There's nothing more intimidating than a blank page and a blinking cursor, especially when it's still early and you're still working on your first cup of coffee. You know what you want to say but as soon as you see that blank page your fingers go numb and your brain freezes. At some point you realize you've been staring at the screen for the past several minutes with what I'm sure is a glazed expression.
So I guess the big news is that after February 11th Shop On Rez will cease to be leaving only the website formerly known as SLXchange. Of course, being the subconscious masochist that I am, I just had to list items on Shop On Rez. (I have come to the conclusion that I am the Schleprock of the Universe - if you don't know who Schleprock is, spend some time watching the Flintstones. Somehow I always manage to gravitate to and fall in love with the product that either becomes difficult to find or is discontinued altogether.) After much reading, a few questions, repackaging and much uploading I am finally moved over to XStreet (SLX...whatever) and I didn't have all that much listed on Shop On Rez. This really made me feel sorry for the people who have a few pages worth of items to be moved...if they're not listing in both places.
All the style demos (at least in the main store at the moment) are now free. I'll get around to changing the other locations shortly. The one thing I have been toying with for awhile is 'Exclusives'. I've been playing around with texture creation for the past several months (when time allows) and have come up with some interesting ones. They really don't belong together in a pack and some of the textures wouldn't be appropriate for every hairstyle. There would only be 5 available of each color I chose to release it in. After that, no more would be released for that hairstyle in that color.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
New Style
No ramblings this time. Probably because I'm still working on my first cup of coffee. Besides, it's still early and have yet to be driven batty by the days events...which is one of the main causes of my ramblings on here.
I've called this one Katt. I had started work on this style about a month ago and then stopped. I started out trying to create it one way which I found wasn't working so I stopped, thought about it for awhile and then dove in and tried it again. It took a lot of playing around, especially with the bangs, before I was happy with the results. As you can see, it's a short style that's curly in the back and a smooth look in the front. The colors shown in the picture are Chili (Red Pack2), Black Mandarin (Black Meld Pack), Midnight (Black Pack) and Gin & Tonic (White Pack).
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Something Different
Marco, a friend that has a widely read humor blog in SL, read my last post and got a chuckle out of my comments about marriage. (I was actually happy I was able to give him a laugh for a change.) Marco writes about a wide variety of things... I write about what I know. Marriage. So I thought 'why not'. I'll do a post here and there on my blog about marriage. It is after all my blog. Muwwwaahahaha *cough* So here's the first post....
If you're a young, wide-eyed girl thinking that the wedding is going to be your day as Princess, you're marrying Prince Charming and you'll live happily ever after, I got news for you, honey. Let's start with the wedding, shall we?
Fantasy Clashes with Reality
The Fantasy
You're radiant as you gracefully traverse the distance down the aisle to your waiting Prince Charming. The kindly, smiling minister guides the ceremony to it's inevitable conclusion of the kiss as husband and wife. The sun is shining as you exit the church arm in arm with your beloved while precious, pristine children toss flower petals at your feet while still others attend your cathedral length train. You enter a limousine that whisks you to the reception where you eat, drink and dance the night away in bliss. Around midnight you and your soulmate retire to your honeymoon suite to consummate the marriage with wild abandon.
The Reality
You've spent months planning and organizing and now you just want to get it over with. You walk down the aisle with bags under your eyes because you've been up all night having a panic about last minute things you forgot to do. The minister launches on a tirade about the sins of living together before you're married and almost refuses to marry you. The weather has crapped out and what had started off looking like a beautiful day has now clouded over and is threatening rain. Your over-zealous nephew gets a hold of a bag of confetti, grabs the closed end of the bag and with a swing of the arm that would rival a G-Force of 3, flings the entire bag at you. Still reeling from the clobbering you got from the confetti, you stagger into the back of your uncle's 1975 Ford LTD clawing at the 20 yards of fabric that make up your train to haul it into the car with you. You look like you've grown a third boob from all the confetti in your bra and discreetly try to empty it on the way to the reception.
You arrive at the reception thinking you can now relax and begin to enjoy yourself somewhat. Family and friends have other ideas. You find that not only do your mother and his mother have nothing in common, they don't get along. Various family members take turns in the coat room restraining one of the mothers while you ponder how much electricity is too much for the fence you'll need to erect to keep these two apart. As the bride, you'll get to see more of your new family. Too much. Your brother-in-law decides to present you with body parts only his wife and mother have seen up to this point. You'll now spend the rest of your life trying to replace the mental image of the body part with the picture of his face.
Things begin to wind down and you finally leave the reception. Sex? Yeah right. If you get 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep, a massage, some peace and quiet and a hot bath, you'll think about it. Besides, while you were at the reception you come home to find you've been betrayed by your friends. Condoms are strung in the most creative places and you're not sure what the substance is in the bathroom sink but you're convinced you will have to call a biohazard team with bunny suits to have it removed. The bed has been short sheeted and you keep wondering what that hideous smell is coming from the kitchen but you're too tired to do anything about it. (After some diligent hunting the next day with wads of toilet paper shoved up your nose to combat the stench you find the culprit. You then spend the next several years wondering how a piece of raw octopus managed to get lodged in the cavity of top of your stove between the burners.) For several weeks supper time will be a continual surprise since all the labels were removed off the cans in your pantry. Your husband learns not to question the fact he's being served Alpo for supper.
