying a word I knew that this path was there for me to follow. She
reached out her hand and I took it. Her touch so soft and gentle.  She was
smiling, That smile that brings me pleasure and a sense of safety.


Slowly we moved down the path. Not a word passing between us. But the look that
came over her face spoke volumes of her love for me. I felt tears on my cheeks.
A love that does not need words. Affection and love passed between us with our
eyes.


As we moved down the path the fog was slowly lifting. on each side of the path
flowers came into view. Our beloved tulips. So many colors. They seemed to be
lighting our way with there glow in the brightening sunlight.


The path meandered through fields of these brightly lit tulips. I could not see
where it was leading us. I did not care where it lead me. I was being drawn
along by the hand of my angel. That is the only reality that mattered.


After a short walk we came to a hill over looking the ocean. It seemed we
floated on air down to the beach. At the waters edge lay the flowers we passed to each other
over the ocean in our first lives. They still had the bright colors that were
present the day we sent them to each other over the waves.


We stopped walking and faced each other. Our arms wrapped around each other. A
soft kiss passing between us. The words "I love you" being spoken.


We both realized. We both felt it. The promise we made. It was here. It had come
into our lives at last.


We lived our First Lives. We shared our Second Lives together. And now! Yes now!
We have found our next lives. Our Third Lives.


And the song just playing. When I fall in love. I will love forever. The
promise fulfilled.
~~By Lana Gale

I love you darlin,,and I take it seriously.

Night

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Things I Like!!

The 'Things I Like List' differs from the 'Thigns I Do Not List' in many ways. Two reasons are evident for this fact; 1. Second Life dislikes seem to be pandemic when Inworld, and 2. Because everyone is different their likes vary as much as their personalities vary. I have never put any of these types of lists in my profile but believe me I have both very strong Likes and Dislikes in Second Life.

Things I Like:
-Well built sims, challenging environments, nice clothes and avatars that have been taken care of.
-Creating weird buildings or strange environments, this is sl, so anything goes and everything is possible.
-Girls with glasses
-Changing styles and shapes, so don't get confused and yes, just like everybody else, I like shopping too (a lot)
-Famous for making random remarks in local chat. -Not that I don't like slex, but the chances of me having random slex with you are very slim or you must be very special.
-All the naughty groups are hidden, so that you know
-There are probably a thousand things I did not mention here, guess you have to find out them for yourself
~~BE

This is a fairly typical list. Notice that it is shorter than her Dislikes list. People tend to want you to know what they dislike up front. What they like is a discovery process that makes life on any level fun and exciting.

As to the list; one like jumps out at me as one I really really really love.
-Girls with glasses

OMG!! YES!!!!!

One more insight into how Night's mind works.

And finally something that I found funny. I love these types of quips.

♂MEN
"Ever noticed how all Female problems begin with men?
MENtal illness ... MENstrual cramps ...
MENtal breakdown ... MENopause ...
GUYnocologist.....MENace.." and when we have
real trouble, it’s a ..........HISterectomy......
~~AL



I love being a woman!!

Night

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Things I Do Not Like!!

Many profiles have lists. Lists like, 'What I like,,What I do not like,,This is me,,Who am I,,My Rules'.and many more. Today's list was perved this past weekend at the Lesbian Teahouse.  I love this place for perving. There is always large numbers of people; women and the women 'want to be's'. It is fun and strange all at the same time, Yeppers!! Second Life is a wonderful place.

Things I do not like:
-If you think that illuminating the entire surroundings around you with your facelight is sexy or hot or in some way cool, please skip me.
-If you think bling looks hot, please find someone else who has bling too so you both can be two bright stars in the galaxy
-If your avatar is disproportionally tall and fitted with megaboobs, I don't think I am your girl.
-If you believe that girls will fall for your cock hanging out of your pants, let me tell you: no.
-At least have something in your profile, I like reading them.
-If you are a stalker, psycho, moron or just f*ed up, back the f* off or you will end up in six pieces in the dumpster in the alley.
-I have a name and it's not 'hun' or 'babe' or 'sweetie'
-Yes, I know I have small boobs, I don't mind, do you?
-When you still look like a noob after let's say 100 days, please leave me alone, there are many many places to get great stuff for little or less. Please take some effort to look pretty. I like that.
-for the rest, pretty laid back, lol

~~By BE


This is fairly normal for a dislikes list(Hahaha, I just used that word normal for something in SL,,Am taking my temperature as we speak). Many of these complaints would be on my list. The 'Lighthouse Facelight Effect' always irks me. I set things to Midnight  because I like it; then someone walks in and BAM, dawn is here. The 'Wanna F$$k' guys running around with their worthless appendages swaying in the breeze and calling me 'Hun' will always allow me to test my Mystitool Offensive Capabilities. At least talk to me for awhile and maybe buy me a virtual drink or virtual dinner before whipping it out.

