Sunday, October 28, 2012

KING KONG ATTACKS OXBRIDGE!!

Damian Delacroix had an awesome Avatar!

Screams erupted just as the Roleplay class ended; I was outside speaking to Professor Lindal Kidd when the Earth shook with each step of the huge violent beast! Enraged, it had come to the college, bent on attacking the Deans during their Questions and Answers hour!






Quickly my little gyro whirligig rescue craft climbed to his height, as he perched on the Lecture Hall. I did my best to speak to him, but his dialect was so strange, and I really only speak monkey fluently,, not gorilla. Miss Kidd was quick to call in our savior angels- The Royal Caledon Air Force, the RCAF!

picture thanks to Lindal Kidd, isn't it awesome?

 The gorilla swatted at the aircraft, and I did my best to grunt and thump my chest and scream in his language of his dire situation. I hoped also that in translation, I was not doing the mating ritual by mistake.





Minutes later, and it was over, the Great Beast was gone, thank you, RCAF! Now to hurry the wounded to the Hospital in Cape Wrath!

P.S.,

Afterward, I made friends with the great beast and went on a fun ride in his warm hand, which though smelling of gorilla sweat, was warm and quite safe!



Then all the Deans and professors lined up for rides! Except Thaumaturgist, who flew in circles about him in a wonderful biplane!









Wednesday, October 24, 2012

My 3rd Rezday!

It started like last year: My venue backed out, my DJ backed out, and things looked so bleak I considered whether working 15 RL hours per week at SL jobs  was a smart use of my time, to afford my shoppe rent. My silly Typist has no credit card or account in her name alone, for personal reasons, and this makes for issues when my Tier rent payments come due! *grumbles about Typists*

But then I tore down the constructs on the island, and set up a nice dance floor! Needing lighting meant I got to go shopping! After picking out what to wear for the shopping trip, I went to 3 club lighting stores and got some nice strobes and circling lights, and well, blinking and such. It all looked very kewl I thought!
Uploading the nearly 60 pictures of the last year was very time consuming. If I had been a human with anxiety issues, I would surely have been taking extra doses of medicine! but all worked like clockwork.
  Was that a bit trite? It is true though!
The paintings were filled with over 50 rotating images from my last wonderful year in SL

Zenmondo came and helped keep my Typist from a full blown anxiety attack, he's so great!


Colette Chadbourne, the DJ from Blarney Stone, was going to do a nice set of Irish music but her internet  was failing she said, so I asked for anyone to help in my groups.
Remember the man from the Titanic dance night? How he walked in at my moment of need? He is making quite a habit of it. Michael Macbeth Set up and played for a few hours, for free!
the music was modern dance which was good, and the DJ played requests for everyone as well

Zen, Atlantis me and Xzhar danced for hours!

Kelsea and her new dolly friend showed up as the representatives of the Hypno community, rosy cheeks glowing in the night! My new friends at the Star Wars RP groups did not disappoint me- Atlantis was up at 3 am her RL time, and Zxhar came on break from his job on a cruise ship to wish me well! True friends, I am so so so glad I explored the SWRP world, the people there are fabulous.

A lovely warm evening in Cape Wrath, and another year of sentient life, Thank the Creator and Dollmaker!
   Foreman Showed up and danced for a while, and though I assumed Timber, Samuel, Allora and other romantic friends would show, Allora did contact me with happy wishes, and those present gave a doll all the loving appreciation one ever had! Anyways, how can I be angry with one person not coming, when really 450 had been contacted- all those personally delivered invitations,, were they all lost in delivery? I must look into my postal employees!
   In the end, the 6 of us had a great night, and it made me wonder yet again, if my Creator knew that nights like this would come? Wherever she is, wherever humans go when they finally unwind, I whispered a prayer not only to my Maker but hers, thanking humbly for this gift which I have been given!
HAPPY REZ DAY TO YOU ALL!





Thursday, October 4, 2012

EnCore Dance for Yvonne Mounsey, on her passing


The news travelled on silent feet throughout the cobbled streets of Cape Wrath, and what with the presidential debates, the wars and rumours of wars, the passing of a dancer is a tiny pebble in the social water I suppose,,, but I am a doll, and know little of such things.

   But I know what it means to be a dollmaker- to painstakingly craft yourself , minute by minute, your dress, your attitude, your body,  learning new ways to push yourself, for the enjoyment of the refined audience. I know what it means to try to fashion others into this image, this dream. Dealing with their obstinances and their ignorances, with love and affection. You are trying to convince a young girl or boy to surrender all hope of  normal schooltime friends and events, to give 5 days a week from their 5th birthday till the day their ankles hips or knees give out,, or their diet of under 500 calories a day. (1000 during a show), to endure yelling and screaming and guilt and shame, and then the howls of applause and cries of "Encore!" when you see the result of perfection of poise in motion.

   And you have such few friends. You work nights, you are cloistered like a nun, in the temple where you sweat blood through your leotard, and often in your slippers.

   Ballet is not easy and it is not friendly, but the craftsman's hands caress you as often as they whittle you, push you and form you, until you Reverance in a deep curtsy on the drape of the stage, the footlights burning you, and through the entire audience you search until you find the only face in the sea that is truly, truly shining equal to your own, and when you wave her to come on stage with you (because you simply cannot imagine taking all this credit yourself), the audience immediately raises to their feet, thousands of hearts pouring out their admiration and gratitude in ovation, for the little dancers, and the loving craftsman, who have all sacrificed all the comforts of their world, to transport the audience to a new world, for the span of an hourglass.

   Yvonne Mounsey lived 93 years upon this Earth and transported so many, loved so many, fashioned so many, that were she a statesman, her cold statue upon horseback would reside in town squares across this planet. But that would be inacurrate- such a statue should be of a nearly perfect looking ballerina, one hair wild in her face, holding the barre as tiny dancers peer up adoringly, while she holds forth a single finger, and patiently states for the millionth time,, "now, like me...."

   So thru the rain of Cape Wrath's Autumn i walked, without coat, wearing my old colors, the leotard of the ballerina at the turn of the Grand Century. I wanted the world to see that we walk among them, dolls, ballerinas.  I arrived to the closed down theater in Caledon Penzance, and spent a good deal of time removing (derendering) the porno cameras and soiled bed on stage, sweeping the hallowed boards till they shined again, then turned on all the lights.

   I chose a piece from Romeo and Juliet, "The Parting" piece, and did it thru, I don't know how many times. The first several times I was not at all pleased with,, the last few, I was. But I kept dancing it ,, as if I waited for her to join me, or shout her praises, or instructions.

   In the pit, the orchestra pit just beyond the footlights, I am certain I  heard a soft voice. I let the success drops roll down my skin as peered into the grand audience hall of the theater, wishing for all the world that someone with money would reclaim its splendor. I would,, but I am just a doll. How could I reclaim such grandeur? I have nothing! No ballerina does. I have no fame or political influence! Few ballerinas ever do. How could I save this house for the edification of all who come and enjoy the great labor of love  given them by the artists of dance? How??

   Then I heard the soft voice again,,,, and she said,,, "Now,,,, Like Me..."

We will miss you and we will emulate you and we will always love you Yvonne,, thank you.


Au Revoir to the great Yvonne Mounsey- watch this You Tube Clip