Dec 28, 2009

What A Party!!

Memories of Santas & Shotguns

A Wicked Fun Time at Hotspur O'Toole's 3rd Rez Day party!! Many thanks to DJ Freq! for the fantastical playlist and to the Boys in the Backroom (Murakami and Huszar) for the Reindeer skeet shooting game. And thanks to everyone who join us for the silliness - you made the party what it was. :-D

Dec 24, 2009

Blessings to All

and a very Merry Christmas to all my Christian friends!!

Dec 22, 2009

From the Duchess' Holiday Kitchen: Kahlua Brownies

***Countess Rosebud and I thoroughly enjoyed making these together last night. ***

Kahlua Brownies with Buttercream Frosting and Chocolate Glaze
Yields 36 brownies

1/3 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
5-1/3 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature
2/3 cup all-purpose flour, sifted
1/2 cup finely chopped pecans

2 ounces unsweetened chocolate
1/4 cup solid vegetable shortening
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 large eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 cup Kahlua
1/2 cup all-purpose flour, sifted
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped pecans

6 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature
2 cups sifted powdered sugar
1 tablespoon Kahlua
1 tablespoon heavy whipping cream

2 ounces semi-sweet chocolate
1 ounce unsweetened chocolate
2 teaspoons solid vegetable shortening

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9-inch square baking pan. Cream sugar and butter until light and fluffy. Slowly add flour and continue to mix until blended. Add pecans. When completely combined, press crust into bottom of prepared pan. Set aside.

Combine chocolate, shortening, and butter in a small saucepan over low heat. Stir until chocolate is melted and mixture is smooth. Cool. Combine eggs, sugars, and vanilla in a large bowl. Mix until blended. Stir into cooled chocolate mixture. Add Kahlua. Slowly add flour and salt, mixing until batter is smooth. Stir in pecans. Pour filling into prepared crust. Bake 25 minutes, or until tester inserted in center comes out clean. Be careful not to over bake. Let cool.

Buttercream Frosting: Cream butter, sugar, Kahlua, and cream in a small bowl until smooth and creamy. Spread over cooled filling mixture and refrigerate 30 minutes. More Kahlua may be added to make spreading easier (yes, that's the reason.....easier spreading...yes) . For a less sweet brownie, use half of Buttercream Frosting.

Glaze: Melt chocolates and shortening over low heat, stirring constantly. Cool and drizzle over Buttercream Frosting.

Dec 21, 2009

The Living Light Concert a Success!

Miss Ariesse Heart

Miss Heart, Mr. Ghost, and Lady Eva

Miss Ariesse Heart charmed the crowd as she led the group of music lovers through an overview of how she is inspired and creates such beautiful works of music. A relatively unknown avatar in Second Life, she is one of the best known composers/arrangers of sacred choral music in the (real) world. She has published over 1700 individual works.

In real life she is the wife of Mr. Icarus Ghost's human. They have been married a number of years, and as all learned last night, they are on occasion a creative team on lyric and music composition.

Miss Heart and Mr. Ghost

The crowd were rapt in attention to the music; however, the open chat format of our conversation with Miss Heart proved to be comfortable and a great use of the platform that is Second Life. Questions were freely asked as the music progressed. Comments were made by many in attendance, and Miss Heart described her thoughts and inspiration for specific words or musical techniques.

An Enthusiastic Crowd

Her word- and dynamics-painting is rich in depth of color and quite poignant throughout the pieces. Many in the crowd discussed how individual pieces moved them emotionally.

Miss Reghan and Miss Tehanu

Miss Hypatia

It has been my pleasure to sing and direct a few of Miss Heart's typist's work in my own RL choir(s) and I look forward to even more opportunities to do so.

Merry Christmas and blessings for a healthy new year.


Dec 20, 2009

Holiday Events Enjoyed

A little "postcard" featuring some of the Holiday events I attended in Caledon and Winterfell this weekend.