Last weekend I went to a show and was standing next to a guy that was gigantic. My avatar is tall; I am 5'10" in Real Life, so that is why. This guy was unbelievable. If I wanted to date an Ogre size person I would search the woods for Shrek.

Tomorrow,,this same girls Likes List.

Love ya,
Night

PS.....Soon I will start giving information out about Relay For Life in Second Life and particular my team,,The Cure Chasers.

Also,,I joined a Women's Roller Derby  team yesterday,,The POISON IVY Roller Derby Team,, Maybe Gillian's Island will Blog about that outfit when it comes out,,LOL!




Monday, January 17, 2011

Women,Relationships And A Kick In The Ass!!

I have been told that at times I am like a ticking time bomb. Ready to go off at any at moment.  And at that time of month that 'Grandma is visiting from Red Creek', I could go nuclear in a second. Frankly, I do not see it but "Hey I think I am perfect. Just ask me."

I found this quote about a month ago. It reminded me of some of my past relationships and my usual fast reaction to being confronted.

Women are like phones:
They like to be held, talked to, and touched 
often.  But push the wrong button and your
ass is disconnected.

~~Unknown

How true that is; especially for me. There have been few people in my life that had the freedom to push all my buttons and not get reamed by me. My SL partner and some of my SL friends fall into this category.My Real Life girlfriend, my brother, my sister and a select few that are close to the real life me.

OTHERS BEWARE!!

This holds especially true for some that says hurtful things for the sake of being hurtful. God help a vocal HOMOPHOBE around me. Once a thing is said I will never let it go.

So remember:

Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than  puttin' it back in..
~~Unknown

Finally, from the profile of someone I feel is a profound thinker in Second Life.

"Everyone has the ability of making someone happy, some by entering the room, others by leaving it."
---Unknown


I should have this tattooed on my ass.

Love ya,
Night






   

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Nights Dance to Day,,,Chapter 4......


Chapter 4
 
 
Penn Station is a wondrous and scary place for new comers to NYC. Over the years improvements have been made to all aspects of the station but your time of arrival dictates what you will see upon de-boarding your train. At 3am the world inside and outside the station was like 'The Circus of the Damned'. Pan handlers, homeless men and women, teen runaways, ladies of the evening and all those parasites that feed on their misery.
I had phoned Keane as my train was approaching the city. He was waiting for me at the 7th entrance. He was doubled parked and having a yelling match with a cabby wearing a turban. My brother was no fan of immigration.
"Keane, making friends again?"
"You know me brother."
"Yes sir. There was never a more tolerant man made", I laughed.
My brother hugs like a bear. I missed that more than I was willing to admit. "Is that all the luggage you have?"
"Travel light and escape quickly. My motto remember."
He shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, I wish we could change that."
"Not likely Brother." He nodded and conceded defeat on any subject that had to do with me changing in any way.
Once in the car conversation went right to Franny. "Have you heard anything new?"
He told me about finding Franny's boyfriend, in the East Village, and persuading him to give up some answers. "Persuading?" My face must have had a question mark stenciled on it because he started to explain right away.
"Quality time! We spent some quality time together and he filled me in on what I wanted to know. The boyfriends name is John Pellegrino. Kid lived in our neighborhood. Franny has know him since they were kids."
"This quality time put him in the hospital or is he still able to get around?, I asked.
"He gets around pretty good. Might limp a little." My brothers laugh told me the kid is probably limping a lot.
"Whats his story?"
"He says Franny broke up with him over a month ago. Said she was working at a place called Sweat, as a dancer." I could see that he was struggling with knowing that Franny was dancing. "Her mother can never know!", he said.
"The place is a higher class dive. They have good security to protect the dancers. John told me she was making big bucks and was one of the more popular dancers. He also said that she did not take part in any after hours parties. Apparently. a lot of the girls do."
"When did he see her last?"
"Three weeks ago outside the club at closing. Seems he was having a hard time letting go so he would sit in his car and wait for her to come out. At least that's what he tells me."
"You believe him?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"What time does this place close?" He said 5am but he has been there several times and no one is talking.
"That gives us over an hour to ask some questions. Lets go."
"Don't you want to take some time to get settled?", he asked.
"I have wasted enough time already!"
 

