Madelaine McMasters

Keli Kyrie wrote: WOW Maddy are those yours? They're part of the collection of antique tools I inherited from Dad. What's left of him is in my collection as well. Mom's in no hurry to be added.

Charolotte Caxton wrote: I thought it was cute because there are things called monkey wrenches, not sure what one is, but it sounds cute

Dresden Ceriano wrote: Sylvia Tamalyn wrote: OK, here's the new car that I meant to take a pic of last night...now that I have seen how badly Dresden drives, I don't think I wil let him anywhere near it! :smileyvery-happy: *pouts* Maybe if I wasn't forced to scrunch myself up into the tiny little thing... oh who am I fooling? I never did get to apologize to Maddy for running her over. ...Dres Don't apologize, I'd rather get even. ;-)

Ya look frighteningly like Snugs there, Parhelion. I don't suppose a conscience should look much better than that.

Welcome to the world of imagined bogeymen, loongdaeng. We (or at least I) make enough mistakes to explain most of the "mysterious" things that happen here. Whether you accepted it while distracted so long ago that it's not in the transaction history or it was buried in a folder or box, it doesn't really matter. Those explanations, like so many, are benign. Go off and have fun with your Sweetie. I hope you'll find some amusing mysteries to crack together,

Hiya loongdaeng, It's possible that thing's been sitting in your inventory so long that it no longer shows in your transaction history. I think that goes back only 30 days. Since switching to the V2 viewer I find I often log in to a flurry of notifications I have to dismiss and I wouldn't be surprised if I've accepted things unwittingly because I was distracted. It might have been given to you inside a folder too, in which case I think you'd see the folder in your transaction history, but not the thingie.

DQ Darwin wrote: Hey Maddy is this number 14? Dave! Last time I saw you, you were knee-high to a krill... and you were eatin' him. /me hugs her li'l baby all up.

valerie Inshan wrote: Good morning and happy Sunday! The parrot will be serving drinks 24/24 unless Wildcat eats him (or Maddy cooks him). Hugs you all! Good morning, Val and Kids! Wildcat, how do you like your parrot? 

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DQ Darwin wrote: There must be lots, that's quite true but thanks for reminding us of the "simple pleasure". The cow gets relief the cat gets the milk and she has a sweet laugh, one has to love the visual. Not sure about the chicken at the cows front left foot but that might be another story. Another story for sure. It could end with an egg on Quinn's plate or the hen on mine. Mixed emotions either way.

In the Psalter, it is written that a ptolemaic psychic saw a ptarmigan battling ptosis, phthisis, pneumonia and psoriasis with a pneumatic disposition. Capture two of them by setting out pfeffernuss and psylla while uttering psithurisms. When in hand, dye them with phtalocyanine (available for mere pfennigs) in psychedelic swirls and nestle them on your pheet. If this all goes horribly wrong and you catch two psionic pterodactyls bearing pneumonic plague or ptomain, commit pseudocide and return under a pseudonym.

DQ Darwin wrote: What a great pic lol Madelaine McMasters wrote: Good morning, Everybody. What's breakfast without milk?! There must be a lot of photos like this, all over the world. Mom took me down the road and borrowed a cow and a cat to teach me. I borrowed a newer cow and cat to teach the neighbor kid. It's a simple pleasure from a hard life.

Good morning, Everybody. What's breakfast without milk?!

I couldn't help but think how much those two chattering computers sounded like us in the forums. Maybe our intelligence is artificial? ;-)

Speaking of provoking a specific reaction, you're not yet in my "art" gallery of Warm Welcomes, an inflammatory performance piece intended to provoke indifference. ;-)

Void Singer wrote: there is a difference between a painting and and, for instance, someone walking around with a head on a platter... or even for that matter simply carrying around around said picture and putting it in the face of every passerby. yes, the intent is the same whether it's on a wall or a live performance, but the context is different. and the difference changes the effect (and sometimes the magnitude). Void, let me edit this a little to aid my understanding (or mis, as the case may be ;-) "there is a difference between a painting and carrying around around said picture and putting it in the face of every passerby. the intent is the same whether it's on a wall or a live performance" This almost seemed like a contradiction to me, but maybe this is the definition of art? Where the intent is clear, regardless of context? Does knowing one's audience diminish the art? It's an interesting thought.

