The Sweet sLife … ;=) (and I’m moving, again.)

Remembering Intemptesta Nox and Sanctum Sanctorum, my way.

Oh! This is my last post here. I am moving for the last time to my final resting space… *laughs* I’ve had the domain for awhile (obvious, eh?) Anyway, it’s about time I started using it since I pay for it, you know? I haven’t decided yet whether or not I’ll move all this other stuff over. I am kind of thinking, not … as maybe this is a good way to kind of leave all the stuff here in the past and start fresh. I’m really busy iFL right now so really not inworld so much at the moment. Still so much I want to do … Hopefully, I’ll get my links and categories done tomorrow … a work in progress!

In the meanwhile, I hope you like my little show … ;=)

I am here now: Arteer

I AM TREE

Missing my sim.

Just thinking this morning, after chatting with Venk, how I’m really, seriously, without a doubt missing having a place of my own. I don’t know, but my second life is just not the same without a “place.” I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m just a “nester,” or something, but not having a “nest” to set up and leave out all my stuff really removes much of the desire to be inworld for me.

I love working at Fatima’s, but I hesitate to take stuff out because I don’t want to use very many prims, since she has been so generous about giving me so many for the AHA! exhibits. I don’t again want the risk of a Homestead, yet it’s affordable. I am not going back to the Mainland. And, I haven’t been enamored with any private rental spaces I’ve seen so far. I can’t afford the upfront cost of a full sim right now. I wish I could find someone who wanted to give one to me. Are there such people? I would take good care of it. I really would.

Note to self: Keep on thinking…mmmhmm. ;=)

Sideshow “Bob-teer.” A “compliment,” I think.

In my first life adventuring today I stopped at a gas station near where I live to pick up a pack of cinnamon gum (always cinnamon); a station I had never been to before. The perky clerk (late 30’s, I’d guess), looked up and in her most droll voice said, “Oh my god, you look like Sideshow Bob in glasses.”

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By golly, I think she’s right! I dooooooooo! I did take the liberty of altering “Bob” to be a wee more “me” … but you get the picature … ;=)

Needless to say I will now only get my gum from a place that recognizes these special kinds of things. Classic cartoonish “beauty?” You think? I’ll take it. *grin*

*breathes* …Ahhhhhhh, a workshop.

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming–a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939

As temporary as it is, I’m calling it “home.” (YAY!)

;=)

Life in a sandbox.

I was determined that today was going to be the day to try out a sandbox to build. I have been itching to get re-started on a project I had been working on before the sim fiasco and I dragged my feet all morning just psyching up to get inworld and get going on it. I wasn’t quite sure I was “ready” to return yet. Also, I recalled awhile back how an old friend warned me I likely wouldn’t fare well sandboxing. I kind of scoffed him at the time. I should be punished for that. *grin* Now, I understand completely what he meant.

Well, my first day at a sandbox did not go too well. *laughs* I was at IBM 6 long enough to rez two prims for the new AHA! (Art History Alive!) exhibition … and was promptly interrupted by a, I guess, horny man-kid. I had to save the convo because I knew it would be a good remembrance of this momentous occasion: my first day back, and my first (and likely, last) day at a sandbox.

His name was changed to protect his not-so-innocent self. ;=)

[16:16] MystiTool HUD 1.3.1: Entering chat range: Butthead Interruptus (18m)
[16:16] Butthead Interruptus: o
[16:17] Butthead Interruptus: oiva
[16:17] Arteer Oliva: Hello
[16:17] Butthead Interruptus: oliva
[16:17] Butthead Interruptus: Im fine
[16:18] Butthead Interruptus: what are doing now
[16:18] Arteer Oliva: well, trying to building an art history exhibit here
[16:18] Butthead Interruptus: with on bed
[16:18] Arteer Oliva: huh?
[16:19] Butthead Interruptus: shall we dance
[16:19] Arteer Oliva: nah … busy
[16:19] Butthead Interruptus: why
[16:20] Butthead Interruptus: you re hair so beatyfull
[16:21] Butthead Interruptus: tuch hair

Here is where he began bumping, or was that “humping” me …lololol! Dear lawddddddddddd!

[16:21] Arteer Oliva: no … no touch! go ‘way plz
[16:21] Arteer Oliva: I need to work on stuff now
[16:23] Butthead Interruptus: afk

[16:23] Butthead Interruptus: me get lost!

[16:23] Arteer Oliva: ok

[16:26] Butthead Interruptus: whith me trip around the wold

Here is where I gather my two prims and make my quick exit.

[16:26] Teleport completed from http://slurl.com/secondlife/IBM%206/96/121/23

I *did* last 10 minutes until Fatima rescue-TP’d me and gave me a place to build in the sky at Desire AND will host AHA! on her Wonderland sim. So, all in all, I guess that was a pretty worthwhile ten minutes… I screamed for help, and she was there to hear it. Man … very interesting first day back. I guess the lesson here is, don’t take anything too seriously, but avoid it if at all possible.

Someday I’ll tell you a story about how I met Fatima. It’s really kind of cool how relationships go full circle. ;=)

Blessin’s

As I contemplate my future second life as a *gypsy* (nice one, Doctor H!), I can only smile imagining the journey ahead. And I thought *I* had a positive attitude. Some days, even in his most stressed out world of screaming babies and sickly peoples, Doc has me beat. There is nothing like knowing and connecting with amazing people in this world, and the other. Thanks for pulling the blessings down. All is well and getting well’r thanks to you dearest partner, and friend. Have a great trip! Should be about ready for a lil’ rock and roll when you return. ;=)

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed. ~ Carl Jung