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Baby Bump!! What The Hell Is That About!!

No quotes today. Just me observing and ranting.

I hear talk about Prim Babies in Second Life. While this route is not for me I can see how people might give it a try. You know, 'The Full Experience of Second Life'. 

I have SL friends that have done this and they are happy well adjusted earthlings. I believe it is just one more way for an SL relationship to play out and it is another way of showing commitment in a place where real commitment is fleeting at best. No, I have no issue with Prim Babies.

My issue is with Real Life reporting of every freaking Baby Bump, on every freaking celebrity, in the known universe.  First of all. Who The Hell first coined the phrase 'Baby Bump'. There seems to be an entire industry of photographers searching for pregnant celebrities to snap in a bikini.  There is not a week that goes by, that some celeb or celeb want to be, is not reported to be sporting a 'Baby Bump'.

Now this term is forever emblazoned into the English language. Every freaking time I drive over a speed bump at the mall my mind thinks; 'Damn F$$king Baby Bump Bullshit'. I actually believe that some of these shallow, on the fringe celebs, get pregnant and as soon as the 'Baby Bump' starts to show; they don a bikini and run to the beach where someone can snap their photo.

Oh God!! If I ever see a photo of that B List Bullshit celeb, Kathy Griffin, in a bikini with a 'Baby Bump'; I will go of the f$$king deep end and take to living in a box.

And where was the report of the 'Baby Bump' on Elton John or his partner? My God, at least he is a real celebrity.  Oh! Would  that have been fun to report! About now some reporter is kicking himself in his worthless ass over not thinking about this angle. Look at a photo of Sir Elton, I see a 'Baby Bump'. Don't you?

What has happened to the talk of that beautiful GLOW a woman has when she is pregnant. That smile she projects. The warmth she feels in her heart.

Let me tell where it has gone. It has been eaten up and discarded, like so much waste, by a group of reporters(I refuse to use the term Journalist for these cretins), who need to find a way to sensationalize every thing. Do not even get me started on the misuse and miss direction given to the word 'Massacre' by our so called intelligent reporters.

As you read this and say, "OMG she has completely lost it"; please refer back to yesterdays blog page. It explains it all.

Night

Friday, January 14, 2011

Me Wrong!! Sh$T!! Funny!

Oh Night!! You Have Got To Be Wrong!!

Yes Sir!! I get those comments every now and then. Not just here in the blog but while in conversation during my wanderings around  Second Life. While I never see myself as being wrong(HEY!! I am a woman!! I am never wrong!! Shut Up You!!); I must admit that at times I must re-examine my thoughts. See that does not make me wrong. It makes me a Modern Day Thinker.

Whew!! Got through that without a scratch. After all I am never wrong so how can I be scratched. I love my own logic!!!

So I will offer you a couple of quotes that fit into my premise.

Don't worry about bitin' off more'n you can chew; your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think.                    
~~JB's Grandadd

Ok! What do I take away from this quote. Well!! I hear,,,'Night,,you can talk about anything,,make believe you are an expert,,after all you are never wrong'. Hey it works for me!!!

OR!! 'Night grab onto any subject that interests you and learn about it. Then enlighten the masses of people that read this blog. Ok so it is a small mass of people but even small masses need enlightenment.

BUT!! For those few times that I may find my logic a tad faulty(as rares as those occasions might be), I have an offering for you.

The easiest way to eat crow is while it's still warm. The colder it gets, the harder it is to swaller.
~~Unknown

Yeppers!! On those rare instances that I find myself riding on the wrong side of the road; I promise my crow will be quite warm.

Night

PS..... Hey did I sound humble? I tried to sound humble. But it is so hard. BECAUSE I AM NEVER WRONG!!!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Lets Talk Love!!! Or How I Got On My Soap Box!!

Many of the people, certain not all, in Second Life are there because there is something missing in their lives. Companionship, fellowship, conversation, need to experience other cultures but no means to do that in Real Life, a shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with, to display abilities that their Real Lives does not allow them to bring to the forefront, an ability to hide behind an avatar and be who they feel they want t be and of course a lack of love in their lives.

