Disconcerting things

Well, top of the list of disconcerting things are:

• earache from orange juice (and from a bunch of other stuff, but... long and totally irrelevant story) and
• my daughter (25, brilliant, geeky marketing person) reads my SL blog and I never knew.  Scary. Meaning I can no longer whine about overwork and feeling crap on this blog because parents shouldn't whine. Apparently.
• In a lousy economic climate, and being a freelancer which is not exactly secure, I am ridiculously fortunate to have masses and MASSES of work (but am too scared to say "no" to any of my clients).

Ooops whining. Better talk about SL then, huh?

Ummm. OK. SL. Vent du Sud, even.

No time to do anything but pay rent (whine whine whine) for weeks ... or rather months now because of work and more work, plus major family visit (4 of them, including two teenage boys and oh boy can they eat but I digress already), and the need to go stare into space of an evening, outside.

Summer and all that. Wine and provence and lavender and peace... there are worse thing.

We have bats that drink out of our pool at night. Which is completely irrelevant to anything, but it's fascinating.

However, and not being one to give up (that) easily, I have paid my rent and - is this a sign? - paid some money into SL and it worked FIRST TIME. No snarky messages from either my bank or LL.

This is a first. 

And why have I put money in?

Well... I miss it. I actually miss Vent du Sud like hell. Can I say hell on a family blog?

I do NOT miss bitchy comments and one-star reviews on the marketplace (AGAIN) because something hasn't been delivered (and did they tell me? No).

I am NOT happy about the fact that somebody flagged an item of mine because of "wrong permissions" without telling me (and the permissions were NOT wrong when I did that hellish migration thing but apparently are now).  I have changed it. Gritting my teeth.

But I do miss it. So many things about it.

You may not understand this, dear daughter (if you are reading it). Or you might.  Working for a gaming company, I hope you will. 

So... better get going again, right?

 (Mind, I still need to juggle SL with the work, the vegetable garden, cooking, more work, travel for work, and now and then a little sleep and a little bat-watching).

But I'll try.

Male poses, SL frustrations and the virtual world's greatest fireplaces

Nothing like an eclectic title, eh?

Not a unique phenomenon I guess, those 'bad SL days'. Or weeks. But take a blend of lots to do (self-inflicted and try to remeber this is a hobby, Ari), prims that refuse to play the game, textures likewise, poseballs... see later..., and people doing weirder things than normal. Result? A grumpier, less motivated version of me.

And low sales don't help - or lower than usual anyway. Let's be honest about this... I'm not in it for the money or I'd be making totally amazing designer clothes instead of furniture and decor, but it would be nice to cover the rent. Still not exactly doing the world's greatest marketing campaign either because I got carried away dismantling a chunk of my house - on purpose may I add - and improving it. One needs a glamorous setting for those Barbie moments, n'est-ce pas? And still doing those, so clearly all is not lost. Quite. Yet.

However, I took some more photos of stuff I've done for friends (and then put on sale - at least I had enough wits to do that). See the pretty!

And before I run out of things to whinge about, is it me, or are most 'male seated' animations not very, y'know, male? Sure there are a few, but the price of the - albeit excellent - copiable ones is making me blink, since the odds of me selling enough pieces to even break even is somewhat remote. See, I have a friend who wants a multi-anim seat for men, and so far she's shaking her head at the freebie and cheapo ones I have and sighing."But Ari, men just don't sit like that". And she's right. My virtual feet are aching with traipsing through animation stores.

And why yes, this is quite possibly a weak excuse to get some nice, new, shiny, comfy, ridiculously high stilettos. Which is one of those little perks of SL, no?

Maybe I don't have the blues that badly after all..