The Wrath of St. Nix

I had to post something silly after that last post.
This is Mr. Nix as a giant St. Nicholas coming upon Cape Wrath for Purim. I'm not sure how the Jewish Holiday came into it, but he assured me it was relevant.

Merlot ponders

That in my last three posts I've mention not having found the right man yet. That's so pathetic. Actually, I was talking about this with a gentleman the other day and we both thing that the "partner" button is one of the worst buttons in SL. Of course, I can say that, but if he said it, people would just think he is... I believe the word they use on the mainland is... "player." (Although when I consider it, he probably is. *grins*)

I think the reason that it's been on my mind lately is because there really is more of a feeling of family in Caledon than elsewhere... and so I feel like I'm searching for a family to join, or create. This probably ties into my real life a lot as well, because of the adoption thing. We've been a year and a half into the process since we started now, and had two calls that didn't go through... so that reaching out and trying to create a family has started to bleed through into both lives. And I did warn that this journal would do the same thing.

So I guess that leaves me at a crossroads now. In my first life, I am in a perpetual limbo (which is ironic, because isn't that traditionally the place where all the babies are supposed to be?) It's the reason why I spend so much time on second life, actually. I work on my house, do the nesting thing, and await the call.

In second life, should I be searching for people to call my family, or should I be cool aloof singular woman with many distant acquaintances, who bops from place to place and works a bit here and there on little projects... which is basically what I am now. Or should I be looking for something different?

Heh, I didn't mean for this to be heavy.

Relay for Life Activities

This weekend I finally get to see the pictures I did with Miss Becky Book for her Erotic Women of Caledon Show. It's Saturday, and there are signs posted at just about every Caledon hub, and in my Club on the mainland-- so if you want to see me in my bloomers, this is your chance.

I'm also going to be helping Miss June Woz (I will never spell the rest of her name right without checking, alas) with her seedy Argentine tango night. And if there is one thing that I'm good at... it's inappropriate sexual innuendo. Or appropriate sexual innuendo, as the case may be.

That, and I absolutely love Evita, the Moulin Rouge (the movie, not the SL Island, I have entirely *other* feelings about *that* Moulin Rouge!) and the whole idea of the sexually and socially liberated women in an otherwise constrained society. *Snerks*
Maybe I just fancy myself that way because I haven't found the right man yet.

In the meantime, I took some pictures of June and myself planning her event. Prepare for the hot woman on woman tango action:


I call this one "Divas"



And this one looks like June is trying to Karate kick me, or something:

The Caledon Astrotrorium grand opening party

Last night was the grand opening of the Astrotrorium. It was a lovely affair, and I met the proprietor, one Mr. Kenny Hubble and we danced for quite some time. I joked that-- like any good Planetarium-- he needs to prepare monthly laser light shows with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon.
This picture of Serra-- the Winterfell Seneshcal, and JJ Drinkwater (in his stellar avatar,) is my favorite of the evening:


Mr Hassanov and I are not paying any attention to each other:

Oh, and I'm going to add friends now...

I'm going to link up to some more blogs. Maybe that will get me inspired to write more. Maybe not.
Miss Merlot waves to all the blogs she's linking to!

Okay, so much for this blogging thing....

I've recently returned from a Seaside Cure in a RL place outside of San Diego, and while I was there my health *did* improve dramatically. When I am in the seasalt air, my sinuses clear, my migraines disappear, and I am always much more alert. I believe this has something to do with the fact that mold is not able to grow in those kinds of places like it does here in the Northeast.

There is no mold in Caledon, fortunately.

This Monday past I hosted my first social event in Caledon. A semi- surprise party for my dear friend Iason Hassanov. He is a metalman who was turning 310 and doesn't look a day over 250, if you ask me. We had dancing on top of the greenhouse, cake, philosophical champagne, and balloons. There were many more women there than men, which speaks volumes about Mr. Hassanov. He is quite popular with the ladies, I believe.

I've recently returned from a Seaside Cure in a RL place outside of San Diego, and while I was there my health *did* improve dramatically. When I am in the seasalt air, my sinuses clear, my migraines disappear, and I am always much more alert. I believe this has something to do with the fact that mold is not able to grow in those kinds of places like it does here in the Northeast.

There is no mold in Caledon, fortunately.

This Monday past I hosted my first social event in Caledon. A semi- surprise party for my dear friend Iason Hassanov. He is a metalman who was turning 310 and doesn't look a day over 250, if you ask me. We had dancing on top of the greenhouse, cake, philosophical champagne, and balloons. There were many more women there than men, which speaks volumes about Mr. Hassanov. He is quite popular with the ladies, I believe.