Reading so many profiles gives me a prospective into all these things and in fact they all exist within my own circle of friends in Second Life. But an underlying theme, in so many profiles, is a search for a meaningful relationship. This is never more evident then in the words written into profiles after one partners, finds someone special or loses someone special.

I found these 2 quotes last week.  They ring true in a real world sense but as everything else they carry over into Second Life.

If you ever find yourself in love with two people choose the second one, for if you were truly in love with the first there would have never been a second.
~~Unknown Author

I know that there are many people that have found themselves in  this situation. The truth is in the written word here. The hypothesis,,,'Why a second love if I have a first'. Seems the answer is so simple;;'Because the first was not the love you sought'.  But as we all know LOVE is not simple. It is not easy. And it is not logical. God help us as Love is the goal we seek, the pain we receive and hopefully the prize we win.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
~~Helen Keller



I love this quote and who better to have uttered these words than Helen Keller. The application to Second Life is striking. We do not touch each other or see each other in our real form. When we meet someone special in Second Life; it is all feelings through our hearts not our bodies. Not our eyes. Not because of some preconceived idea of what the correct mate must look like or do for a living. It is all immaterial. All the trappings of an upward bound, financially settled and socially accepted relationship are nothing more than Real Life shit. Left behind when we click the log on button.

Whew!!  Night the social commentator!!  Tomorrow I better find some really fun stuff so yo'all don't think I have been taken over by the ghost of some long dead philosopher. Although I do look very good in a toga.

Loves Ya
Night

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou!!

I do not often write here twice a day but I felt the need to offer you a poem by Ms Angelou:::

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.



Maya Angelou! Poet~Woman!!

Politics aside, I admire Ms Angalou as an accomplished woman, poet and writer. Black women can look to her as an example of what life should,could, must be. I am not a black women and and will never be able to attest to the experiences endured by them. But as an Italian~American woman; I can understand stereotyping and misconceptions of one's nationality and culture.

This quote, by Ms Angelou, I believe expresses that point perfectly.

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~Maya Angelou~


My farther was in the military and he traveled constantly. It was just my Dad and me for a long time so as much as possible I traveled with him. We were traveling through Macon, Georgia when I was about 8 years old. Dad had gotten us some lunch and we had a picnic in a park there. Sitting next to us was an elderly black woman, She made a point of fussing over me; especially when she found out that my Mom was no longer with us.

I learned two things that sunny afternoon. First, everyone is the same and this woman in particular was wonderful. Second, prejudice is an ignorant and harmful disease. She told us that in the not so distant past; she was not allowed to use this park because she was black. She also told us that she sits on that particular bench because there use to be a sign there that said,,

'DOGS AND NIGGERS KEEP OFF THE GRASS'

I did not understand what that meant at the time she told us. I was raised in an all Italian neighborhood in NYC. As we drove away from Macon, my Dad tried to explain it to me. It made me feel terrible once I understood and I had never seen that sign. I could not even imagine how she must have felt all those years looking at it.

I sat on that bench years later as an adult. A tear in my eye and a smile on my face because I had the opportunity to remember a wonderful experience, with a saint of a woman, in a beautiful place. To this day, I wish I could remember her name. But in my Heart of Hearts I know that she, in that way to short period of time, taught me a lessons that I carry with me every day.

I fully understand Ms Angelou's quote. God bless her and every woman that graces our lives.

Night





Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Here Comes The Bunny!!

It is not Easter but this was so cute I just could not wait that long to put it in here.

All I need to know I learned from the Easter Bunny!
~ Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
~ There's no such thing as too much candy.
~ A cute tail attracts a lot of attention.
~ Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day
~ Some body parts should be floppy.
~ Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
~ Everyone needs a friend who is all ears


I see a lot of lists in second Life. Funny, serious, nonsensical and the down right stupid. But it is not often I find a list that is funny and true all in one. Every one of these points can be applied to real life in some way. Underlying the funny here is some truth and a thing or two to think about.

Things That Made Me Laugh This Past Weekend

"You know that look women get when they want sex?
 Me neither!" - Drew Carey


I love Drew,,He may not me a looker but he makes us laugh so who cares.

             
' If your a woman in your 40s and you get called in for a mammogram, look on the bright side. At least this is one kind of film they still want you to appear  . .   topless in'


I can not even imagine where my girls will wander to or sink to at 40,,but Oh God here they come.


See you tomorrow kiddies,,I need to go watch the ice and snow ruin my day,,heheh.