Dec 19, 2009

What Does Eva's Human Make For Dinner on A Cold, Snowy Day?

Well sometimes she makes this:

~Meat Loaf Rustica~
~Skin-on Mashed Potatoes~
~Salad Greens with feta, almonds, and Monti Iblei extra virgin olive oil, grey sea salt~

Meat Loaf Rustica
6 oz garlic-flavored croutons
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1/2 onion, roughly chopped
1 carrot, peeled and broken
6 whole cloves of garlic
1/2 red bell pepper
18 oz. ground chuck
18 oz. ground lamb
1.5 teaspoon kosher salt
1 egg

For the glaze:
1/2 cup catsup
1 tablespoon ground cumin (sometimes I substitute with garam masala)
Dash Worcestershire sauce
Dash hot pepper sauce
1 tablespoon honey

Heat oven to 325 degrees F

Combine first 6 ingredients in food processor. Pulse until a fine texture. Place this mixture in a large bowl. Combine the vegetables in the food processor and pulse untila rough chopped texture. Combine this mixture with the ground meats, then the bread crumbs. Season with the kosher salt. Add the egg and combine thoroughly, but do not squeeze the meat.

Pack this mixture into 10-inch loaf pan to mold the shape of the meatloaf. Turn the meatloaf out of the pan onto a parchment lined baking sheet. Insert a temperature probe at a 45 degree angle into the top of the meatloaf. Avoid touching the bottom of the tray with the probe. Set the probe for 155 degrees.

Combine the ingredients for the glaze. Brush onto the meatloaf after it has been cooking for about 10 minutes.

Almost ready......

Meatloaf is complete when the temperature of 155 degrees is reached.


Dec 14, 2009

A Cherished Diary Entry

One of my most treasured possessions is the small leather-bound journal my mother kept. Her tiny, meticulous handwriting fills the entire book. This particular journal was kept during the period of my childhood, which is likely why I enjoy it so well.

Opening it, the scent of leather, old paper, and a faint scent of vanilla fill the air around me. The red ribbon bookmark is in entry dated Christmas Morning the year I turned 11.

Laying there in the warmth of the fire, I listened to his slow, steady breathing. I smiled to myself as the breathing turned a bit gravel-like. Soon the hearty snoring would start. Over the years the sleep-filled noises of that oft-broken nose have become dear to me. How many years has it been anyway? Three? Twelve? Twenty? In my drowsy, dreamlike state, it was difficult to remember exactly.

I looked over at him laying beside me on the blanket he had laid in front of the fire in the parlor of Caisteal Teanacadh. This has been our tradition for many years . has been many. Each Christmas Eve that we have the good fortune to be in our own home that is. Once Eva has been snugly tucked into her bed with many quilts and one of Jamie's plaids draped over her (She has to have his plaid each night, she says because "it smells like Da - full of sunshine, earth, and hard work." From the mouth of babes...) we settle ourselves in the parlor. Jamie builds the fire up with wood and peat as I pour the whisky and serve him a Christmas cookie or two.

Each year, we dream together on this special night. We will have gone to Christmas Eve Mass with the family earlier in the evening, which inevitably fills us both with such joy and hope that we can't but help thinking about what the future may bring even as we list the things that we are most thankful for from the waning year. What will we be doing? Where might we travel together? Will Eva continue to grow as strong in both body and mind as she seems to be doing? When will we start her training in whisky making? or sword play?

"Sword play!?!" I teased Jamie earlier.

"Aye, Sassenach, sword play. She is mine. Nay doubt canna be when one looks at her - red hair flying in the wind, a few freckles speckling her dear face, the blue and gold of her eyes. Even the way she carries herself when she walks or rides. But the shape of her eyes and her lovely mouth, those are yours, mo chride."

At this he caressed my lips and began whispering in Gælic to me. Words of love and endearment. Words that I rarely, if ever, heard from other men regardless of language - and spoken in such a manner that my skin warmed and flushed without any physical effort on his part or mine.