If you're a young, wide-eyed girl thinking that the wedding is going to be your day as Princess, you're marrying Prince Charming and you'll live happily ever after, I got news for you, honey. Let's start with the wedding, shall we?
Fantasy Clashes with Reality
The Fantasy
You're radiant as you gracefully traverse the distance down the aisle to your waiting Prince Charming. The kindly, smiling minister guides the ceremony to it's inevitable conclusion of the kiss as husband and wife. The sun is shining as you exit the church arm in arm with your beloved while precious, pristine children toss flower petals at your feet while still others attend your cathedral length train. You enter a limousine that whisks you to the reception where you eat, drink and dance the night away in bliss. Around midnight you and your soulmate retire to your honeymoon suite to consummate the marriage with wild abandon.
The Reality
You've spent months planning and organizing and now you just want to get it over with. You walk down the aisle with bags under your eyes because you've been up all night having a panic about last minute things you forgot to do. The minister launches on a tirade about the sins of living together before you're married and almost refuses to marry you. The weather has crapped out and what had started off looking like a beautiful day has now clouded over and is threatening rain. Your over-zealous nephew gets a hold of a bag of confetti, grabs the closed end of the bag and with a swing of the arm that would rival a G-Force of 3, flings the entire bag at you. Still reeling from the clobbering you got from the confetti, you stagger into the back of your uncle's 1975 Ford LTD clawing at the 20 yards of fabric that make up your train to haul it into the car with you. You look like you've grown a third boob from all the confetti in your bra and discreetly try to empty it on the way to the reception.
You arrive at the reception thinking you can now relax and begin to enjoy yourself somewhat. Family and friends have other ideas. You find that not only do your mother and his mother have nothing in common, they don't get along. Various family members take turns in the coat room restraining one of the mothers while you ponder how much electricity is too much for the fence you'll need to erect to keep these two apart. As the bride, you'll get to see more of your new family. Too much. Your brother-in-law decides to present you with body parts only his wife and mother have seen up to this point. You'll now spend the rest of your life trying to replace the mental image of the body part with the picture of his face.
Things begin to wind down and you finally leave the reception. Sex? Yeah right. If you get 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep, a massage, some peace and quiet and a hot bath, you'll think about it. Besides, while you were at the reception you come home to find you've been betrayed by your friends. Condoms are strung in the most creative places and you're not sure what the substance is in the bathroom sink but you're convinced you will have to call a biohazard team with bunny suits to have it removed. The bed has been short sheeted and you keep wondering what that hideous smell is coming from the kitchen but you're too tired to do anything about it. (After some diligent hunting the next day with wads of toilet paper shoved up your nose to combat the stench you find the culprit. You then spend the next several years wondering how a piece of raw octopus managed to get lodged in the cavity of top of your stove between the burners.) For several weeks supper time will be a continual surprise since all the labels were removed off the cans in your pantry. Your husband learns not to question the fact he's being served Alpo for supper.
Friday, January 9, 2009
It's 2009!
Happy New Year to everyone. Now that all the gifts are opened and all the celebrations are done the next thing we have to look forward to is spring. If the last three weeks of horrendous weather is Mother Nature's way of telling me spring is going to be a long time in coming I could end up being nuttier than grandma's Christmas pudding. I mean I could get on a soapbox on here to rant and rave but that's what I have a husband for. (Any woman that's married will know the sympathetic nod and occasional "uh huh" while he's reading the paper or watching TV which means he's on marriage auto-pilot and not paying any attention at all. Incidentally, if you want him to actually look at you once in awhile try punctuating your rant with wild arm gesticulations. I guarantee he will occasionally look up even if it is just to have a peek at the floor show to make sure his survival isn't threatened.) I digress....at least I'm entertaining. I hope.
Okay...I'm kicking 2009 off with the hairstyle I call Rave.
The color shown is Strawberry Kiss. The main photo is the basic hair while the insets at the side are the options that come with it. (Click on the picture to get the larger image.) The second photo at the side is the style with full options - bangs and goggles. There's three goggle options and these attach to the chin. The bangs attach to the mouth. Of course any of these attachment positions can be changed but you will have to maneuver the item into place if you change attachment points.
Okay...I'm kicking 2009 off with the hairstyle I call Rave.
The color shown is Strawberry Kiss. The main photo is the basic hair while the insets at the side are the options that come with it. (Click on the picture to get the larger image.) The second photo at the side is the style with full options - bangs and goggles. There's three goggle options and these attach to the chin. The bangs attach to the mouth. Of course any of these attachment positions can be changed but you will have to maneuver the item into place if you change attachment points.
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