Night

                               

Monday, January 10, 2011

LOL! What The Hell Is That All About!!

I must admit that I do overuse the acronym, 'LOL', way to much. I was accused, and rightly so, of  writing in IM's without emotion when I first came to Second Life. LOL was a way of at least bringing a little emotion to what I was writing. The following was found over that past weekend. I attended two Second Life Music shows on Saturday, Maximillion Kleene and the tribute band 3 Doors Down. Each show maxed out the sim and I was able to perve over 100 profiles in a single sitting. BTW,,the music was very good too.

It's original definition was "Laughing out loud" (also written occasionally as "Lots of Laughs"), used as a brief acronym to denote great amusement in chat conversations.

Now, it is overused to the point where nobody laughs out loud when they say it. In fact, they probably don't even give a shit about what you just wrote. More accurately, the acronym "lol" should be redefined as "Lack of laughter."

Depending on the chatter, its definition may vary. The list of its meanings includes, but is not limited to:
1) "I have nothing worthwhile to contribute to this conversation."
2) "I'm too lazy to read what you just wrote so I'm typing something useless in hopes that you'll think I'm still paying attention."
3) "Your statement lacks even the vaguest trace of humor but I'll pretend I'm amused."
4) "This is a pointless acronym I'm sticking in my sentence just because it's become so engraved into my mind that when chatting, I MUST use the meaning!


There are certainly other overused acronyms in all social networking situations. ROFL(Rolling On Floor Laughing) and GTSY(Good To See You) are two that come to mind. No one is really rolling on the floor and believe me it is not always good to see everyone.

I am not advocating anyone stop the use of these sayings. I certainly will continue to use them, albeit with a little more control from now on.

I read in the Blog Second Life New World Notes, http://nwn.blogs.com/, that Kinect will soon bring software to the market, named Avatar Kinect,  that will allow Avatars to show emotion when talking. Of course that will mean a change to using voice that so many seem to resist in Second Life.

Until that happens; stick whatever you want in your IM's and Open Chat sessions,LOL,,ROFL!!

It was GTSY today!!

Night

               

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Nights Dance To Day~~~Chapter 4

Nights Dance To Day

Chapter 3




 
Diego,

Fainche is missing.

She left for work 2 weeks ago and never came home. The police think she took off with her boyfriend. He has not been seen around for awhile.

She wouldn't just leave without telling her mother or me. Yes, she is head strong. To much like you. But this all feels wrong.

The police are saying things about her I can not, will not believe.

Please come home.

We need you. I need you.
Keane

One read of the letter and I was on my way.

"Fainche"!

My niece. Franny translated to English from old Irish. It was true; she was to much like me. A wanderer. Always looking for the fun, the action. "It was all genetic", my fathers favorite saying.

Family; a thing of beauty, confusion and bewilderment. That pretty much covered our family.

My father Coleman Malone, 20 years old, met my mother, Sarita Garcia 18 years old, while traveling in Europe on one of those 'find yourself experiences'. She was working at a restaurant in Barcelona, Spain. My farther was over six feet tall; she was barely 5 foot. Love knows no size. They spent every minute they could together and when it was time for him to go home; she was on his arm as his wife.

Now two very Catholic and very volatile families were about to clash. ELOPEMENT!!! God the world was coming to an end.

The Garcias met the Malones in an Italian restaurant and negotiations began. A church wedding; definitely. A blending of the family names, definitely. Rules for naming all the children, compiled. Twelve hours after holding this Irish/Spanish summit; the men were off in a bar drinking together and the women were swapping recipes and trying to make Irish food look Spanish and Spanish food look Irish.

Coleman and Sarita have been married for 34 years. The children started arriving by the end of year one.

Diego Garcia Malone, me
Eirne Garcia Malone, married 6 children
Bardan Garcia Malone, married 4 children
Keane Garcia Malone, married 4 children
Marga Garcia Malone, married 3 children

Yes, I am the only one who has not been fruitful and multiplied.

Sunday family dinners are a project that matches any disaster relief effort ever launched. Every family member still lives within an hours drive from the family home in Brooklyn. Everyone is there for Sunday dinner every week; except me.

This is what awaits me. I am not ready; never will be but there it is and I am jumping in blind and unarmed.
 
 
A new week starts tomorrow and I have some juicy new perves for you.

Have fun in Never Never Land kiddies!!

