Sagadin

My eye color changes almost as often as Clover's does, but lately it has been a light purplish gray. I am partial to grey, silver and pale blue though.

Wow! I love that outfit and you look great in it!

Thanks! I love their hair and I just happened to be in world when the announcement was sent out.

Wearing the latest gift hair from Kokolores... Back to a punky look.

It all depends. When I am taking photos I often change from the region setting to something I like better for the shot I am working on; for shopping, depending on the store, I often go with one of the skin or avatar optimal ones over their setting, so I can see what I am trying on; for general wandering/exploring it depends on the mood of the sim -- apocalyptic sims look great with lots of haze IMO; for dancing and socializing it also depends on the sim and the overall mood. Sometimes it is fun to be on a tropical beach with a threatening red sky, or at midnight, or one of the dusty or hazy Windlights at dawn. I do have a few favorites but there are so many goldurn WL options that I feel like I have only scratched the surface. And then there are ways to customize them all!

Paul Anka:

Doing the math...

Just realized that I hit 500 posts!

couldn't see nothin but a

Balkan Beat Box!

Thanks for giving me the excuse to spell out Sagadin's tale (and avoid the other things I really should be doing!). Here goes: Sagadin is the only daughter of a Czech mother and Japanese father, although she grew up in the back rooms of a zen Buddhist temple in an abandoned steel mill just outside of Detroit, Michigan. Her parents met when her father was taken I'll while he was in the middle of a long walk -- as a part of his zen training he was attempting to walk from the Northernmost reaches of the Canadian Arctic to the southern tip of South America in Tierra del Fuego with no money and no English to help him. He had managed to survive the trek across Canada only to succumb to a strange illness as soon as he entered Michigan. The woman who would become Saga's mom found him lying face down on the side of the road and over the next several weeks slowly nursed him back to health in her trailer. She was a refugee from Czechoslovakia, which she had left in the last dark days of the Communist regime because she was unable to find work as a mathematician. She had been resettled in Detroit along with a host of Polish, Romanian, and Ukrainian migrants in the great wave of Eastern Europeans who had fled as soon as the Berlin wall came down. They all survived by post-urban homesteading, growing veggies and raising a variety of livestock from llamas to chinchillas. At first Saga's mom thought the zen monk was a Lama, but she soon learned all about zen and became his first student, while he became her student in the ways of the world. Eventually the two of them decided it would be a good idea to open up a zen temple in Detroit. So they took up residence as squatters in an abandoned steel mill just outside of town and started a meditation group with the punks and anarchists who were the only remaining residents near the steel mill. They had all figured enlightnement must be a better deal than their own aimless lives and their community grew into a thriving outpost of the Soto zen tradition. Sagadin was born exactly nine months and three days after her mom had found her dad lying in the ditch. She had a happy childhood as she grew up learning the elaborate rituals of the zen temple, practicing Japanese swordplay, and helping tend the temple's vegetable garden and flock of llamas. After coming of age she left home to see the world, spending the next several years working on a series of ships that took her, finally to Tierra del Fuego. When she telegraphed her father from the remote village at the southern terminus of her father's fateful attempted journey, she learned that his illness had returned. So she walked back North to see him, only to arrive moments before he breathed his last breath two years later. Over the course of her journey back north she had resolved, albeit somewhat grudgingly, to return to life at the temple and become a zen priestess alongside her parents and the punk monks. And so she threw her self into life at the temple. But then one fine day she fell into a fissure that had opened up in the floor of her room and found herself in a parallel universe filled with griefers, furries, blogger barbies, men who looked like socks stuffed with walnuts and many, many other varieties of miscreants. At long last she had found a home!

with holes torn for tails

Same argument going on in here. Seems like a potentially useful unwanted advance deterrent! Try "Hey Babying" me now!

The unicorn floatie makes this SFW, right? Finally got into WCF8 today so I spent far too much time there, not to mention lindens...

Something to wake me up....

If Sagadin had a theme song it would be this.... ETA:I would've put in the official music video for this song, but it has some excessively silly drama stuck in it, and there is quite enough of that on the forums already

Now we can create an army of Skell alts to start civilizing the men of SL!

Just kidding! I would love to carry you around in a basket for a few days!

Ummm, yay!

Whoa, do I get a prize??

The Kills

TIL: that the word "bigwig" came from people wearing big wigs in the 18th century (the bigger the wig you wore, the bigger the wig you were) and that people wore wigs back then to hide the fact that their hair was falling out from syphilis.

Somewhere in Japan, awaiting spring.