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    Where are all my friends? Come on in and lets get comfy by the fire!

    in Make Friends

    Posted · Edited by Hippie Bowman

    I hope everyone had a great Christmas.  Looking forward to the new year!  At the moment I am done with ham and Turkey.  So I fired up the smoker today.  Hum along to  Monty Python's song Spam as you read the following:

     🎶 Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Lovely Ribs! Lovely Ribs!  🎶

    ... or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and.... Ribs.

     

    Have a great windup to new year everyone!

     

    Peace!

     

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    Where are all my friends? Come on in and lets get comfy by the fire!

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    Happy Christmas eve to all of you! I hope it is the best Christmas ever!

     

     'Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house 
    Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; 
    The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, 
    In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; 
    The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, 
    While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; 
    And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, 
    Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, 
    When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter,
    I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. 
    Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, 
    Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. 
    The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 
    Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, 
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
    But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, 
    With a little old driver, so lively with skill, 
    I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil.
    More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, 
    And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; 
    "Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! 
    On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! 
    To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! 
    Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" 
    As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, 
    When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, 
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. 
    And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof 
    The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof.
    As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, 
    Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. 
    He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, 
    And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; 
    A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, 
    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. 
    His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a berry! 
    His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, 
    And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; 
    His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
    And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; 
    He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, 
    That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 
    A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, 
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 
    He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, 
    And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 
    And laying his finger aside of his head, 
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed;
    He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 
    But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, 
    Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!
    On behalf of Lagrange Point Spaceport and LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a 
    very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! 
    Peace On Earth!

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    'Twas the night before Second Life Christmas

    in General Discussion Forum

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     'Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house 
    Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; 
    The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, 
    In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; 
    The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, 
    While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; 
    And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, 
    Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, 
    When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter,
    I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. 
    Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, 
    Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. 
    The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow 
    Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, 
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 
    But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, 
    With a little old driver, so lively with skill, 
    I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil.
    More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, 
    And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; 
    "Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! 
    On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! 
    To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! 
    Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" 
    As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, 
    When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, 
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. 
    And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof 
    The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof.
    As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, 
    Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. 
    He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, 
    And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; 
    A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, 
    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. 
    His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a berry! 
    His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, 
    And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; 
    His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
    And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; 
    He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, 
    That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 
    A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, 
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 
    He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, 
    And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 
    And laying his finger aside of his head, 
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed;
    He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 
    But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, 
    Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!
    On behalf of Lagrange Point Spaceport and LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a 
    very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! 

     

    Peace On Earth!

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    Where are all my friends? Come on in and lets get comfy by the fire!

    in Make Friends

    Posted · Edited by Hippie Bowman

    Good morning everyone! Happy Thursday! Got your Christmas shopping done? It is the 50th year anniversary of Apollo 8 orbit of the moon. Here is a transcript of the Christmas message transmitted from lunar orbit, by the crew of Apollo 8 on Christmas eve 1968.

     

    We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you.

    In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
    And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
    And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
    And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.

    James Lovell
     

    And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
    And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.
    And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
    And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.

    Frank Borman
     

    And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
    And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.


    And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas – and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth.

    Peace!

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