Night 
 

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Something A Little Different Today!!

They come from Belgium, Bulgaria, Denmark,Canada, The United States, The United Kingdom, Italy, France, Germany The Netherlands, Spain, Turkey, Ireland, Poland, Portugal and Australia.

They are husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, friends, neighbors and the person you passed last week at the grocery store or gas station.

They are tall, short, skinny, plump, muscular, handsome, pretty and intelligent,

They are architects, homemakers, nurses, doctors, lawyers, students, carpenters, truck drivers, construction workers, bakers, barbers, engineers, fishermen, sales clerks, store managers, police, firemen and so many other professions that are to many to mention.

They are good, hard working people with strong beliefs in what is right and what wrongs need to be fixed.

Someone loves them, and  someone needs them. Someone looks up to them. Someone waits for them.

They help people. They protect people. They build roads, bridges, schools, hospitals, power plants and water purification plants.

They are North Atlantic Treaty Organization soldiers(NATO).

You probably guessed that already. And you are probably wondering what this all has to do with Profile Perving.

So many Second Life residents have references to their military service in their profiles. In profiles you will find statements like 'I just returned from the Sandbox'. The Sandbox refers to Iraq or Afghanistan.

These individuals have given their time and risked their lives in a cause that some scoff at and some ridicule. But still they go and they serve with honor. They are our best and brightest.

They should be honored by all of us. No matter what your feelings about any war might be; PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE take the time to thank them for their service.

One of our Red River Girls, Crystina McMahon, is one of these wonderful people.

Thank you for letting me up on the soap box today.

Night

PS.....Tomorrow Chapter 4 of Nights Dance To Day

Friday, January 7, 2011

My 30th Post!! And That French Word Rears Its Ugly Head Again!

POTPOURRI FRIDAY!!!

During each week I find little bits of information as a result of my perving. They fall into no clear category so I will reserve Fridays to pass them onto you with short comments. Really I am just cleaning crap out of my inventory and sticking it in yours. I love ya don't I? LOL!

Here goes:::

Did you know that 12% of the people believe that Joan of Arc was Noah's wife? 
Funny and probably true

No price is too high to pay, for the privilege of  OWNING  YOURSELF
                ~~ Rudyard Kipling
Mr Kipling understands the value to a free living people with their destiny held in their own hands.

It's a mirage, brought on by your terrible thirst.
                ~~Barry Fitzgerald
Mr. Fitzgerald was an actor, and one of my favorites. This quote comes from the movie 'The Quiet Man', with John Wayne, Maureen O'Hara,Ward Bond and Victor Laglen. It is a fun and entertaining move. Please do yourself a favor and watch it. Smiles all around I promise.

 You don`t marry someone you can live with,
 You marry the person who you can not live without.
               ~~Kasia from Poland

So true!! Think about it.

"I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it."
One for my friend Cally.  Something cerebral to stimulate her day.

"What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"
My God I would want to do everything.  Fear of failure is what keeps most of us on life's sidelines.
"Normal is not something to aspire to,  it's something to get away from."
             ~ Jodie Foster
My Dad always taught me to be different, to standout, to do things that others do not want to do. No normal for me if I can help it. The INDIVIDUAL first and always. That is what makes us interesting.

"You are more beautiful the more I touch myself"
           ~~Heard in the heat of the moment somewhere ;)

Hahahaha!! Now tell me that once loving gets started and imagination goes wild; that your everyday guy or dirl does not turn into Milla Jovovich(yeah you got me,lol).

OK! My file is empty so I am coming for your profile this week.

Love ya,
Night

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I Perve!! Second Life Always Provides!!

Yesterday I was at a loss as to what I would write today. But as usual Second Life provided me with material. I perved a profile during the Jesika Wirefly show, at Red River, last night. The following list jumped up and screamed,,,'Use Me!! Use Me!!'.

Things I have accomplished so far in Second Life:
☑  Rezzed a prim on my head
☑  Sent a rather personal IM in local chat window
☑  Detached all clothing in public
☑  Walked before everyone rezzed, ohhh my bad
☑  Almost ate a Moon Pie
☑  Had someone try to explain Gor to me.. I asked  them to kill me.
☑  Eats a popsicle now without it dripping on my shirt.
☑  Clicked a preggers belly in hopes the stupid  thing would be born and shut the hell up in local chat
☑  Landed at a TP point with my hair, jewelry and shoes planted firmly in my butt.

and a few other things just too embarrassing to   mention...heh

Anyone who has been in Second Life, even for a short time, can relate to this list. I have done everyone of these things and so much more. Like dressing at home, teleporting to a venue, and my clothes never rezzing. Yeppers,,,naked at a venue with me seeing my clothes but everyone else seeing my ass, and everything else,  in all its glory.

