Dillon Levenque
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Okay, I just went back a few pages and Skell's question about you/your avatar differences is still at least relatively current.
Similarities: We both have blue eyes, and we are both ridiculously attractive. One of those statements might have involved some truth-bending.
Neither of us has much body hair (well Dillon has close to zero, but I'm only a bit shaggier. She gets it from a skin, I get it from a Chikasaw woman who married into my paternal ancestry and has been making her preferences known for three male generations I know of: mine, the one before me, and the one since. To say I like that a lot would be a wild understatement.
We are both SUCH good dancers. I am so sorry, I had planned to bring independent verification of the Not Dillon part of that statement but my secretary misplaced the paperwork. Take my word for it.
Differences
As Dillon, I'm blonde, pretty much 100% of the time. There have been brief exceptions, usually for special occasions, but I've never spent much time in a different color just to see how it works. When I'm not Dillon, my hair is dark brown. Okay lol. Some of it still is, but it's really hard to see cuz all the damn grey reflects so much light!
Dillon has a slender build, not wimpy but not noticeably muscled either. Her shoulders are a bit broad compared to most females. When I'm not Dillon I stumble along with even broader shoulders and probably some noticeable musculature. Most people don't notice that so much, possibly because it seems normal considering my knuckles drag when I walk.
Dillon is not happy with her hands; she thinks they are too large (much of which has to do with the hodgepodge of her shape) and when she has time plans to investigate all the new options SL offers such as Slink et al that will allow her to change that merely by spending astronomical sums of money. When I'm not Dillon, I'm okay with my hands. I really wish my fingers weren't so short (do not EVEN Donald Trump on me here) because it really cramps my style playing guitar. I do have short fingers. I do not have small hands. All I have to do to make my hands look not small is make a fist.
Dillon cares more about what she's wearing than I do when I am not Dillon. Not WAY more, but more. And to say she looks better in a miniskirt, stockings and boots would just be pointing out the obvious.
I am not sure how this happens, but I know that it does. Dillon's responses and possibly even thought processes are different from mine when I am not Dillon. I have seen this far too many times to doubt it. Dillon as Dillon quite frequently SAYS things that would sound normal coming from a woman. If I were not Dillon I would use different words, different phrasing, to say essentially the same thing. Understand I'm not talking about being all cutesy or giggling or anything (I try never to giggle). I'm talking about normal conversation. It's really hard to describe all this but I am not imagining it.
And THAT might be the part I like best about Second Life. A part of me that is a very real part of me, one that manifested fully in RL but that I felt I had to suppress for my family's sake (this all came upon me much later in life than normal: I was in my forties or around there) is allowed free expression in this wondrous place.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to set the "Drone on and on" brake again?
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lol. I actually came here to add a post but (as so often happens) got distracted by the Unread Posts since my last visit and forgot.
I don't save Favorites or Bookmarks for anything SL or much of anything else, not even on my home PC, let alone at work. I'm just somehow driven to leave as few digital footprints as possible. Thus, to get here I always go to Google and type "forums second life", which invariably pulls up a page link that will get me in.
The reason I wanted to post this dumb thing here, in this massively silly thread, has to do with typos. THREE TIMES I typed "forums sex" while watching my words on the monitor. Each time I deleted and started over, and twice I again typed "forums sex" before stopping myself. I was almost yelling WTF! Then I realized my left hand was shifted a little too far left. I could start out okay but by the time I needed a 'c' my left hand had slid so far over it gave me an 'x'..
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9 hours ago, Aislin Ceawlin said:
Wait, what's the right answer? (You frighten me, Alwin,
) Actually, I love it with cream and sugar, but like it with lemon as well.
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!".
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Aye. Real life too, n'est pas?
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7 hours ago, Rhonda Huntress said:
I'm glad you told me now. I would have been very disappointed tomorrow.
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.
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4 hours ago, bebejee said:
And if you're not a sex bunny why are you finding offense is something decent?
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!
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3 hours ago, Rhonda Huntress said:
A long time ago when I first started working for this company, we spent one day per year talking about what we did last year and what we want to do next year. We listed 3 to 5 accomplishments along with 1 or 2 things we would like to do better and set 3 or so solid objectives for the next year. One page. No more than a dozen lines.
Over the years my company has grown a lot. After acquisitions, mergers and spin-offs we are now valued at almost 100 times the value of when I started. It has been an incredible journey to be a part of. But with every step, the red tape gets more complex. With more complexity, the fundamentals get lost and need to be re-focused on.
I just had my mid year review. This is one of 4 total meetings I will have to discuss goals with my boss this year. There are 3 programs with detailed information I have to keep updated all saying the same BS in different ways. There is the big official performance contract with 5 objectives, each of which have at least 12 bullet points and none of them pertain to my job; they are just assigned objectives for everyone in corporate staff. Next is the Leadership competencies where I have to pick 5 buzz words from a list and say how I did something this year that required my use and understanding of that Leadership Value™. I am also expected to make up 2 of my own buzz words and say how they have helped me with a shared value experience (the thought of this bull sh** literally makes me nauseous). Also there is my 5 year planner appended to what is in effect an 8 page resume' that I have to up date twice a year.
Last year we had to add ... drum roll please ... a one page document listing 3 to 5 accomplishments along with 1 or 2 things we would like to do better and 3 or so solid objectives for the next year. It seems the key points were getting lost in the clutter. We now have to have a current photo attached to this list. It also now has our performance rating for the past 5 years along with job titles, pay grades, mid point percents, and when those changes over the past 5 years automatically appended to it.