The discussion of her education in the finer points of swordplay would wait.

And now I sit here at my little writing table in the first light of dawn watching him again as he sleeps the deep sleep of someone safe and loved. Honestly, I think the man could sleep anywhere/anytime. But he never sleeps very deeply save when he is in his own home by his own fire feeling the love of his family.

He is my gift. A gift given to me completely unexpectedly years ago on a winter's night . A gift I shall treasure all my days - and beyond.

And now the bells of the kirk are ringing - announcing Christmas morning. Merry Christmas, indeed!

Dec 12, 2009

Ironclad Battles in The Blakes Sea

Dec 5, 2009

Concert & Chat With the Composer on December 20th at 7pm SLT

I'm am so pleased invite you to the ballroom of my home, Caisteal Teanacadh, on December 20th to listen to a concert* of sacred choral Christmas music by Miss Ariesse Heart - or rather, her human.

Miss Heart's guiding spirit began piano and theory lessons at the age of five, and wrote her first song at the age of twelve. Her first octavo was published twenty years later. In 1992, she became a full-time composer and arranger and now has over 1,500 published works. Over twelve million copies of her songs have been purchased in their various venues, and she has been a recipient of the ASCAP Special Award for the last 19 years.

In addition to her choral music for church and school choirs, her songs appear on thirty albums (four of which have been Dove Award Finalists) and numerous children's videos, including sixteen songs on four gold videos, and four songs on one multi-platinum video.

Her songs have also appeared on such diverse television shows as "The 700 Club" and HBO's acclaimed series "The Sopranos."

I feel so fortunate that Miss Heart has agreed to spend time with us here in the Isle of Skye, Winterfell Anodyne, Second Life, sharing her music. We will all have a chance to chat with Miss Heart during the concert as well as after the music has ended. Unlike RL composer/conductor educational moments, which must take place either before or after the music, the platform of a virtual world gives us all the opportunity to use text to ask and answer questions while the music plays all around us.

Please join me for this special holiday time together. I look forward to the opportunity to introduce you to Miss Heart, and for you to learn more about the brilliant and lovely woman behind the avatar.


Nov 30, 2009

A Joyous Feast of St. Andrew To You All!

Statue of St. Andrews by Duquesnoy

For a little history on St. Andrew and his connection to Scotland, please refer to my post from November of 2007 in this very blog.

I regret that I have not been able to plan an event to celebrate St. Andrew's Day this year as it has always been my pleasure to do so. Real life is a good thing, therefore, I shall not express any regret with how the complexities of schedules in that realm have interfered with making plans in SL. I must confess, however, to some disappointment when I cannot be as active as I like with you, my friends, in Second Life.

May you all feel the blessings of this day, and know that as individuals and a collective you are in my thoughts.


(a little something for your celebration of the day...)

Address To A Haggis
by Robert Burns.

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve,
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit!' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o 'fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

Nov 24, 2009

Poetry from Scotland

I hope you will enjoy a few selections by Scottish poets through the ages that I have been reading of late.

Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

468. Song—On the Seas and far away by Robert Burns
HOW can my poor heart be glad,
When absent from my sailor lad;
How can I the thought forego—
He’s on the seas to meet the foe?
Let me wander, let me rove,
Still my heart is with my love;
Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,
Are with him that’s far away.

Chorus.—On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
Are aye with him that’s far away.

When in summer noon I faint,
As weary flocks around me pant,
Haply in this scorching sun,
My sailor’s thund’ring at his gun;
Bullets, spare my only joy!
Bullets, spare my darling boy!
Fate, do with me what you may,
Spare but him that’s far away,
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
Fate, do with me what you may,
Spare but him that’s far away.

At the starless, midnight hour
When Winter rules with boundless power,
As the storms the forests tear,
And thunders rend the howling air,
Listening to the doubling roar,
Surging on the rocky shore,
All I can—I weep and pray
For his weal that’s far away,
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
All I can—I weep and pray,
For his weal that’s far away.

