I was sitting at a discussion at one of the venues I more than enjoy, and they were discussing "collectors." I wasn't really listening at the time, since it was in voice chat, and I was doing something else. Spitfire showed up and snuggled into me. She isn't able to do many discussions, simply because … Continue reading The bad ones
Sooooo... the Scifi expo in SL was great! Had fun. Spitfire and I are science fiction nuts. Her alien avatar, my elf from Abode descendant. Yah, we really get into the Scifi stuff. Spitfire and I exploring the sims. Look at the BB8! More explorations. We found a Tardis!!! I never did find it again. … Continue reading Any salve for that burn?
I think it's time for me to walk away... Mum got into my inbox today and showed me some wonderfully expressive logs of something that was documented. Coyote was spouting off to mutual friends of ours about how mum tried trancing her without consent. What Coyote doesn't realize is that I was there. Coyote's stalker … Continue reading Rock and Hard Place
Once again - these are not Spitfire's words, but what I understood from what she said... I was arting the night before I had gone to sleep. She had woken up and was rattled because she was having to take a turn monitoring her father's needs. I was playing with Gimp with some images I … Continue reading Wordless
"I have a task for you, and I plan on doing it too," Spitfire speaks to me just before going to bed for her night. "I will be doing this too. Blog about the Old Guard." I baulk. She gives me the same assignment the next day. And the next. And the next. "I am … Continue reading The Old Guard
Within the last two weeks, along with everything else, this drone in YMO does an emo "I'm gonna leave cause there's nothing here for me." I scratch my head and get into their inbox to find out what is going on. "Its boring and no one to interact with," they tell me, describing how they've … Continue reading Rattled
I barely touched some of the stuff going on while Spitfire was unable to be Spitfire. It's my turn to soak a shoulder or two. See, all of a sudden, I got slammed with a bunch of real life stuff, but nothing like what she was going through. One of my teeth lost a shard. … Continue reading Soaking 2
There's been at least two ways Spitfire has emotionally soaked me. The first way was through their gentle dominance, when she was establishing who was boss. I got my emotional arse drenched by what she did. No, she didn't fill my cup, she dunked me in a pool. That feeling is still pretty fresh in … Continue reading Soaking
Easter weekend, and the galleria is pretty quiet. I'm snuggling with a new drone, Angel, and with Anastazia, a repeat visitor of the galleria. Spitfire and I had an intense discussion while I was djing. Thankfully, I didn't have to voice, but it was still deep, emotional, and more. She had been sent to bed … Continue reading There once was a Bunny and a Duck
I sent Spitfire to bed with a smile today. A small parcel with tea, more origami stars I make, some pens, and the most important thing - a Tardis slouchy hat - had arrived today. She held off opening it till she could get me on skype right before I had to go do the … Continue reading The Hat
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