If there is something that will make me retire early, this is it. I am sick of the self-promoting dog and pony shows I am supposed to do.
Rant complete.
Carry on, Citizen, it's just white people problems.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.
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13 hours ago, Xerxes Kingstop said:
Imo have a quick geekgasm. Please forgive me.
The term "RL" as we use it in Second Life bothers me like a pebble in my shoe.
Personally I like the term "Meatspace", as opposed to "Cyberspace" but that terminology is as outdated as "golly gee whillikers!" and most listeners have never heard it. *sigh*
I am sincerely not asking any of you to change. I'll be fine. I just had a moment, there.
/rant, derez soap box
Thank you for not cringing
... much
... where I could see ya.
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.
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Also. Dres seems just great, Maddy. I replied in a thread of his not fifteen minutes ago. ;-)
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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.
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1 hour ago, Dresden Ceriano said:
I think you're effed up and I like you a lot.
...Dres
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.
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20 hours ago, Madelaine McMasters said:
Hang on Clover, I'm coming!...
That shore is a purty tractor, Ma'am!
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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?
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21 hours ago, Xerxes Kingstop said:
and the wordnerdage as well as mathage inspired my salute
...age.
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".
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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.
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6 hours ago, Madelaine McMasters said:
I do love making things here. One of the best things I made was really more accident than planning. I made a one prim contemplation spot, a dandelion platform that poofed seeds into the inky black (I also made a Milky Way version that poofed stars). During the making of it, I discovered that the SL wind (at that time, I think it's no longer the case) blew in different directions and speeds in different places on the same sim. The effect was beautiful for particle emitters at maximum radius, but I had to work out a way to keep the viewer from culling tiny particles (like pin-point stars) at those distances. Once I figured out that trick, the results were, to me at least, magical. I don't think I have a video that shows the full effect of the varying wind vectors, and it may be impossible to recreate that now. A few years ago I noticed that the SL wind was blowing uniformly across the entire sim I was on, so I presumed they "fixed" the wind to reduce computation complexity for the viewer. That fix eliminated much of the magic of my little contemplation spot.
Here's all the evidence that remains of that one-prim creation...
https://www.flickr.com/photos/58030004@N06/8403826343/in/dateposted-public/
That's a video, so wait a few seconds for the play arrow to appear, then start it. Watch carefully at the very beginning. The dandelion seeds at the top of the frame are drifting up, those at the bottom are drifting down.
I do still have the contemplation spot. One of these days I'll rez it somewhere and see if the magic (variable wind vector) has returned.
Well....not quite all the evidence, Maddy. ;-)
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On 6/14/2017 at 11:25 AM, Rhonda Huntress said:
Excuse me while I nerd ...
Near the end of Mass Effect 3, the heroes make a run for a portal beam that is heavily guarded. Lots of pew-pew and haaannnngggggg later you hear on the radio that the entire team has been decimated. So of course I say "great! That means 90% of them are still alive."
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.
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On 6/14/2017 at 7:40 PM, Madelaine McMasters said:
I have two moms (maybe three now?). Main Mom and Emergency Backup Mom, a neighbor who was present at my birth. They're both still here, 89 and 96 respectively. Two years ago, another long time neighbor passed away after a horrific battle with cancer. I babysat her daughter when I was a tween. I moved away after college and got married, and was surprised to learn that she'd gotten unexpectedly pregnant (now in her forties) and divorced her alcoholic husband after the baby's (Mac) birth. The daughter, now college age, went to live with the ex, leaving my neighbor to raise a kid on her own while trying to keep her career going.
Dad, ever the white haired knight, became the surrogate man in their lives. Over the years, hubby and I would stop over and find him reading Suess with Mac nestled in his lap, or in the back yard digging in the dirt or playing catch. I'd join in when I had the time. Then I got divorced, moved back home and Mom and Dad moved into a retirement village a mile away, to deal with the Alzheimer's that was starting to take him away. And I found myself with a 10 year neighbor who wanted to play catch and drive the tractor. He knew I had a good arm... and the keys. And I could bake lemon poppy muffins.
Mac was spoiled by his mom, my dad and probably me. Then cancer took my neighbor (on Mother's Day, dammit) and now I'm stuck with a 23 year old jackass. Nobody can make me cuss like that kid. He graduates from college next year and I am, I think, sharing your feelings, though probably not as acutely. Whenever I send him something, I pack the box with eleven lemon poppy muffins instead of bubble wrap. I want him to know he shared one muffin with his Emergency Backup Mom.
Everybody should have one.
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. :-)
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We need a box that says "REALLY Like this"
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15 hours ago, Charolotte Caxton said:
Aha! I got it to quote again! Forgotten City is gone? Where will we establish a new story? Where's Dillon at, and the rest of the crew? I never left, I was banned, but I'm back, thanks software update
Hiya, Charolotte! Big hugs :-). I think about our Forgotten City days still from time to time. A once in a SLifetime experience, I think.
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On 6/8/2017 at 8:43 AM, LittleMe Jewell said:
My previous cat was a tortie and I had her from roughly 3 years old until about 12 years. I grew up with cats, but my Callie was truly the best cat I ever had. After she passed, it was about 8 years before I got another cat. I let my husband have some Huskies for a while in the meantime. When they passed on, I was finally ready to get a new cat. I now have two and while one of them is almost as great as Callie was, it still isn't quite the same.
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.
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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.
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) Actually, I love it with cream and sugar, but like it with lemon as well.
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Well crud, Talli. That really bites. Hugs.