On this journey through the virtual world (one I decided to become part of) are many magical things. Take the prim for instance. A beautiful piece of nothing that loves and hates us all at the same time (please do not compare the prim to my ex wife or I will have to hunt you down and introduce you to her). I don’t really get how they work and probably never will, unless they evolve into cookies… then we are in business.
The one thing I thought I had a handle on was stargates… who does not get the concept
Dial the number
Charge Ralph Nader with neutrons
and open a can of worm!
Well every damned time I do this I end up dead or make other people dead, or make everyone wish I was dead; death is my life. This time it was different, I did not kill us!!! I still can’t believe it. We ended up in one of the coolest sims I have been too so far. It started out with us fleeing from some mob chasing us down for a crime (you know who likes crime) and BAM instant cool place. I guess this time crime did pay; funny ain’t it.
It seems we were connected through a series of Stargates and just like the real one (yes I said real one) we end up in an unknown world… great for exploring I say. I don’t know how many there are but it sure is fun trying to figure out which ones are real and which ones just kill you. The killy ones I have no problem finding no matter how many time I yell “NO WAMMY’S”.
I love the look of Subnova and when you first get there Dradis locks on to you. I was in awe of the stained glass behind the Stargate, giving it that church and state come together feel.
It was all good until I tried to push the envelope… all I got was a one way pass to get the hell out.
I will try and go back again… once I figure out how to do it. Until next time Kittens… Keeme is tending his VR wounds.
I Have asked Nika this question more times than I care to remember or share. I started us out on the journey of a lifetime (months in SL terms) and I FAIL something as basic as “Knowing where we [world travelers] are”!
She smiles and politely says “We are still in Nowherevile Keeme, want Fricken to lead us out”?
*SIGH* Now to find my notes on the current trip.. NIKA” Before I finish calling her name she says “Top file under Silly questions for Nika in your inventory dear”. Now we are on our way and I promise to get cracking on the writing… if only I remembered the Flickr password
Nika *Sigh* “Keemeissolostwithoutnika111” Keeme “Thanks again” Fricken *thinks* and they make me pee in a box
I had resisted writing this post for a few reasons. One, I have been dealing with web hosting issues and other Internet related habits (thank heaven for wordpress.com). And TWO… I did not realize how difficult it was going to be to leave a VR piece of property! I was talking to Nika last night during one of our private voice chats, walking on Route7 (a blog post to be named later). It was so nice and peaceful, aside from our laughing nearly virtually and realistically peeing our pants. Seems Nika and I had stumbled upon a house where some “stuff” was going on… well… I will save that part of the story for the post it belongs to.
Where was I?
OH! We were having a nice quiet moment and I shared this with her (and now y’all). Leaving Nowhereville felt very much like when a friend, a close friend, moves away to a new state. Even if you did not see each other all that much, you knew they were there a few minutes from a smile and/or a beer. I was surprised at the feelings I experienced leaving the 1’s and zeros of that place. I know now why that is and its taken me this long to try and come up with the way to say it.
WARNING THE FOLLOWING MAY NEED A TRANSLATION DEVICE OR A DESIGNER DRUG TO UNDERSTAND
IT IS REAL. Yes that is the reason… it (SL) is REAL my amigos,.. The islands, the falling coconuts, the shopping even the damned cat. They are all real and many of us don’t really get it. Sure we are on the bleeding edge of it all and spend half our time explaining the great social experiment as being more than a de-weaponized Mario Kart. So here is the thing, we think of ourselves as open minded but still in the back of our minds try and play it off when things don’t go according to plan “Well I will just shut it down after all its only a game”. That’s not true (Sorry Radar here is where we are not on the same page, yet). Its like this… When you call a friend and spend hours talking about how you thought you defrosted the turkey last Thanksgiving and that’s why y’all ended up eating pizza and wings or how you think the new person you just met is the one (and the friend says this makes 5 this year alone). If you talk to someone about this its immediately understood. Now try and move that conversation back four hundred years… WITCH!
As you are burning you would surly think… “Damn I can’t even plurk this”
And that’s when it hit me… not as I was being burned for heresy, but as I was having a bad day and not knowing the reason. SecondLife is real life just far ahead of most of our time. The relationships are real, so the sadness, tears, laughter and ??? are just as real.
As we floated out of the harbour that last day I started to feel this and had no idea where we were really going to end up… but I heard Nika laugh at some silly thing I did and knew right there… I was taking “home” with me.
I have been going over and over the decision to travel the SL map with Nika Dreamscape.
Here is the thing… She is very sad about leaving the only home she has had here in SL. The reasons are bad economy = no money for play and my pride. I feel I should have really tried harder to keep her happy and not get all caught up in the whole “I need to pay my own way” attitude and my (now seems like a) silly little dream of this journey. I am happy she is coming with me and I know we will have a great time. We will share an abundance of memories on this emotion filled roller coaster ride, but I feel horrible knowing how sad she is now.
She will say “its OK I really want to do this” but that’s because she is the sweetest girl on the grid.
