Variety Wares Comes to Steelhead

Well...it has been a long time since my typist updated his "web-site" with my musings. A lot of water has gone under the dam since I wrote last. I opened a shop in Steelhead, L Laocombe Variety Wares. I enjoy building things, and I wish to offer merchendise that is different from what others are selling. There are many talented designers in Second Life, and I do not desire to step on any other merchant's toes. I also do not think that it is necessary to reinvent the wheel concerning what is offered. There are many airships, goggles, tables and the like available to the customer, so it seems redundant to make such things when perfectly good, quite affordable versions of them are already offered elsewhere. By using the word "variety" in the name of my little establishment, I mean it in two senses. First, I do not want to tie myself to one kind of offering. If I want to make furniture now, gadgets later, why not keep the option there. Also I mean the name to emphasize the fact that my offerings are intended to be unique, unlike those found in other places, to give "variety" to the SL public. After all, variety is the spice of life. Why would it be any different for a second life?

Porn by any other name is still the same

Recently, the kind folks at LindenLabs(r), have put forth an a effort to banish icky icky naughty things to a new back room and away from the rest of the mainland. Presumably, this effort is intended to hide aevil wicked things from 1) the eyes of those who should either not be in SecondLife because they are too young; 2) from those who are offended by pixelsex and too lazy to steer clear of the places that offend them; 3) those who are so flabergasted at naughty things that their merely coming up in a search requires immediate treatment with smelling salts. Presumably others are glad to see aevil banished as well. My take on it is this: don't go to those places, and if you do, perchance, end up there, leave. Well, others who have more solid and advanced opinions have introduced Zindra, which is apparently smutese for "back room where porn goes." I chortle a bit about it. First, simply isolating all the aevil into one place does not rid SL of any danger, but rathe actually concentrates it and makes it more appealing to visit by those who do not belong there. Second, the name. ZINDRA. Who came up with that? First, is it supposed to be a female name? If so, is it equating women with being aevil? It does sound like some exotic prostitute from a cheap dimestore novel, or perhaps like a two-bit chanteuse who tells fortunes on the side. Why not HERBERT? LLOYD? PERDICIA? Some other name? Who chose THIS one? I have heard many better names put forth as the time for the launching of ZINDRA drew nigh. Pornadelphia. Smutsylvania. Prostitutopolis. At least one would be knowing what they are getting upon arrival. And they show cleverness and a bit of biting sarcasm and wit. ZINDRA shows...well, you would perhaps have to ask ZINDRA what she is willing to show.

The Hunt is On...though I do not know why

OK...some of the fine folks in SL are have put together a fine "hunt," designed for men. Rather than easter eggs, the hunt is for items that men can wear, a "makeover" as it is touted. I have not seen anything so far that I would call "junk," though I do not know when I will ever wear some of the items. These fancy "tennis shoes" as they are called seem to be a very futuristic thing to me, but they would not go with my personality at all. Nothing is wrong with them...they are just not "me." Normally, I would not be shopping in the stores on the hunt, or rather most of the stores, because they cater to a different demographic than mine. Yet, despite this fact, I feel I must run all over a store looking for the hidden giftie. Somehow, the fact that it is a giftie, or that it is hidden, somehow makes looking for it more exciting, interesting, exhillerating than it might otherwise be for me. While on this hunt, I spent approximately 20 minutes tearing a store apart, looking inside, under, above and behind fixtures in the store for the giftie, the contents of which I cannot at this time remember. But boy did I have fun looking for it. I imagine someone with a camera, filming men running around their store, combing it like kids on an Easter egg hunt and watching it while laughing heartily at the unsuspecting targets. Gads...I still have how many stores to visit? Better get back to it. I have heard tell of some interesting offerings. Who cares if I never use them! I GOTTA FIND THEM!!!

Why am I here...How...

I made a deal with my typist. I will give my handwritten musings, ideas, comments, questions, statements, and other things I think worth publishing, and he will post them here for the entertainment of others. He also pays my room and board in this world he calls "Second Life." In return I will be his eyes and ears in the aforementioned world. I also promised him a life-time supply of pound cake, but he said my pound cake was only "virtual" and could not be consumed by him. Rather a sad world this typist fellow lives in...none of my tasty pound cake. I am also not sure why he calls my pound cake "virtual." Is that an insult or a complement? At any rate, I dare not query into the matter too deeply, lest I upset the typist and he write scandalous things about me or somehow abridge in unacceptable fashion my submissions to him. This is my first submission to him, and I do hope you enjoy reading it, although it seems dryer to me than pound cake without milk.