Dillon Levenque

Thank you; I loved that! I watched all those movies and I may possibly have owned that soundtrack. I LOVED the soloist doing the "wah, wah wah" with a perfectly straight face. I'm not sure about one of their translations: where the guys sing what sounds like, "Yo, yo, yo, echo" I always heard in the score as "Don't walk to Waco", and yes I know that doesn't make any sense either. Liked the 'Man With No Name" up there in the background, too.

Oh, you are SO not doing it right! Of course that's your stock in trade, so what else is new? I'm still negotiating with my Retired Self; it's been just over six months now and I still haven't managed to even get a schedule arranged; I kind of get up when I want. It's shocking, really. Who knew I was such a lazy bum? I spent all those decades working hard; thinking about what I was doing and trying to find ways to do it better and more efficiently (and I mean EVERYTHING from sweeping the parking lot on up) that retirement has kind of caught me without a plan. It's like, "Who's in charge here?". "You, actually." "Oh. Well then, go ahead and take the day off. You can take care of that issue tomorrow. What's for lunch?" I'm actually starting to get better but it really was that bad at first.

Takissam (display name Takis) is actually a male avatar, as it happens. That has absolutely nothing to do with the relevance of your comment; I just thought I'd mention it. I completely agree with your point, of course.

Good grief, I hope that wasn't as horrible as it looked for anyone caught in that. All I could find on Google (in English, that is) were stories from the day it happened; August 3, 2015, and they are of course sketchy on details.

Only if you decide to make it so, I think. I've had many neighbors on mainland; the vast majority of which I got along with fine. Anytime I'd see a new build I'd walk over and introduce myself. Worked for me. I made some friends and I had a lot of fun. Sartre said once the quote is misinterpreted; he used 'les autres' not to mean other people but 'the Other', and (I think) to define that as our opinion of ourselves being shaped by what we think other people think of us. I've never given a flying fig about the latter, frankly. In SL or RL. That's worked for me too. I yam what I yam.

Oakland, CA is a city. It's in Alameda County. If you're interested, It was about 75 there today. All of central/north central coastal California is a bit warmer than usual, which I mind not in the slightest. I just like seeing the sun getting higher in the sky these days. I have to start pretending I don't have the wintertime blues in like September; I just hate seeing the sun get lower and lower. Now, a month plus after solstice it's heading back where I like it. :-) ETA: Luckily I've never had the summertime blues. They're incurable.

I was thinking about this while out driving around earlier. It's kind of a Western Hemisphere collaboration; North and South America involved. A guy from Brazil covering a song by a guy from Canada. I love that about music: the musicians themselves almost always seem to ignore tribal/sectional/national alliances. It's just music to them. '

I happen to like wide open spaces, so this locale interests me. I see what might be sand dunes in the background (and apparently in the foreground somewhat planted over); that alone makes this interesting terrain. It's the kind of place I'd want to get out of my car, stand up and draw a deep breath. Granted, I prefer a visible mountain range in my scenery but from experience I know Texas and much of the Midwest lack those. Still, we do a pretty good sage desert here, too, if you know where to look. :-)

If you ever flounce, can I haz your sweaters?

Enough. This is getting ridiculous. I finally reported a post for the first time I can recall (may have done it before but I don't remember doing so). I see this as a troll pure and simple. No more for me.

That was terrific! I googled the hell out of him but I still couldn't figure out where he's from. My first guess was Brazil. I did find a lot of links that seemed to me to be in Brasilian/Portuguese (and I heard him say 'legal' in the Brasilian style during the song). I finally looked at enough links associated with producers on his other songs to convince me I'm right. Am I?

I know! It's even later for you than it is for me, but before I logged in just now I'd found my eye drawn to a big piece of lemon cake in the fridge. It was practically throwing itself at me. I resisted, but if I'd read this latest stuff I'd have succumbed for sure.

I like that laced top on the blonde. Kind of a shame there doesn't seem to be anything above her neck but a hairdo.

You live practically on the shore of one of a chain of lakes that together contain over 20% of the fresh water on the face of the earth. And you don't like fish?????

I love William Gibson. An SL friend and I were both fans; we would make outfits to match his characters, mostly but not all from the Pattern Recognition trilogy. I did the easy stuff like Cayce Pollard but she could do anybody; she was much more skilled than I in appearance and fashion. We called ourselves "The Gibson Girls" ;-).

/me yells, "Dammit, Maddy!" as she kicks yet another windshield out of the car. It's just not fair all of you chicks ganging up like this! Um, remind me to get a copy of "Lunatic Fringe".

I never knew the name of that song (Bakerstreet) nor the name of the band, but I'm of course familiar with it from hearing it so many times. I think it's just a bit too relaxed for my taste, so I never sought it out. The sax is just terrific, though. I wouldn't even call it a 'riff'; to me it was the whole song. I listened to that clip start and thought it sounded familiar. Then the sax started and I said, "Oh, that song!"

Rhonda's post above (from Page 1) explains it as well as anything can. This incarnation has more frivolity than the one before it (I don't go back far enough for the first one).

Well, maybe more than a li'l.

Michael Landon trying to shave

Laughing while sniffling, and/or vice versa.

I listened to almost everything at that site, Maddy, laughing out loud a lot. The entire Ryan Dempster interview was a delight, but the part where he did his Harry Carey impersonation was sublime. Hell, I'm still laughing. Thanks so much for this.

It's Mainland. There are neighbors with varying ideas and outlooks. There really are no neighborhood police. No Geheime Nachbarschaftpolizei (Genachpo? Geschaftpo?) to make sure everyone conforms to some non-existent code. You really do have to put up with that to live on Mainland. I kinda like it, personally, but I can definitely understand how some people, coming to a "your world" promise, might hate it. The only 'fix' for that I'm aware of is moving to an estate parcel, spending a WHOLE lot of money for a homestead or a full sim, or just moving to the sky: lots of floors but no view to speak of.

If you meant in between the tire and the wheel, then yes; it looks that way. Don't know, but comparing that to the one collision I've had with a deer I'd guess there's a decent chance the deer got away without life-threatening injury. Where I live you get to expect them in certain areas at certain times of day. People just learn to watch more carefully, and we seldom hit one. The one I hit was way up in my favorite part of the state (the northeast corner). I'd been camped back in the trees; it was the tail end of one of my summer road trips. After getting up and breaking camp I jounced down the couple of miles of washboard hard pan Forest Service road and reached the paved highway about six in the morning. I'd barely gotten up to speed when what I think was an elk came out of the trees on my left and started across the road. Because I saw him first I at least had time to brake safely on the highway and steer right onto the shoulder, but he stayed in front of me and got hit nonetheless, though at least not by the front of the car. A point of one of his antlers came right through the windshield (almost in my face); his shoulder knocked the side mirror off the car. The collision knocked him down, but by the time I got the car safely stopped on the unpaved shoulder and had a chance to look in my rear view mirror I saw him stand up, shake himself, and head on into the trees.

Takis, I took the liberty of looking at your profile. I believe your native tongue is Greek. If you seek Second Life places that share that language your choices are limited. I will recommend the same thing I always have: Ignore. Do not reply. Do not comment. Do not even admit it is happening. You are dealing with a griefer. There is only one way to do that. Pretend they don't exist for you. Ignore the person. You have not been in Second Life long enough for her to know you. Ignore. I hope this translates correctly. If you translated your post here yourself, your English is good enough to get by. Most of us understood. If you used a translator it is accurate enough. Καλή τύχη. That is supposed to be Greek for 'Good Luck'.