Peace, thy olive wand extend,
And bid wild War his ravage end,
Man with brother Man to meet,
And as a brother kindly greet;
Then may heav’n with prosperous gales,
Fill my sailor’s welcome sails;
To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that’s far away.
On the seas and far away,
On stormy seas and far away;
To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that’s far away.

Rule Britannia by James Thomson
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

The nations, not so blest as thee,
Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall:
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful, from each foreign stroke:
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame:
All their attempts to bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame;
But work their woe, and thy renown.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair:
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves."

Sunday up the River by James Thomson
MY love o'er the water bends dreaming;
It glideth and glideth away:
She sees there her own beauty, gleaming
Through shadow and ripple and spray.

O tell her, thou murmuring river,
As past her your light wavelets roll,
How steadfast that image for ever
Shines pure in pure depths of my soul.

Nov 15, 2009

Another Steamy Party High in the Skye

We had a wonderful time dancing, battling, and having all kinds of silly fun while Frequency played an ecclectic and excellent list of music!

Our often shy trio of shipbuilders, MrBunwah, Justinian, and Nowwer (who is usually the silent partner) even seemed to have a great time showcasing their toy ironclads, blowing things up, and (gasp!) even dancing. :)

Many more years of success to you, young gents!!

Nov 13, 2009

Anniversary Celebration!

We are ushering in the 3rd year of Murakami Steamworks! Hard to believe that the Boys in the Backroom, as they are affectionately known by the Wrath Fleet, have been hard at work bringing more ironclad fun than you can shake a duchess stick at for two years.


Congratulations, Justinian Huszar and MrBunwah Murakami!

Frequency Picnic is going to be spinning the tunes.

We have dances, an open bar, their RC Ironclad game (which totally rocks!), an alligator, explode-y things, and much more.

Here is the Isle of Skye skyplat slurl.

Come as you like! We just want to be silly, have fun, and celebrate the work of J and MrB as Murakami Steamworks continues to grow and succeed.

Nov 8, 2009

Romance and Nostalgia

Feeling a bit romantic....and singing this song for the last several hours.

Link to the official video.

You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
'cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.

....waiting in the get away car...

Oct 31, 2009

Happy Halloween!

(photos taken at the Blue Mermaid during the Dark Cabaret event) (Podruly Peccable)

Vulpine Eldrich as the Headless Horsewoman


by Lord Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d,
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d
And twin’d themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer’d not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,
And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other’s aspects—saw, and shriek’d, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.

Dark Cabaret

Oct 21, 2009

The Lemur Picnic and Roller Derby of Dooooom!

The Rez Day Girl and her shoulder Ringtail.

Frequency Picnic's Rez Day party - Mexican Wrestling Roller Derby, Zombies, and Lemurs. OH MY!

The Luchadora Lemur of Skye

Oct 18, 2009

Færie of Autumn Skye

The Autumn Fairy
by Celticpoet

The Autumn fairy weaves her spell
Spreads out her cloth of gold
Adorns the fields and woodlands both
With the riches of days so old

She makes the plants and flowers bloom
Displaying Nature's glory
For soon cold Winter's dismal gloom
Will tell a different story

Among the Rocks
by Robert Browning

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

Ode To Autumn
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

*All photos taken on the Isle of Skye, Winterfell Anodyne. Eva Bellambi as the Færie of Autumn Skye.*


Oct 12, 2009

Strong Breast Support

Again, my most sincere thanks to all involved in our Second Annual SL Boobie-Thon events!

p.s. to spend a bit more time browsing the photos - feel free to go see my Flickr album.

Oct 8, 2009

With Gratitude!

Real life being what it is, I have not had time to wade through the wonderful pictures of the final Boobie-Thon 2009 event in SL: The Limerick Contest.

I have shared in other venues (in my exhausted but elated state) that Saving Second Base (our SL Boobie-Thon team) donated 2010.00 USD to Susan G. Komen last night after a week of wonderful events and gorgeous product sales.

