Friday, December 28, 2007
Per a recent food confab in Steelhead (you know who you are), here is the gingerbread recipe I was talking about. It was served at the wedding featured in the previous post. You can probably conquer the world with it. You can conquer ME, anyway.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Here, in full song, we have (from left to right) the Groom, the Bride, Mrs. Master Payne, Tora, Master William, and Tora's friend who's name I've forgotten. Oh, and an 18th c gentleman and a Tudor lady who shall remain unnamed.
Here is Mr. Peterman flirting with Madame Sinead, who is wearing a lovely robin's egg blue Edwardian dinner gown. I hope somebody else snapped a photo of her actually standing up in it. I was too busy lusting after Tora's gold saque-back baroque number (see below).
No evening's entertainments would be complete without the larger-than-life legerdemain of Master Payne! Here he is in the midst of a "card trick" that is far too complicated for me to explain. It involves a deck of cards (natch), three victim...er, volunteers, a sword, and dramatic demonstrations of demise at the dénouement.
As mentioned above, here is Tora in her gold watteau gown. Can't for the life of me remember the name of Capt. Whatsisname, there. Update later, perhaps. At any rate, she looks much improved since last I saw her!
This was a soiree that would make any Caledonian proud. In this last photo you can see that there was much dancing, a variety of costume, and people in kilts/plaids. Is that not as Caledonian as it comes, I ask you?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Here I am having a go at Ms. Elegia Underwood, who stylishly sports a costume from the Terry Lighfoot collection ("To a T", I believe is the name of her line). It's always a close run thing when I spar with her! She's a wily opponent.
Pining for a partner on another day, Sir Sin Trenton offered his services. This gentleman also proved a worthy opponent, and we dueled with matched Galvanic Sword Sticks from Ordinal Malaprop's amazing weapons collections.
I must say I'm amazed at my progress, and as of last night I was actually close behind Col. Somme in the local standings! I consider that quite a feat, considering his renown with the blade.
Now, this isn't to say that I am utterly consumed with martial pursuits. Heaven forfend! Radio Riel has been broadcasting chapters from "A Christmas Carol", and I've tried to be present at the listening parties at the RR office in Penzance. At the end of the chapter featuring a visit to Mr. Fezziwig's party, where the "Roger De Coverly" reel was mentioned, Duchess Gabi kindly obliged us by playing said reel. Since we have yet to come up with appropriate "reel" animations, we made do with jigging, instead.
Ms. E. Laval and I kick up our heels to the sounds of the "Brassworks" brass band.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Here's the rules:
1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
(4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog
Since it's so late in the game, I don't know how I'm going to find anybody in our circle in SL who hasn't already been tagged, but I'll make a feeble attempt at the end of this post.
1) My avatar is as close to resembling the "real" me as I can get it. While I'm not runway model material, I'm fairly content with my corporeal self (and will be even more so after shaving off a few more pounds). Some day I'm going to try a photo "skin" to see if I can make a better clone. I'm not worried about stalkers or predators. I'm an adult and I don't have anything to hide. Plus, want to try and find me and threaten me somehow? Bring it on! We shoot first around here. I don't "role play" in SL, either. What you see/hear is what you get. Yes, I really do use a lot of archaisms and colorful English in my everyday speech, and I eschew netspeak and other slang, unless in deliberate jest.
2) Part of the reason for my speech habits is years of historical re-enacting, from Medieval to 19th century to WW2. It doesn't hurt that my husband is a history nut, too (M.A. Western History), and pretty much dwells in the 16th c on a daily basis. Not surprisingly, like Virrginia, I also have 16th century clothes...and 14th, and 18th, and 19th, etc. I have a B.A. in Drama from the University of Washington, where I mostly did costume design. I did a lot of theater work before moving to Japan in '89. After that I ended up in California and was sucked into Civil War re-enacting, 1880s re-enacting (lots of train robbing and playing piano in saloons, see tintype above L), WW2 reenacting (war correspondant to Mr. Peterman's Brit. AB Recce), and other things. I'm using my wardrobe collection these days for modeling photoshoots and other projects, like working at the local Renaissance Festival (we have a horse show).