The thing is I am taking her from the lap of luxury to sleeping in garbage cans. She already misses her friends and home so bad it is affecting her when she is offline. So needless to say I feel like one uncool SL resident (make that vageraunt).
This was one of the first places (Bodega and Noyo rezzing area) I fell in love with in Second Life. I know its hard to comprehend falling in love with someone’s etch a sketch but it happens. I started a travel agency in those early days because it was what I loved doing the best… and I had a few people sign up as members (they did not know any better). I got away from the business side of SL , I could not commit to coming in and focusing my efforts on building/scripting or hooking (yikes.. did I say that out loud?). I can’t tell you who I dragged out there with me (Madison Carnot was one of my first victims). I was telling everyone how I was gonna “change SL” to be the best thing since sliced prim. I remember that great feeling from rezzing the cheapie motor bikes to riding the open roads of Linden’ness… I really could feel the air screaming past my head as we all crashed on that very first turn. But after about half an hour of hunting everyone down… we did it again and made it all the way from Noya to Bodega; Not and easy feat! I have since graduated from the bikes to parachutes and helicopters to hobo gear. I am a little more calm now and can be found most of the time adjusting my lobster wear than crashing off of free roads.
The one constant was roaming… and meeting new people. I loved it then and I love it more now. I have spent a lot of time in here as the title of this post indicates, I will make it to a billion before long (Keeme is bad at math and if its not possible please don’t say anything… let him dream).
So here is a toast to all of you I have spent time with or will spend time with going forward *CLINKS GLASS*
I can’t wait to get started all over again (this time I know what I am doing). “Now where did I put that map?”
First let me say, Nika, Fricken and I will be heading out from Nowhereville in about a week (See Nika for details on the top secret party). I wanted to extend my gratitude and love to all the residents there and a huge thank you to Crap Mariner for being a great Land Tyrant… “dude, not even one ounce of cruelty and unjustness man… I gotta say… you made me actually like you all over again (sorry no Christmas olive loaf this year)”.
Now that the candy ass moment is over… I want to tell y’all where I ended up today. Wait that’s gonna take too long so let me sum up. Stuart Warf and Nika were plotting this I am sure. After SW kills me so bad with his evil empire powers that it takes me an hour to log back into the grid. They TP me to some Stargate and tell me “lets go visit a Star Wars Sim” I agree. I love to screw with the Star Wars crowd by wearing my Star Trek digs… So we go and I end up in some huge tracks of land… Nice but alone. Then I see the dots and hear laughing from my amigos hiding nearby. I look up and we are in a Gorean role playing Sim Bun Shik. I ain’t no prude so I look at my motley crew and bark out commands! “Number one, take the helm. Wesley engage”. We take a shuttle to the strangest castle with mummified avatars standing perfectly still outside. I try talking to them but its no use. We go inside (Nika by now has transformed into some hideous robotic creature Stuart equally as hideous but he did not change). We went in and tried out some of the machinery.
Not in a sexy sexy way… just to see if it worked (it worked).
That is when it hit me (and Wesley Warf told me)… WE WERE GRIEFING! I felt ashamed and talked my crew into leaving. I am not into the Gorean scene but it intrigues me as I am sure it does everyone. Maybe not in a “I want it bad master, humiliate me now” but in a “I wonder how [fill in the blanks -LITERALLY]” sort of way. If you are from here and we offended you, I apologize. If you are into this scene maybe you can shed some light on what you get out of it (not the graphic “mmm we like to have spoons shoved into our ears cause it tickles our shoe shopping abilities”).. or not.
We managed to take some pics and I would love to come back, maybe get into character if its allowed… to see what goes on and maybe have a better grasp on the subject next time someone starts bashing it. I could speak up and defend the cause or silently scoff at them.
I wish Fricken could have come with… there was the cutest table with chains on it… and you know how he loves to STRETCH!
EDITED “Stuart kept going on about ‘freeing the slaves’”
Visited a Sim called Tobacco Road with my lovely partner Nika D. and its a wedding themed island. We walked around a bit (I found a lonely sad chair… made me think of some poor sap making it late to stop the wedding of his lovely and we… SCREW THAT DUDE... next time set yer watch schmuck).
We had a nice time after this and managed to hike up a hill and view the island from the top. It is a basic no thrills place with a few wedding props (outdoor setting with benches for his and her fam and a whatchamacallit thingie the idiots stand under when that preacher dude tells them she gets half at the divorce party). Its not a really fun place but I will be back to see how it looks after a few weeks.
So I failed to tell y’all the why’s and whats for this here Blog. I am traveling across the SL Metaverse and submitting evidence via this venue. I have a partner (literally in) crime, say hello Nika. We also have Fricken the cat tagging along with us on our journey of Hobo’ness. I will be placing maps of where were are as well as where we have been and going.In this land I was driving on the newly created Linden roads and having the time of my life. Nika by my side Fricken at the vets… thats when it happened BAM I hit a guy and stopped to offer assistance.
Nika was so lost in laughing her ass off that she failed to tell me the guy was in FRONT of the car not behind us and waiting to “Deal some justice“. We made a getaway and ditched the Mercedes. Now we can be seen traveling bike Hobo bike and Hobo raft on the same Hobo Channel.