Let me just say that again - $2,010.00!!!!

Thank you! Thank you!

I promise a more full report within the next 2 or 3 days. But for now, let me just say a HUGE Thank You! to Velesjæger Munster (our contest winner), Hotspur O'Toole, and PJ Trenton for their fine limericks during the "Joust".

A special thanks to Iason Hassanov (who was suddenly and unexpectedly called into RL work and could not join us for the event, but worked with me to create the space), Icarus Ghost (our phenomenal DJ) and Hypatia Callisto (for sharing not only some great burlesque dances, but also her Blue Mermaid event time with us).

My fellow judges were AutoPilotPatty Poppy and Magdalena Kamenev. Thank you, ladies!

And of course thanks to Serra Anansi, my Bosom Buddy in all these efforts.

Oct 3, 2009

Second Annual BoobieBall (x2) is a HUGE Success!

There are far too many of you to thank for generosity of spirit and pocketbook to do so by name, but I send a heartfelt thanks to all of you who were able to attend our (and/or donate at) BoobieBalls! When I left the second event this afternoon, I left with the knowledge that over the last 2 days you have donated 1100.00 USD!

All of that money is heading to the Susan G. Komen Foundation via the Blogger Boobie-Thon!

Thank you, lovely Seneschelf, for being such a wonderful partner in our Second Life Boobie-Thon efforts!!

And thanks to Stormy Mefusula and Mollie Braxton, who are the Chief Boobie Officer and a fellow photo editor respectively.

The wonderful vendors with fantastical items for sale in support of Boobie-Thon will remain at the event site until October 7th. Pray do go have a look and make your purchases without delay!

Also - Don't forget to join us for the Limerick Contest on October 7th at 6:30pm SLT!!

Oct 2, 2009


Boobies. Cuhuangas, Breasts. TaTas. Bazooms. They are called
many things and although they come in all shapes and sizes (large,
small, saggy and perky), they have one thing in common: The ability to
develop cancer. Even though there is no cure yet, Serra Anansi and Eva
Bellambi are once again joining the annual Blogger Boobie-Thon to do
our part part to make cancer a thing of the past.

The gorgeous location for the balls.

*First BoobieBall* (for US time zones), Oct 2nd 6:30pm. This
ball is informal, come as you are! Wear pink if you like, come topless
if you dare!! This event will be held on top of a sim crossing. This
is done to accomidate the possable 40+ person crowd! If you do not
wish to step across the simline, you can use one of these two LM's

Please remember that lag is our worst enemy at events this large
and keep your attachments to the necessities. Hair, large prim skirts
and jewelry are beautiful, but we ask for the sake of this charity,
that you keep these kinds of attachments to a minimum.

If you access the advanced menu on your tool bar at the top of your
screen (ctrl + shift + alt + d) and then rendering -> info displays
-> Avatar Rendering Cost, you will see a number over your head any
number that shows red is going to cause lag for your fellow revelers.
If you remove jewelry and replace swishy hair and clothes it will
lower that number and make the event more enjoyable for everyone. We
also ask that you please remove any and all HUD devices as they do not
add to the number above, the do contribute to the sims lag.

View from above the venue in Winterfell


*Second BoobieBall* (for UK time zones), Oct 3rd 12pm. This
ball is informal, come as you are! Wear pink if you like, come topless
if you dare!! This event will be held on top of a sim crossing. This
is done to accomidate the possable 40+ person crowd! If you do not
wish to step across the simline, you can use one of the two LM's listed above.

*Ice Cream Social* Oct 5th 4pm. Dunk Tank, Inner Tube Games,
Dancing, Conversation... Silliness!