3) Another reason could be that, like Virrg., we don't watch the boob toob, except to put in a DVD once in awhile. When "Firefly" was canceled by the short-sighted Fox network, we canceled our satellite subscription and never looked back. We get our news from the radio and the 'net, and most of our entertainment is from our various friends and animals. Art Linkletter endorsed this concept, and I agree, "people (and animals) are funny" enough.
4) My aversion to TV aside, I DO love movies! Good ones, that is. Love watching them, love making them. I've worked on everything from blockbusters like "The Patriot" to little independent projects that may never see the light of day. Did I say good movies? OK, I'll watch a bad one, but only if it's been given the MST3k treatment. I am a slavish fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000, despite that the show was canceled in '96 (?) after a ten year run on various networks. I have a collection of VHS tapes, commercial tapes and DVDs, and now enjoy the Brains' work on the new Rifftrax.com site.
5) I'm a crazy cat (and chicken) lady. Cats are all fixed. Three of each gender, all just wandered, some literally, into my life. Six cats and 11 chickens (10 hens + 1 rooster). I shoot coyotes and any canine who enters my domain with murderous intent. Granted, I miss, but it's the thought that counts. Mr. Peterman does not miss, btw.
6) I'm an Oriental Dancer (that's "belly dancer" to most of you). Traditional (see tintype R) and nightclub. Kind of a diletante, but I've studied with some good teachers and take the occasional pro gig.
7) Mr. P and I have horses. Well, he has the horses and I help. When we met, he was working fairly consistantly as a background coordinator for cavalry background artists for big movies. Thanks to runaway production (expensive films going out of country), that dried up. A friend of ours dragged him into jousting, which sat well with his enthusiasm for 16th c cavalry.
8) I and Mr. Peterman are Christians. Mr. P only since a few years ago, and myself since childhood. I was raised Lutheran, but drifted into the Orthodox community while living in CA because I was looking for something more traditional and closer to early Christianity. Taking it to a further extreme, we now meet with other like-minded folks in somebody's house for a weekly study with no liturgy or trappings of any kind. That's about as "early" and "basic" as it gets! We still try to attend a local Anglican church when we can (Mr. P likes the hymns, as do I). I don't have a problem "hanging with" the many people of various spiritual leanings and disciplines in my "real" life or SL. Why should I? It's not my job to pick on anybody or take offense at something with which I disagree. Jesus socialized with everybody, why shouldn't I? He didn't just "hang with" Christians...but that's probably because, um, there weren't any yet.
(So far I have yet to find a single person of my acquaintance who's not already been tagged, so I'm dropping any pretense of trying at this point.)
Friday, December 7, 2007
On the social side of things, I probably, as I pointed out to friend TotalLunar Eclipse the other night, would not have lasted very long in SL had I not stumbled upon Caledon, Steelhead, and other like-minded 19th century oriented sims (Babbage, Wyre, and now Winterfell). As it is, I recently passed my one year mark. Like many “noobs”, I spent my first weeks in SL just learning to walk, communicate, and finding a signature “look” for myself. Unlike, apparently, most of the main population, I actually strove to mold my avatar to be as accurate a simulacrum of myself as possible. Somehow I found a skin that didn’t make me look like Jennifer Lopez or Angelina Jolie. Honestly, what IS the deal with most of the female skins for sale having giant lips? I’m have no exotic non-Caucasian blood coursing through my veins. I’m a regular Heinz 57 northern European type with average kissing equipment. I do not want to look like I just had a collagen injection. But I digress. Brown hair in braids, some brown cargo pants, hiking boots, and a comfy flannel shirt, and a pair of glasses completed my transformation. Me on any given day.
The friends who showed me SL in the first place had warned me about all of the casual “adult” activities going on everywhere, so I steered clear of that nonsense. I was also warned about the similarity to any given public chat room, as far as the social demographic goes. Yes, I encountered a lot of very young (seemingly) people who’s spelling skills were negligible and manners almost non-existent. As in real life, I’m capable of walking away from or otherwise dismissing this kind of behavior. Griefers were encountered occasionally. I learned how to snap a photo, get ID information on the perps, and file a report. I didn’t feel it necessary to “get revenge” or “fight back”. Frankly, I just think it’s better if this type of person is booted from the system until they grow up.
