Dillon Levenque

I used to add sugar to tea but I've never even considered cream. Must be an English thing. I do add both to coffee because my Dad liked it that way and in helping out from a young age in our family business I was the one sent to the coffee shop across the alley to get him a cup of coffee to go. It was on me to add the cream and sugar. Walking back I'd sip the overflow that came out through the little 'relief port' in the lid. Thus I learned to appreciate coffee done that way. Still do. At one point I actually stopped adding sugar (which amazed my friends, telling me all I needed to know about how odd it was; I mean, I never realized anyone paid attention to things like that}. I was okay with it but after a while I decided "Who am I kidding? And why?" and went back to the sweet stuff. I have at least learned to drink my tea, iced or otherwise, without sugar or other adulteration. And, I only drink one LARGE container of coffee a day, when I first get up and ready to go. I go way over the top on the coffee strength, so that fact I'm adding cream and sugar is probably only a secondary issue. To paraphrase Paul Newman as Butch Cassidy: "Hell, the caffeine will probably kill ya!".

All righty then. I just looked all through these forums and I could not find a good place to leave this, so why not just leave it here? Nobody's looking; it's late. Pardon my distraction. It is, at least, somewhat SL related. It has to do with Peter Pan and if there was ever a "your imagination" story, that was surely one of them. I remember watching the cartoon on television—the Walt Disney show—with my slightly older sister when I was a child. Just before the end there's a scene where Peter's trying to revive Tinkerbell. He turns to the 'audience' and asks everyone to clap their hands. My father happened to be in the room while we watched and neither my sister nor I clapped because we were sure he'd think we were idiots. He got ticked! "Why aren't you clapping your hands?" he said. Mind you this was a guy that was absolutely as hard as nails. Every friend I ever had was scared to death of him. But he got this. We clapped. Tink made it. Thinking of that I did some poking around online and found this: “ What revives Tinkerbell from death is the audience's affirmation, by clapping their hands at Peter's request, that they "do believe in fairies." Tinkerbell's revival, which Hook's demise swiftly follows, is the emotional climax of the play. In the audience, the children clap joyfully, but the adults clap while bursting into tears. [...] But when the adults weep at the call revival of Tinkerbell, at Peter's call to "believe in fairies," each cries for himself. Each weeps weeps for knowing that he is being called to do better something difficult and joyously painful that he has not done well: to keep alive or if necessary revive within himself some aspect of childhood -- his "fairie" -- while outgrowing the rest of it.

Brings back memories. When I built my first house (of which I was of course oh so proud) I logged in to notice someone was having it off in my bedroom. I immediately went in there for a look. The guy had apparently had the presence of mind to TP out, the woman went out the window! Swear to God. I chased her (being too dumb to just cam, although I'd been taught that) and it turned out she was the (new) wife of my neighbor across the way. Dunno if he was the guy. I'd met him and his then wife, who was a complete sweetheart, when I first bought the property. Sometime in the years I was there he IM'd me: "It's you I want." Never happened, but it was interesting ;-). Good times.

Aye. Real life too, n'est pas?

Let the record show that Rhonda Huntress has been chosen to be among the contestants—ten in all, worldwide—for the honor of Winning the Internet for the first day of July, 2017.

That question right there puts you right straight OUT of having any credibility with me. People who ask questions like that should be horse-whipped. With real horses!

Argh. I never had to do that. I DID have to do Performance Reviews including in-person interviews with all the people who reported to me (never more than 20, btw). It was such a complete waste of their, and my, time. For Christ's sake! I worked alongside these people every frickin' day. I didn't need to reflect on who was outstanding, sufficient, or below expectations (far as I was concerned NOBODY who reported to me made that last category; people in other departments? I had a few candidates). I already knew all that. Fortunately my boss (the Prez) was as observant as I was, so we'd just have a quick talk and he'd already know who would get the big raises and who would just get the raise. At least that part worked well. I hated having to do the reviews, though. I cannot imagine having to deal with that pile of corporate manure you just described. I have always believed that if a manager doesn't know right this minute how good or bad everyone reporting to her or him is, that manager isn't doing their job.

I must offer a correction, here. One may say "Golly". One may say "Gee whillikers". One never says them together like that. I wish I could remember the name but I once (a very long time ago) read a book aimed at adolescents or maybe even pre-adolescents. Fiction. In it an American kid was paired up from a kid from somewhere in the Middle East, probably Saudi Arabia which at least most sentient Americans had heard of. The two kids became good friends. At some point the Saudi kid says, "I've been surprised; some of this isn't what I expected. I've not once heard you say "Gee whillikers". The American kid replies, "Yeah, and I haven't heard you say, "By the beard of the Prophet!". How in the world do I remember things like this? I think I might have some genetic tweak that lets me selectively remember really good things.

