As I sit here on the bus with my brollie and long sleeves I’m reminded summer is nearly over.
I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet. I still have a whole lot of sunshine to absorb and blue skies to take in.
Winter in England although is beautiful at times is also quite depressing. The dark mornings and the dark nights mean you never really see the daylight until the half hour lunch break in the working day.
But that aside, it’s a great reason to go buy new clothes don’t you think?
In SL however you can have any season you want. So today, it’s a balmy summer for me in this gorgeous dress. Just don’t look out the window as the illusion suddenly shatters…….,.
Sunglasses are a free gift I found along my travels but because SL did not let me look at my inventory last night as it was soooooooo bad. I cant tell you till it fixes itself again. But suffice to say they are I believe called Top Gun.
I’m finding my travels in SL are increasingly becoming more solitary.
Last night I had this gorgeous dress and decided I’d take my pixelated self out on the town. The only issue was that most places were either desolate with people or so busy there was little point as lag and I are not good friends.
I visited a jazz venue, which I will return to in the hope of seeing people there as it was done really well and I do like a bit of jazz.
In the midst of my travelling I decided I’d go to a library and read a book instead.
That was fine until I looked over my shoulder and a couple were naked going at it like rabbits stuck on high speed.
Actually it was pretty entertaining as some essential requirements for any love life appeared to be missing from the dude. I’m wondering if the woman got anything from that experience.
Personally I found it a hilarious sight to behold and stayed peeking over my book and wondering how the scene would pan out.
I decided my book in the end was far more interesting.
“I said no. I don’t want to excercise, don’t make me! ”
I just woke up having had one of those action dreams whereby you know the physical things you were doing in your dream really happened because you wake up with a jolt doing them in your bed.
I know this as a fact as I was dreaming I had a fitness trainer who was making me do all sorts of crazy things they call excercise to apparently get fit. Unbelievable I know! But forced I was. No respectable human should have to get all sweaty and out of breath doing this excercise malarkey. I don’t wish to sweat. Surely looking this good shouldn’t mean I encumber sweat and breathlessness? I should just wake up each day looking and being fit.
A good reason I guess is that I get to show off my new tattoos from Tattoo Mania.
The song track to this video is called The Phoenix. I produced it in 2015 and actually the making of it was for SL.
At the time Exodus Rock club had closed and suddenly my Saturday nights were no longer spent at the themed events and just enjoying filming and listening to the banter amongst folk. ( folk makes me sound old, but it’s my favourite word at the moment for people).
I really loved those Saturday nights and when you go back on the history of my SL you tube channel, Exodus features throughout.
When I joined SL in 2010 as my original avatar, it was Exodus I ended up calling my “local”.
Back then I was a noob with the statutory big boobs and bling earrings and certainly no pixel class. Slowly I learnt about good taste, less is more and about men with bad chat up lines and how to avoid them.
I developed the art of click and sit to animate, and how to build a box, colour it and make it look like a vase. A talent I soon realised wasn’t a talent but actually quite the basic skill you should have.
I’ve come a long way in my journey and been a number of avatars over the years. I’ve never hidden my alts and everyone knows they were always part of my cast when I created a new video.
I’ve had some truly bad experiences which have taught me to be less naive with people and some also fantastic experiences and people who have become my good friends.
Anyone living South East UK right now know what I’m meaning by the term Indian Summer.
We are sizzling this week and would usually by now be wearing jackets and preparing our winter wardrobes. In fact they reckon it’s the hottest September days for the last 100 years here. Now I’m not sure if that’s true or not because umm I haven’t lived 100 hundred years. But what the heck I’ll take the tabloids word for it this time.
Can’t say that I can even contemplate wool and tweed right now as I sit here in this bus perspiring like a sumo wrestler wrapped in cling film sitting in a sauna!
With all this moisture loss one would expect to have lost a few pounds and become svelte this past week. I’m disappointed to note this is not the case and I’m just the same as I was last Thursday. Dog dang it!
Alien Gizmo’s little summer Paige dress is what my real life needs right now. But still my virtual gal remains cool and enjoying the summer lazy days on the beach.