As indicated above in my search for a personally expressive “look” for my avatar, there is a lot of posing going on in Second Life. I’m not exactly against it, especially if one is truly trying to remain anonymous. However, there definitely seems to be a default setting for the average participant outside of the pre-20th century themed areas. I was telling my husband this morning about my recent activities in world, and how much fun I had “visiting” with like-minded folks who, like my real world friends, enjoy going for the best and “coolest” historical clothing and equipment they can cobble together. This is in contrast to the “outer world” of SL, where one is surrounded by six foot plus Barbie Dolls in tube tops with their butt cheeks hanging out of their shorts (or skirts!) and stiletto heels, and seven foot guys with tiny heads and 62 inch chests. “Ah, just like real life!”, said Mr. Peterman. Well, in real life most of the guys seem to have 62 inch guts instead, but, yeah. Almost inevitably, the folks I met in the “outer darkness” who didn’t fit that description were the best conversationalists. This is not an absolute rule, but it’s what I found in my first months. Frankly, after spending some time bumming around, playing Tringo, attending a few Bible studies (largely lightweight and unsatisfying), and exploring mostly disappointing attempts at themed simulations, I can’t imagine not wanting to remain anonymous in the greater world of Second Life. It’s really just a giant, three-dimensional public chat room populated with the usual assortment of juveniles, illiterates, and predators.
Haven of Gentility...more or less
And then there’s
One of my real world avocations is “Oriental Dancer” (that’s “belly dance” to most of you). Before I learned that the whole “Gor” thing was utterly distasteful to me and not worth my time, I thought I might be a dancer at festive occasions in Gorean settings. Can you tell I’ve never read any of the books? I’m such a naïf. Of course all I could find in world in the way of “dance costumes” was a variety of skimpy “silks” (took me a while to figure out what “silks” were) that were worse than the worst Turkish dancer’s hoochie gear, and in which I wouldn’t be caught dead even in a virtual world. My searches eventually led me to a charming ensemble by Solange Cerveau, which came with a variety of modesty options, mostly involving the level of opacity of the fabrics. I decided it need a choli to make it more to my taste, so I went searching for “choli” or “sari” until I found a link to some garments by Yuriko Muromachi (Silver Rose Designs). The landmark dumped me next to a nice Victorian manor house, a build of West Trade Imports. I followed a link to Muromachi’s main store, which was in…
At any rate, I walked out of there with a nice addition to my wardrobe, which gave me an exotic “dress-up” look that I was even able to wear as standard daywear in, say, any Medieval or Tolkien-esque setting. I spent the next few months fooling around in the “Galaxy” sim, a Star Trek themed area. Nice folks, but ultimately very frustrating. Did some nice roleplaying at first, but soon it became obvious that nobody had any serious tactical experience, and they all just wanted to rehash old Star Trek episodes. Um, yawn. That and the apparently young age and limited social abilities of most folks there wore me down.
Real life took me away for a few months, and when I came back and paid a visit to
Hanging with Regular Folks, only better
I’m sure that even in
Monday, December 3, 2007
Ms. Elegia Underwood dropped in, and we crossed swords for a few exciting minutes. Couldn't have had a better opponent.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
First, I made a costume and turned myself into a ghostly apparition:
Luckily I had some white hair in my closet. The above photo was taken at "The Haunting Hour" in the October Country, but it was a party over-crammed with people I don't know talking about nothing and too much lag, so I apparated out of there to Caledon, where I found a swinging scene at Castle Cymru. The dashing ZenMondo Wormser was spinning the wax cylinders and the floor was littered with fabulously costumed guests.
I soon found myself dancing next to that Man about Madness, the Great Cthulhu himself. He may look soft from all of that "slumbering in R'yleh" slothfulness, but he can cut a rug (amongst other things).
The problem with these "Elder Gods" is that they honestly take no notice of us mere mortals, dead or alive. It's a good thing I was a ghost, or I might have take harm when accidentally skewered by Ol' Tentacle Head.