Landing at some teleport hub with my hair following 3 feet behind me. My hair chasing my bald head around the room.

Once I set my two cats to follow me around the house. I teleported somewhere and when I returned the cats were gone, A week later they were returned to my inventory from the next sim. At least they are loyal and tried to follow me, lol.

If you have any strange happenings comment about them. I can stick them in the next blog.

Let me leave you with a Lady Gaga  quote I perved last week,,,

“...I’m just trying to change the world one sequin at a time.” - Lady Gaga

See you around the grid,,,

Night

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

More From Robert A. Heinlein!!

It amazes me that the thoughts of Mr. Heinlein come from the mind of a man. It is true that men can be sensitive but sensitivity, common sense and and a real feel for the female spirit(soul if you will) are rarely found within the male of our species. Today's quote, I believe illustrates this point nicely.

"Love" is  that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own...Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy"
— Robert A. Heinlein

I have read and reread this quote countless times and held it up against my life's experience. The quote rings so true. I think we have all suffered the disease of jealousy; both from our own prospective and that of our partners. Jealousy really is a disease and it probably has ruined more relationships than anything else. I have watched love heal a persons spirit, give them confidence and guide them along a better life path.

Think back to when you all were teenagers. How petty jealousys drove so many relationships into the ground. How love changes faces practically on a daily basis. The immaturity of youth blurs the lines between love and jealousy; causing relationships between the young to be the ruination of ones life. Oh the drama of a first love.

The problem I see is that many people never mature enough, in the relationship arena, to learn the difference between true love and infatuation. This lack of maturity also continues to blur the lines between jealousy and the dangers it forebodes in any relationship.

One more Robert A. Heinlein quote. It may take a little thought but the subject matter should become obvious.
"have you ever noticed how much they look like orchids? lovely!"
— Robert A. Heinlein

BEAUTIFUL!! A flower indeed!!

Night

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Robert A. Heinlein!! "Specialization is for insects"!!!!!!

The Big Three of Science Fiction writing,   Robert A. Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Arthur C. Clarke.  Look at their resumes on Wikkipedia and you will see a life time of achievements that astound me as a writer and amaze me as a reader.  If you have never read a book by Robert A. Heinlein; please drop your breakfast Pop Tart and run out and get one today. I would suggest  Stranger in a Strange Land. It is an amazing piece of literature that was at the forefront of the sexual revolution.

You can well imagine how surprised I was to find one of Mr. Heinlein's quotes in a Second Life profile. In fact I found three in one night.

"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."

- Robert A. Heinlein 

"Specialization is for insects"!!!!!!  My God how profound! There really is no place, in a modern society like ours, for the one dimensional human beings. There is to much out there that needs to be mastered. To much that has to be sampled, tasted, touched, fondled, held to account, gazed upon and loved.

I am 33 years old and am on my third career; athlete, financial consultant and author. Every day something grabs me and says 'Look Here, Touch Here, Experience This'. I hope you all feel like this every day.

Being multi-dimensional makes you a more interesting human. Allows you to never have a dull moment or worse a moment with no purpose, no direction. Being multi-dimensional brings value to your life, improves it and by extension improves the lives that you are fortunate enough to touch.

Never be afraid to try new things, learn new things or meet new people. I can guarantee that if you are fearless in your acquisition of knowledge; you will never sit alone in any room listening to others talk. Instead, you will be the one talking and the others will be your listeners.

I have more on Mr. Heinlein tomorrow. Read him,,He is PRICELESS!!!

Keep those profile open!! I will get around to you soon,,LOL!!

Night

Monday, January 3, 2011

My Computers Went Down!!

Happy New Year To Me!! And for the New Year here is a virus to get you started. It's all cleaned up now and I am back in business. But I have not had time to think about today's blog. So I will give you Chapter 2 of Nights Dance To Day; a week early.

Chapter 2

Getting the 63 mile ride into Grand Forks, North Dakota took some begging, gas money and $40 pocket money but the old man at the wheel, told interesting stories and didn't mind beer cans thrown into the bed of his pickup. Dropped off at the Grand Forks train station at 11pm left plenty of time for some food and a few drinks before boarding for the long trip.