*Limerick Joust* Oct 7th at 6:30pm, Come witness five
contestants (VelesJaeger Munster, Hotspur O'Toole, PJ Trenton and
Iason Hassanov) will spar and joust with limericks - would you like to
see your favorite man win? Judgeship's are up for bid, highest bidders
get to pick the winner!
*Limerick Melee* Oct 7th at 7:30, After the main event, there
will be the opportunity for all others to share in the fun - Popular
vote will determine this winner. Burlesque music and dancers just to
ad to the atmosphere of fun!

***AS ALWAYS*** These are fundraisers for the online BOOBIETHON
( and all proceeds from this weeks events goes
DIRECTLY to the The Susan G. Komen Foundation (
Your donations can be made in the kiosks on-site and by purchasing
items from our generous designers' vendor units. Last year we raised
over 2600usd and we want to beat that total this year!

Oct 1, 2009

Boobie-Thon 2009 Has Begun!

And so our events for the 2nd Annual Second Life BoobieThon are also beginning.

Our first event is the BoobieBall - this year with TWO times in order for more Friends of Breasts may be part of the fun! There will be kiosks available for your donations. Our vendor area will also be set up for your shopping pleasure. Proceeds will go toward our ultimate donation to Boobie-Thon/Susan G. Komen Foundation.

Eva and Serra fight breast cancer with humor and irreverence!
Join us!
(photo credit: PJ Trenton)

2nd Annual BoobieBall

October 2nd at 6:30pm SLT
October 3rd at 12:00pm SLT

Wear pink, if you'd like. Come topless, if you dare! But DO join us and bring friends!

Sep 25, 2009

Roller Disco, Man

After posing for some pictures for Boobie-Thon (images of me and Miss Serra to be seen at a later date :-D ) last night, I made my way to Steelhead and the Hobo Roller Disco Party hosted by Frequency Picnic and Hotspur O' Toole. It was a great time!

I went for a Farrah-like look (that was some BIG hair) and was surrounded by hobos, jaegers, furries, and other humanoids all dressed in flowers, swirls, and plaids. Lots of Afros to be found...but even more fun.

It was a pleasure to have the lovely Callipygian Christensen drop by towards the end of the night, too. I had not seen her in such a long time.

Sep 18, 2009

Up in Flames

Stress is a fact of life. It is part of the natural order of things. Not all stress is bad, of course. Sometimes it is very stressful going up in one of the latest models of lighter than aircraft, but it is also fun despite the known risks that are causing one to feel tense and stressed.

In general, stress is related to both external and internal factors. External factors include the physical environment, one's job, relationships with others, one's home, and all the situations, challenges, difficulties, and expectations one is confronted with on a daily basis. Internal factors such as physical health, emotional well being, mental health, and how rested one is will contribute to how well one responds to the external stressors.

For those of us in virtual environs the in-world tension producing stressors can sometimes become quite overwhelming or debilitating in and of themselves. Add to those the demands and stresses of real life, and one has the making of quite a drama or disaster.

Despite all the growth in the Steamlands of SL, the communities remain relatively close knit. Many of us not only communicate in world, but also on any number of social networking sites. This can increase our chances of talking with and enjoying one another, but can also increase the distribution of hurtful, painful comments - fueling stress and problems. The flip side to this is that we can be quite a support group for one another.

Fortunately the number of outlets for this stress are legion in SL. Find what you like to do and relieve that tension. Like to create content? To build? To tell stories? Go for it! Like to dance, strip, make a little whoopie? SL's got all that, too. Feel like smelling of smoke, cordite, steel? Feel like blowing the daylights out of someone or their ship? We can manage that, too! And DO most every Thursday night.

Those of you who know me well, understand that I am generally quite even keeled. It takes a lot to provoke me. I will calmly work my way to a happier place if at all possible. I am a glass half full kind of person. But I am also a realist. Sometimes things just are what they are and there is no improving them. What can sometimes really take the edge off of RL and SL stress is to participate in the Ironclad battles.

Nix Sands, Amplebeak Tinlegs, and I watch the first round

After changing back into human form, Nix makes his airship ready.