The Lovecraft theme was running swift this past week. On Thursday the 25th I attended a nifty "Radio Broadcast" of the original Orson Wells "War of the Worlds" followed by the HPLHS production of "At the Mountains of Madness", by HP Lovecraft. This was hosted by The Earl of Primbroke, Edward Pearse, and he did a bang up job as usual. The setting was on a plot of land in Western Caledon that had been decked out with story-appropriate props of cyclopean proportions, including several different designs of alien tripods (for the Wells story), and a snowfield, Antarctic Mountains backdrop, and token "Old One" for the Lovecraft portion of the event.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Update: pics are in from our charming hostess, "Calamity Jane". First up, Mrs. Peterman in her yellow pollonaise with blue underskirt (the pics are coming in all black & white). 1st life hair is more complicated to deal with than 2nd life. This one lives in a box in my sewing room and it takes me forever to style it. Note the cat. Found cat approximately 45 seconds after entering the house. There is a reason why my avatar often has a cat perched on her shoulder: I find them and they find me.
Next up, Mr. Peterman and a female of questionable morals. I tell you, turn your back for a minute and men go all goofy.
No matter, some time later I found myself politely refusing the advances of a very loquatious Irishman. I can see by this image that I need a bigger bustle pad. Ruefully inadequate...
The party went later than we did, as we had to catch a boat back to our side of the Big Water. This shot of Master Payne and his lovely wife Marie was taken after our departure.*
*Yes, it really is Master Payne in the flesh. Wonders never cease, n'est ce pas?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
A friend introduced me to the Girl Genius comic series a few weeks ago. It's not that I hadn't heard about it before. I'd run into a lovely poster in Cyn Vandeverre's shop in Caledon, but I wasn't really interested in taking the time to read the thing, despite the fact that it's easily available online. I finally succumbed, and then had to read the whole dang thing over a period of days: whew! Fun stuff.
Now, it seems certain persons have chosen to realize this wonderful Steampunk (or "gaslamp") fiction creation within SL, and where more perfect than the Victorian sims of Caledon and Steelhead (and Babbage and...)?
I had heard of a Wulfenbach consulate being erected in Steelhead, so I first went there. It's very civilized and decorous, and fits in well with the late 19th c theme there. Love the shiny brass name plate over the door (glad I, or anyone else, for that matter, don't have to polish it!)
Inside I found the expected Girl Genius references, a spectacular map of Europa, and the Consul's desk, which I took advantage of to snap a "studious and hard-working Mrs. Peterman" scene...and I got to keep the pen!
Note the raffish Jaegermonster references on the wall. I also like the "donation brain" on the desk. How can you resist such charming touches?
I remembered that there had been an official reception for the consulate in Caledon Kittiwikshire some days ago. I was unable to attend due to rl commitments, but why not find it now? So, off I went...
Just across from the Salty Mermaid Tavern, the Kittiwick Consulate is a bit larger with a nice lawn for gatherings. Inside I found much the same in the way of furnishings, with the addition of a Quiz Phone (I believe ZenMondo Wormser makes these?). It offers, of course, a "Girl Genius" quiz, at which I just managed to hold my own.
Here's an exterior view, with yet another shiny brass plaque. The sun was setting at this point, hence the warm light.
(credits: Yes, I'm wearing an original Cyn Vandeverre gown, modified slightly with a few poofiness adjustments and a lace jabot from Virrginia Tombola's cycling costume. Oh, and a parasol, of course.)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Yes, it's another art imitates life situation. Here's Rittmaster Peterman in RL, demonstrating our weekend:
...and here's Col. Somme, having a go in SL:
Love the strap barding and Medieval saddle on the horse!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Cpt. Somme stopped in for a moment, looking quite dashing in his breeches and silk stockings against a sea of outlandish, if colorful, be-kilted fellows. RL called him away as well, and so our appearance was a brief one.
As soon as the RL play in which I'm acting goes up, I'll have more time to experiment with SL and continue developing more historical garments, with the goal of eventually opening a shop or otherwise offering off-the rack wardrobe. Stay tuned.
