There's something I really enjoy about going to sleep and waking up in SL (logging off/on to some, but I don't think of it that way) and finding myself caught in what is just a superappropriate bubble of the universe. This usually takes the form of some of my good friends or a pleasant acquaintance just happening to be near my "spawnpoint", and greeting me before I can get ahold of my digitized senses. The other day, I went to sleep in the Free Bazaar in Stillman, which is just what it sounds like — Stillman (148, 83)?and I was greeted by Gleeb Gupte upon awakening! We were both very happy to chat! Note the appropriate sign I'm sitting on. It's true, it's true.

Things pour out, like a fountain. While that could be a metaphor, in this case it was very literal. Shortly after awakening and having liquid breakfast (watermelon juice nummy), I found myself with Local Lighting ON, which lagged me but ohsogood… and I went to the sandboxes. It was there in Cordova I found a faucet dangling from the sky and giving "cold showers" which defied the physical. By an avatar I will simply refer to as "GREAT ARTIST", due to an interesting quirk in SL, local lighting made the water particles bend to my will. I was overjoyed when this and this happened. But not this.

Oh BTW I almost didn't mention that earlier in the day, I did some snowboarding along new trails. If you want a free snowboard just IM me (Torley Torgeson)?inworld, okeydokey? And remember, when the moon comes out, it can be a great opportunity emulate your fave live-action anime flick.

So where was I now? Ohyes. Visiting with Hikaru Yamamoto, who was inspired by the Cube movies (only the first one I saw) to come up with a giant construct of blank white and rusty metal textures, with a piece of cheese hidden within. Prize: L$1000.?I dunno if anyone ever found it, but sadly the whole works took up more than a few thousand prims and she had to evacuate it from the sandbox. It is a cool idea, though, and I'm hoping this will carry on into something bigger (but not as primmy!). I've already referred to Hika the name of another one who is likeminded, the dapper Oz Spade… maybe they will collaborate. Why must I think out loud. Interna ocula.

I've been settling back in to my oldnew digs, my home is at Midnight City (233, 177) and I have nice neighbors — Midnight City Escort Services, of which Lady Barnesworth seems to be either a madam, an escort, a client (or all three?). After a short nap I awoke to find condoms and a used syringe on my pillow, which I suppose is better than a mint. Well, if it was a minty condom, that might be doubly better.

Plywood boxes are a mainstay of SL like fire is a mainstay of fireplaces. I've joined a group; well they're not really a group, they're — we're a ragtag band of explorers testing out new Wet Ikon technology.?We're called PLYWOOD BOX CREW. *breathes* See, Francis Chung put the code to all that, very esoteric and highly-advanced I'm sure — PROTECT THE CUBE AT ALL COSTS!!!123 — 'cuz Roam (like I described here)?may not just be an attachment, but for vehicles too, and for those you will have to sit on/in them. Problems are established once you hit a few sim crossings and think you're going to die because your av suddenly gets scuttled off and headed towards a watery death below, but then you reemerge a few momentos (like Mentos) later to find yourself seated again and zipping along. If you've ever ridden a vehicle in SL, then you know what that's like!

Fundamentally, Fran & Rathe want to create a basis for vehicles in SL to travel velociously. Without you falling off.

ANYHOO… in extended testing, we headed to a loquacious # of locos around the gridverse, and found ourselves heading to the Welcome Area to pick up a few more. Crew complement was healthy, crazy fun, but there was a lot of relogging and debugging to be done. Hopefully future SLs will allow for nicer simcrossings, as it stands it's really disconcerting and being jolted by the seat of your finely-textured (I hope!) pants… eeeeeE.

Lucah Solvang is having a really tuff time right now in life 'cuz of her father. *huggerz Lucah* I can relate because my Dad was in a similar state before he passed.?I hope Lucah will be well, as her art has never failed to bring a smile to my face. When I see these pigeons she made, I think of the Evil Nine song, "Crooked",?that has the lyrics about pigeons.?And that unto itself is really, really wonderful. These pigeons will actually be part of a game for the GameDev comp called "The Board" and you can see a wider shottie here and more of Lucah's art here. Follow the Snapzilla links, they're so handy. Thankyouthankyou Ano!

I'd like to give a big, gleeful shoutout to Alexis Ingersoll — my adventures of the previous day concluded with us checking out the pony. Something was brokers so the chevatar was not only bipedal, but failed to be ridden. But that's hey-okay, because lil' Pony Linden is rideable again. On the right is my waking shot from today, so you can see what I am on about starting from the beginning… going to the end… and towards a nu beginning.

Kinda like bouncing from one dream to another.