Also. Dres seems just great, Maddy. I replied in a thread of his not fifteen minutes ago. ;-)

Amazingly enough, Bravo (while right on the mark with the story as far as he took it) completely overlooked the obvious. The Prime Movers. Those of us who have braved the forces of Darkness have learned from bitter experience to recognize them when we see their work. Yes. Of course. The Illuminati. Once you see that, the rest is quite obvious.

You dare tell Mikka she's effed up? Pretty rich, coming from one of the oddest balls ever rolled down the chute! Good thing you're a total sweetheart. :-) Any of Lil's for me, but I dug elsewhere because SL/Music are inseparably linked for me. This was at one of (DJ) Naz's gigs. She plays a lot of rock, and she favors good guitar work. Plays herself, wailing away in her basement. Had a band but they didn't catch on. Anyway. She played this at a gig where she was covering a particular style or era as she usually does. I'd heard it many times on the unusually independent local radio station I listen to all the time. I said, "I love this song!". She asked, "You like Dave Edmunds covers?". I of course did not even know who Dave Edmunds was (do now, ty). I said I just really liked the song. Cool thing is, it was probably Saturday night, because Naz almost always has had a gig that night and I almost always was there; it was like appointment Second Life for me. I would just fall into Saturday night, digging the music through my headphones and shaking my hips on the dance floor.

That shore is a purty tractor, Ma'am!

l am liking the tone this conversation has taken. I checked my rez date: I knew it was back there a bit but I couldn't recall the year. Alas, I am just a baby: my tenth isn't until Sept. 2018. My main reason for chiming in was a response to a post on the last page from Rioko. You said that being young at heart is all that counts, Rio. And then you added "...mostly". I disagree with the addendum. The sentence was fine at 'counts'. To me that's one of the beautiful (and completely unexpected) aspects of Second Life. Here, I can tell people I'm 29 and holding and I really AM!. How cool is that?

Well, then. Your salute inspires this post. Really doesn't have a thing to do with the topic, but it's from Ancient Rome and in Latin. "Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant".

ETA: The caption was, "Today I learned there was a wind in Second Life. I learned that standing on the head of a dandelion. Standing on the head of a dandelion floating in space." LOL, and of course I biffed the ETA. Oh well, it posted in a good place.

Well....not quite all the evidence, Maddy. ;-)

Okay. Sorry Clover but I must be honest. I love you, Rhonda. I can probably count on fewer fingers than indicated by the name the number of people I've met who actually know the origin of that word. Not surprising; it's been misused for decades, possibly centuries. For those that don't know (and since nobody ever talks about it there's absolutely no reason why you should!): The word originated with the Roman Empire, specifically the army (aka Legions). It was used as a punishment for legions that had displeased either their general or the Empire. The entire legion would stand in a line, and an executioner would walk the line killing every tenth man (hence Rhonda's correct statement about 90% still being alive). I suspect that was never really carried out, although I have read claims in historical works that believed this or that legion had been put to Decimation. I have my (unsubstantiated) doubts about it. But that is what the word means. 'Deci' as in decimal. Tens.

I do apologize for not doing this in a timely fashion; there's no excuse. I know the story. Nevertheless, a much belated but very Happy Mother's Day to you, Ms. McMasters. Your steadfast perseverance in the face of all the resistance that boy puts in your way does you credit. Also Hi back, Ivanova. Nice to see you. :-)

We need a box that says "REALLY Like this"

Hiya, Charolotte! Big hugs :-). I think about our Forgotten City days still from time to time. A once in a SLifetime experience, I think.

To you and Clover....our departed tortie was much the same. She owned the hearts of the males at our house both human and feline. Owned. I miss her like crazy. And wow, could she jump! Just a little thing but legs like you wouldn't believe.

The Seven was rather narrow. I'm pretty sure this was on Circuit De Corse, somewhere along the northern leg. I did not have to get up on two wheels across that bridge (which by the way I hated because the staggers put paid to a really great flat straight where I could really bomb), but with those big flared front fenders I had to be vewwy vewwy careful.

I have driven Circuit de Corse many times and you're right, that bridge can be a bit tricky at the 'staggers'. I could get through in my Lotus 7 but I had to use caution.

My apologies. I was taking a great deal of license (with what I hoped was a humorous slant) with the second sentence in which you had said you couldn't imagine anyone living on Mainland any more. Once again, my attempt at humor fell a bit short. Again, my apologies.