Friday, August 10, 2007
For more info and pics, go here and here.
Miss you all!
Monday, July 2, 2007
This Fall I hope to have some nice things for sale for the discerning Victorian SL-er, but right now the 1st Life sewing machine has my attention.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Today (Saturday), we visited the camps as the characters we portrayed last night and had fun visiting with folks we had met on the trail. Later, we went home to change into evening kit, and I magically turned into a girl. In SL I can magically snap a photo whenever I want, in RL I actually have to pull out a camera, so of course I didn't get anything of the dance from which we just returned. These shots of us back at home will have to suffice.
Gordon is a bit trans-decade with his Mexican war jacket and Indian wars cap and boots, and I'm wearing my 1860s tea gown with an 1850s hairdo. How's that for being eclectic? We still looked pretty spiffy, I think (so do the cats, apparently). Oh, yes, I took my gloves off in the car and forgot to put them back on for the photo (oops). In SL you can check on your baby chickens without removing your gloves, in 1st Life, it's more complicated...
I'm not sure but I may be one of the few ladies of Caledon who's husband/significant other is perfectly happy to wear 19th century clothes and go to a battle/ball in 1st life but finds SL too complicated and frustrating, rather than the reverse...
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Mr. Newbe Writer was hosting a lovely dance at his Steamworks in Sky City (sea level), and I decided to try out my purple gown experiment. I think it turned out quite well, actually.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Here I am dancing with our dashing host, Sir Edward (sporting a mechanical arm since the recent unpleasantness with Neualtenberg).
Earlier, my good friend E. Somme offered his arm and we trod the grass a bit.
On Friday, the weekly dance theme was "Black & White". It being Steelhead, I assumed the music would be "pop" and so wasn't too worried about my lack of appropriately hued formalwear. I found a black cocktail dress with white dots ca. 1950s in my wardrobe, and saw a good opportunity to try a new hairdo.
Here we are dancing in the giant TV, provided by the gentleman in shirtsleeves (who's name escapes me). Sir Ed came as a b&w space hero, and Red Calibre is appropriate (pictured) in white tie & tails, while Tensai Hilra does her street punk and Emily Orr chose a jaunty plaid dinner gown.
At one point I glanced up from the dance floor (and friend Hermione Pennyfeather, left) and saw that Tensai Hilra's cat (I think that's who it is) was keeping an eye on us from above. Cats: gotta' love 'em.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
I was pleased to meet many friends and acquaintances, including the long absent H. Otoole (dressed smartly in his Hussar's Uniform), back from exile in Roma. His cohort H. Pennyfeather was gadding about sans shoes and in a VERY SHORT SKIRT...but, thank heavens, with proper headgear. R. Calibre made an appearance and joined in the festivities, as did V. Tombola with a very festive streamered-wreath crowning her glorious hair. I couldn't stay long, but it was a lovely evening.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Popped in to visit friend Hotspur Otoole at his charming Polymath estate, only to find this scene of woe: What does it mean?!
Update May 9: This! This is what it means! Caledonians styling themselves as jackbooted thugs! Noble warriors cut down in their prime! Teutonic leaders dragged forcibly from their steins! We live in desperate times.
(Thanks to Cpt. Pearse for the dispatch).
Monday, April 2, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
If this wasn't scandalous enough, the following night was "20s Gangster night". I cast about in my inventory and came up with something a flapper might wear, then had to run over to the GNUbie store for some short hair. I think the overall effect was a success. Just for the record, I would never show this much leg in RL...
Earlier in the day (Saturday) there was a lively bathing party in Caledon on Sea, hosted by Miss. V. Tombola and Miss. H Callisto. I used my newly acquired skills to throw together a bathing dress, augmented by a skirt and sandals from V. Tombola (see photo below). Many bathing beauties were present (see photo above), and although I was only able to attend for a few minutes, it looked like a successful party.
Update 10-17-07: I was wandering through the Guvnah's Mansion the other week, and noticed the above image on the east wall. I'm very flattered my imitation gelatin or salt print (or whatever I was going for) of the bathing party has been so honored!