Our battle last night was to attempt to take down the behemoth - the beast - of Admiral Calamari's Navy. I was only able to be a gunner in one round. The rest of the time I was working and ensuring that other avatars were not roaming into the war zone. Admiral Calamari was bested the small attack boats every single time. Congratulations to all!!

Earlier in the evening, though, I sent MrBunwah and AngusGraham a message via secure channel. They helped me bring an idea to life. For some time now we have been talking about ways to run combined Navy and Infantry operations to life. We had some prototypes that could use some testing (AngusGraham's 'splody shack - as I like to call it). And I asked MrBunwah to make me something that we could put textures on for target practice, "and make them with lots of BOOM and fire!" Because of the roughly (very roughly) human shape of his prims, we began affectionately calling them effigies.

At the end of our battles we put the call out. Come have some fun! Blow stuff up!!

People came from all around, actually. And blow things up we did!

Jed, MrB, Linus, Hotspur, Caladon, and I watch as Magdelena sets her flamethrower to the task.

Mags and her flame thrower

Lunar, Caladon, and Riven

Everyone was commenting about how fun it was. How they were feeling better than they had in ages. We passed mod copies out and some decided to put pictures of things/avatars/ideas that they wanted to blow to the high heavens.

'Splody things!!

Cannon wielding ladies

Damn you all to hell, "right-sizing"!!

Take THAT ex-lover!!

Eat iron, cancer diagnosis!!

You'll never hurt me again, mean person!

Think you can steal MY content and not die!! HA!

Take ownership of THIS!

Nabila and I jig with glee!

It was ridiculous! And therapeutic.

Come on punk. Make my day.

Sep 14, 2009

It's Getting To Be That Time of Year Again.

"What time is that?" you ask.

Time for the annual Blogger Boobie-Thon.

So now is the time that my real life persona begins creating her poses for the Thon and the cameraman gets the lighting and sets ready. The real me has also volunteered some time to help Boobie-Thon organizers, too.

This will be the second year that Seneschelf, Serra Anansi, and I have supported Boobie-Thon with in world activities. Last year was such a grand success.

This year we'll be doing a bit more for the cause. An entire week of activities during the week of the Blogger Boobie-Thon, October 1-7, 2009.

There will be details coming out in multiple blogs and other venues, but allow me to at least share the following with you for now.

  • Opening Night on October 2nd @ 6:30pm SLT BoobieBall. Winterfell Community Center.
  • October 3rd @ noon SLT BoobieBall. Winterfell Community Center. Wear Pink to the Balls if you'd like - or come topless if you dare!!
  • October 5th @ 4:00pm SLT Innertube Obstacle Course and Race. Entry Fee L250
  • October 7th @ 6:30pm SLT Limerick Contest. In the sky on Isle of Skye, Winterfell Anodyne (
  • A little detail on the Limerick Contest. This particular event will focus on education related to men with breast cancer. The main event will showcase the limerick talent of 5 gentlemen in SL in three themed rounds. Those who wish to be judges for this contest need to send Eva Bellambi a notecard with a bid (donation) of at least L500. The top three bidders will be chosen. After the Main Event, there will be a limerick melee. Anyone desiring to enter will notify Eva Bellambi in world during the event. The winner will be determined by popular vote (Lindens donated on his/her behalf).
More to come!

Aug 27, 2009

Now this is how to close an exhibit

Miss Eleanor Anderton dances 'neath the flowers..

Last evening I had the privilege to join PJ Trenton and Tricia Aferdita at the closing of their joint show at Mr. Trenton's gallery, Exposure (
The theme of the closing event was Latin music.

While I was only able to join the fun for the last 30 minutes or so, it was a grand good time. Gabi was working the music and the crowd was quite animated and fun.

(foreground from left) Tricia, PJ, Eva, Gabi

Here are just a few snapshots from the event. Based on the quality of work I saw last night, and the warm welcome by the artists, I am sure to return to Exposure.

Salsa! Flamenco! Paso Doble!

Thanks, PJ!