Then I go back today to assess the damage and get hit by the General Lee (yes I believe it was a Weezle)… so I hop in like any run over cat would (sorry Fricken I now feel your pain) and end up under a bridge.
Today was a particularly long and draining day, both emotionally and physically. This was to be our final day at our home in Nowhereville, with the big send off/going away party this evening. Keeme wrote an extremely sweet and thoughtful post on his blog the other day, and I just want to stress that although yes I am sorry that we’re leaving, I really AM happy and excited about this adventure. I feel honored and happy that Keeme is allowing me to come along with him, since this is his blog project. And I want to point out (to put his own mind at ease, if anything) that we aren’t leaving just because we have to. We have had countless offers from our friends of places to stay. I’m so humbled and touched to say that we have such wonderful friends! But no, we’re leaving because we want to do this. And it probably won’t be forever, I imagine someday down the road, we may be able to settle somewhere again, and yet still go traveling and exploring so Keeme can write about it on his blog.
That being said, it is still sad to leave our home. This morning when I logged on, I spent some time at the house, watching the sun rise as I had my morning coffee. Since we were going to have the party this evening, I really wanted to try and fix up the area next to the house like a hobo camp, and have plenty of places to sit and cool things like pup tents, junkwagons, milk crates to sit on, firepits, etc. Unfortunately, I somehow managed to catch a terrible cold the other day thats been kicking my ass. So I never quite managed to get the area set up. Keeme logged in a couple of hours early, which ended up working out for the best. We used that time to have for ourselves.. dancing a final time in the piano room.. Sometimes talking. Sometimes, just quietly sharing the view and the moments together.
When the time did come for the party to start, I was very pleasantly surprised by how many people showed up! I want to thank each and every one of you who showed up! We had a lot of fun, and it was great to get to spend time with everyone at the house. Keeme was the DJ for the night, which I always love.
Things begin to wind down fairly early, as it started to get late on the East coast. That ended up working out for the best, because it really gave Keeme and I some extra time at the end of the night to pack up the house, and take things down. Yes, it was very sad for both of us. I stayed on chat, because I was sad. But Keeme was on voice the whole time, and despite the circumstances, still made me laugh constantly even as we took down the house. What made this extra special was.. rather than just walking through and deleting/taking everything in a few minutes, it ended up taking us close to two hours. We spent some time in the hammock in our back yard, just relaxing. Then we finally went inside. Starting upstairs, and going through each room one at a time, we took our time in removing everything. A single painting, candle or rug at a time.. always leaving our favorite pieces for last. Its funny how sentimental a certain room or even piece of furniture can be. But some things were harder to take back to inventory than others.
The piano room was my favorite room. It was the largest in the house, and one that we spent a lot of time decorating together, and collaborating on ideas. It was one of the best gathering spots in the house for its extra space, and the beautiful view of Edloe and Nowhereville.
We saved the living room for the very last. Keeme is right- out of the whole house, this room felt the most like ‘home’. Its where we spent the most time, and it just seemed to ‘click’ with both of us. We took extra long to take this room down.. with the couch being the last piece to go, after we sat and talked for quite awhile.
After the house was completely cleared, we went into the backyard and lay down in the hammock again. From there, we took turns deleting sections of the house. Piece by piece. His turn, then mine. Then his again. Until eventually, there was nothing left.
After it was all gone, we took down the hammock and remaining plants. Stood there and looked at the land for a couple of minutes. Then we launched our raft and sailed the canal between Nowhereville/Los Arboles and Edloe/Woodbridge. Thats where our journey offically began.
Once we reached the end of the sim, we hopped over to the very beginning of Route 7, which is our starting point for the trek across Second Life. We explored for a little while, side by side on our bikes, with Fricken in the basket. This made our night end on a really fun and positive note. New beginnings can be a lot of fun, and we’re ready to see all the things that are out there waiting to be discovered. From now on, wherever we end up is home, until the next day when we start to travel again.
As we’ve said, you’ll still see plenty of us. Be it at open mics, podcaster or plurk parties.. Woodbridge is still our favorite spot for fishing! And you can follow Keeme’s blog to read about the places we explore: http://simcrossing.wordpress.com/
See you on the road!
Take an open road I’ve come to see you again Was time to leave it all behind us
Travelin’ across the sky Chasin’ one more endless night To another place in time where we all meet…
Well, the time for Keeme and I to pack up our gear and hit the road is nearly here. This will be our final weekend in Nowhereville, and I’m getting homesick already!
We thought we’d have a party as a chance to say ‘so long’ to the islands. (Even though you will still see us around for events or just to visit with people.) The party will have a ‘hobo theme’, although you don’t have to dress the part to attend, just come and say hi and we’ll be happy. Monday, Sept. 29th. Keeme will be the DJ, and the party will start at 5pm SLT and go until 8pm or whenever people get tired of hanging out.
This is a general invite to anyone who would ike to stop by. We hope to see you all there!