No flying for this guy. Damn things could fall out of the air at anytime. Mister irrational would rather have a train derail than fall out of the sky in a damned airplane.

So it was going to be The Empire Builder, for 15 hours, to Chicago, then another 20 hours on the Lake Shore Limited to New York's Penn Station. $648 in his pocket and still pissed that it took nearly one third of all the money he had to buy the damned ticket. He boarded the train with an attitude that would scare off anyone that came near him on the trip. Thirty five hours; plenty of time to figure out what he would say to his brother when he was picked up for the ride into Brooklyn.

After boarding and settling into a coach seat; who needed to be comfortable in a sleeping car when money could be better spent on beer. Maybe he could sleep. He needed it badly.

Have at it kiddies!!!

Night

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Sundays Brings A New Idea!!

I have decided to use my Sunday blog to introduce you to my writing. I am going to put a chapter a week into the blog for you to read and comment on. This book is a sequel to my first book, 'Nights Dark Dance'.  It is not under contract to any publisher, at this time, so I can let yo all give it a read. The 10 people or so who bought my first book , LOL, will recognize that title. The chapters will be in draft form and not final form. That I will leave to an editor when the time comes. I used an Arial Font as I believe it is fairly clear to read.

Please feel free to comment and even make suggestions. I may even let my readers guide the plot to some extent.

Nights Dance To Day
Chapter 1
 
Damned heat!

Sweat pouring off his body like small rivers. Confusion and his head is spinning around like a top.

Damned heat!! Where is it coming from?

"I have to wake up". Have to turn off the heat."

It's still dark. His eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His head clearing a little. Around him is the clutter of his small rented room. Clothes strewn around the floor, chairs covered in old newspapers, unopened letters on the small dirty bedside table and empty beer bottles everywhere. Staggering through the clutter to the window he sees nothing but darkness and snow blowing past his windows.

Damned Heat!

The night sweats had returned 2 days ago. The same day he received the letter from his brother in New York. The letter sits on the bedside table unopened.

"How can I be sweating? The room is cold. Hell, the world is cold"

He pulls another beer out of the cooler; no refrigerator in this mansion. "It's 3am and I am grabbing another beer. How many is that? 10? 20? It doesn't matter."

He picks up the unopened letter, empties his chair of newspapers, and sits down. His brother never sends him anything unless it's important. They do not even talk anymore. The occasional ' Hello" at Christmas or maybe a birthday. Somehow family didn't seem to matter anymore. He came here, to this desolate place, to drink and forget. "Forget! God I wish I could forget"

He lost her two years ago. They were so happy living the dream together. Then his need to be back in the action and his enormous ego destroyed that happy life. She paid the price for his stupid need to know more about everything. Now he was alone. Living this drunken self pity existence.

"Now this letter! I have to open it. I have deal with it."

Slowly he puts the letter back on the bedside table and drains his beer bottle. Staggering back to bed.

"Damned Heat"


Have at it Kiddies,,
Night

 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Southern Girls!! All You Can Handle And More!!

This was found while MrMikie String was singing at the Red River Saloon on Thursday night.

"Southern girls are God's gift to the entire male population. There is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the Mason-Dixon line. And once you go southern, may the Lord help you, you never go back."               K Chesney  

I have been telling people this for years.. I found this in the profile of a Georgia Peach.  People write songs about us. Books about us are made into movies; like Steel Magnolias and Sweet Home Alabama.

A Southern woman can juggle cooking, raising a family, keeping a  house up, going to school and keep her mate smiling all day long. She has home grown, down to earth country values that serve her well no matter where she travels.

Cotillion, an old Southern tradition that is slowly fading away, teaches this tough woman to be a  gentle, sophisticated Southern Belle. The Southern Charm people talk about is bred into us. I was lucky enough to attend Cotillion.

Many Southern women are as at home in the saddle as they are in their minivans.  They understand the value of family, friends and church.

When the weather is hot they bring heat to their mate. But when the weather is cold; they bring FIRE!! That's why so many men come south and fall in love.

Yes folks I am a bit prejudiced on this subject. You have my beloved South Carolina to thank for how I feel.

If it was not for Southern Women keeping a strong vigil on Southern values and The American Way of Life;;The Northern States would have long ago slid into the Caribbean Sea.

Y' all come and visit.

Night