I'm glad both Istara and Carole went into such depth. Now I don't have to. In this disagreement, I come down almost entirely on Ishtara's side. However flawed my ability to determine it might be, I go to intent. Carole? Are you naughty because your intent is to provoke? Quite possibly yes. There are places people go with the expectation of some provocation, like art galleries, political rallies and perhaps downtown streets. There are places people go to avoid provocation, like their own back yards or venues specifically designed to cater to their interests (such as a quilting bee). To inflict oneself in such places with the intent of provoking discomfort is, to me, improper and quite possibly self defeating, unless reducing oneself to a caricature is the intent. Just as you remind us not to confuse our avatars with ourselves, I'd suggest we not confuse SL with society at large. In a world filled with anonymous griefing and the often easy ability to escape it, provocation may well be lost in the noise. I quite enjoyed roasting your hide in my fireplace and I'm irreverent enough to think I'd have fun hanging with you in a great many places in SL. But I would not swing you on my arm in the Titanic's ballroom on April 15, dressed as a tiny mouse with attitude. I'd wait for satire night. Ishy, I don't know if I entirely agree with your assessment of "art". I think that the famous artists of history represent only a small fraction of the latent talent in the general population. Circumstances elevate some above the rest and the result is history. Once opportunities start to fall on you like raindrops, it's easy to grow flowers. I'm happy that some art, particularly provocative art, rises to prominence, as it gives us a topic for a larger, public conversation. But I think smaller conversations take place all over the world, provoked by the works of many talented people we'll never know about. Some of them are here. You know them when you see them. As for the difference between sex and art, knowing how they work enhances my enjoyment of both, but seems to do little to my immunity. I can hope that knowledge keeps me from making big mistakes, but it's only a hope.

Snugs McMasters wrote: Has it occured to you that not all of your friends behave like children? Yes, yes it has. I'll give Xmas presents to my side of our friends list, you give presents to your side. Fair enough? You can be such a chowderhead at times.

I don't think I've stopped in here since my return. Hi, Kids!

Ishy, you covered it nicely. I'll add only one thing. Copyright law (and indeed many business models) did not and could not anticipate the changes brought about by perfect and inexpensive digital copying and distribution, both good and bad. The mess that has resulted as content creators try to continue to make a living at their craft may be unavoidable. So we live with simultaneous frustrations and delights as we all try to work it out.

Venus Petrov wrote: /me wonders if 'tire or tyre change' is euphemism for some other type of 'change' Is this an oblique request for a copy of the miscapade note I'm writing?

Carole Franizzi wrote: Madelaine McMasters wrote: Carole Franizzi wrote: Yeah, but, let's focus on the important stuff - can you or can't you change a tyre? I can! A tire change will appear in a sexual miscapade story I'll send you. And is it too much to hope that a big, hairy, muscular mechanic will also be part of the plot? Yes it is. I shaved my legs before the date.

Roseysun Galicia wrote: Hippie Bowman wrote: So after all the flesh bar-b-qing, Phil began to feel a bit tired. He needed a nap. He strolled off to the north in search of a....... towel. He had heard that he should always take a towel with him on his travels and decided to find one. As he walked he started to whistle and laughed as the number forty two popped into his mind. "What is 42?" He said to himself with a shrug as he walked off in search of his towel. As the cooling night air coaxed fog from the shadows, Phil walked up the wooded path to the cabin. The bug-zapper snapped a welcome as he approached, as if it knew why he needed a towel. As he rolled the mysterious number around in his mind, he was startled by a lithe form perched on the porch railing, blowing across her newly painted fingernails. "You wonder about 42, yes?" Phil stopped cold... "How did you know?" "That's the version number of the viewer what we'll all finally like." Beads of sweat appeared on his furrowed brow. "Here's your towel." Phil flipped it nervously over his shoulder and climbed the porch, inhaling the heady scent of nail polish, musk, lavendar and WD-40. He wanted to turn and ask, but...

Be careful what you ask for, Poenald. ;-)

Carole Franizzi wrote: Yeah, but, let's focus on the important stuff - can you or can't you change a tyre? I can! A tire change will appear in a sexual miscapade story I'll send you.