Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Dibble is as Dibble does

Well, it would appear that I am becoming, once more, a lazy and forgetful blogger, but this could(n't) be further from the truth!  Truth is, I've been pretty bored in SL, still.  I spend too much time simply being in SL doing nothing, when I could be in RL doing something like reading, or whatever.  I'm a very bad person.

However, I have found something else to do, now.  It may not be a lot, but it's something.

A quick scan back (I don't even remember) tells me that I haven't blogged about the Milk Wood Writers' Meet that I go to.  I don't know if I've even mentioned it yet.  If I haven't, then that's a great error, as it's the single thing I consistently go to, now.  Sure, I still try to go to the Sunday Social, the Trivia, the Poetry Open Mic at the Blue Angel, but I feel like I'm allowed to skip them for a week.  I don't feel like I can skip the Writers' Meet and, frankly, I have no desire to.

It's been going on for a few weeks now, and I think I've only missed two.  It's possible that I've turned up more than anyone else, although nitewanderer may have me beat there.  I am a True Regular, though, for all that's worth.

We congregate on Monday and Frida - 2pm SLT - around the Gypsy Caravan in Milk Wood, Scotland Inchcruin.  The next hour - or two - is devoted to writing.  

Now, apart from this thing, and only as long as I remember it, I don't do any writing anymore.  I used to do a lot of forum RP, but the days of regular activity for me are months and months in my past.  So, my writing ability is not good at the moment.  It makes me cry.  If I think about it, which I don't.  If I'm honest, I go to the meet to socialise a little, and be surrounded by writers; perhaps the company will spark the ability in me again.

So, because I acted like the natural host (despite Harriet setting up and running it), it was only natural that I take charge a little when Harriet was incapacitated.  I'm not going to bore you with the details, but the long and short of it is that Harrier made me a Milk Wood Officer.  This gave me powers to send the notices for the meet and also deal with any unruly folks that should happen along (which fortunately hasn't happened yet).

Harriet runs Milk Wood entirely out of her own pocket and, because it's such a good cause, I'm naturally willing and eager to help her in any way possible.

I noticed that she hadn't made a post on the group's blog about it yet, and she explained that it's so hard finding the time, so I offered to do it, with a little hint and a shrug and a flutter of my eyelashes.

That post is available to read:  Here.

Maybe if my blogging can be kept to an acceptable standard, she'll let me write some more :-)

Lukos up, up, and away!

p.s. If you don't get the reference in the title, Shame on You.

Friday, 10 April 2009

RAWWRRR! and rabbits

Well, it's Easter week.  And I'm bored.

I can't beat about that bush any, and I don't plan to.  I'm wondering just what the hell I'm doing in SL (Not a lot) and why I'm (not) bothering.  I feel sick already from eating white chocolate buttons, and I should just like to go to sleep for a week.

My tea mug is empty, I have a DVD on my TV that is stuck on the menu because I can't be bothered to play it or turn it off.  I'm listening to Anastacia, whose music I happen to find very inspiring at the same time as sad.  It makes you feel better, but only at the same time as reminding you that you're feeling sad for some reason.

She's a very powerful singer, and it's a pity that her music just isn't that "popular" anymore.  It's too nice in our world of death, doom and gloom.  Although, she has become more of an R'n'B songstress with her latest album, after a few songs with famous artists in that genre.  I think I'm unhappy that she has had to go in this direction really, but if that gets her money, I think she deserves it :)

I built a scale model of the Taepo-Dong.  That's the nuke cum satellite rocket that N. Korea epically failed launching the other day.  It went in the ocean.  Hawaii is safe for the moment.  Sure, mine doesn't go "PBBBFFFF FIRE RADIATION" but, it does launch, and go faster, and go faster, thanks to someone whose name I will have to look in my logs for.  They just gave me the script that did it, so I'm very grateful.  I think I might try to texture it and all, so it actually looks GOOD.  We'll see.  I think I'll probably build a different ICBM - Bigger, most likely.  The Taepo-Dong is actually quite small by comparisons at only 30 metres.  Some of the other ones are scary in size (I always get dizzy when looking up at tall, large structures).  Scary purpose, too.

I kind of resolved, again, to start building, again.  I used to be much better than I am now (More patient, probably), and it's a pity to lose skillz like that.  Maybe I can coax people into giving me mucho mulah for stuff!

In matters unrelated to Second Life, I have a mind to make some sort of application.  I know C well enough to read through most Open-Source applications that I use, but (like a language) being able to read is different to the ability to write it.  You really need to know it to form your own stuff.

I'll happily take any suggestions on what to make, if anyone who reads this would care to suggest any.  Winning suggestion gets a free copy on the system of their choice, lol.  Except Mac.  I just don't have a clue, there.  You have boot camp, anyway.  I know you do.


Attended Selene's Story Hour tonight, and I was the officially unofficial mascot.  I sat on Persephone's tip-box at the front of the stage (because she wasn't here today).  There was really a massive dent in attendance because no notices were sent out, and no-one was reminded of the reading.  Either that, or there's been some kind of nuclear attack on America ...


Nothing on bbc news, so I'll assume it's not true.  Unless it was us who launched them or something, and we're covering it up.  Who knows.

Yeah, really sad that there weren't many people, although it was still lovely.

RAWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRR.  Kay, gonna go sleep now.  It's 4:53am.  You should, too.

Nini, Lukos x