What your name says about you quiz

Apparently my name says I’m a sex fiend of sort Guess I’ll need to carry a stick so Shockwave won’t molest me!!!!

What’s Sexy About Your Name

You are sexy because you are a talented lover. You take being good in bed very seriously. You are willing to do anything to make sure your partner is satisfied. You work hard in the bedroom. And you’re always up for trying out something new. You’re always dreaming up new ideas and techniques. You are very sexually experienced. You’ve done a lot, even if you haven’t had many partners. Unlike other people, you don’t need to be in love to get intimate with someone. You’re open to many experiences with many people. And there’s no way you could love all of them!

What’s Sexy About Your Name?

DJ GoSpeed at 2 gigs today

Today I have the honor DJing at the Museum of Robots in the Kubrick sim from 930-1030 AM SLT. I’ll have a few Sci-Fi and future themed tunes to play.

From 4-6pm SLT I’ll be back at Fibber Magees in the Dublin 3 sim to spin some hot rock and roll!

I hope to see you there!

Chapter 5 – Tears

I felt full. It felt rather good actually where as hunger hurt, made me weak. I pushed away from the table and stood up. Funny, standing up in a fluid motion. I am so used to just popping out of chairs and snapping into place when I sit. Eating was a pleasant but weird experience. I’ve never eaten before but I somehow knew how to do it. It was like I was programmed to know. But I knew why I knew. Coming to terms with that was the hard part. Damn! All this thinking! Will my mind ever stop? I was so used to being led along and directed. Someone else made me move,thought for me, spoke for me, gave me a life. Now, I was in charge and I felt so lost. I was also a woman but I am pretty sure I was no lady! Sigh, was I destined to be a freak here?

Rav and Iza were murmuring quietly with each other while Sarah kept her eyes on me while I ate. I smiled at her and she beamed right back at me. Children weren’t that common on the grid. Even then they were adults who pretended to be young. Sarah was a genuine child and a sweet one at that. At least she was “born”, I was created. On the grid I was pieces and colors. Polygons shaped my body, textured draped my skins and clothes, and I wore prims for hair, shoes and jewlery. I tugged at my T-shirt and it was loose. I could slide a finger under the sleeve no problem. I rubbed my left foot against my right and the right shoe came off. It came OFF! I stared at it, waiting for it to vanish. Is there autoreturn here? I giggled at the thought. They have an 8 year old child so they better turn it on! I also noticed I had distinct toes. Oh! I could wriggle them too!

“Go, do you have a wallet or purse?”, Iza asked me.  I shook my head no but then remembered my Lo-Lo purse. As I sat down again the purse appeared under my left arm. Rav just shook his head and said, “I think that validates her story. This is not normal, no  one can simply materialze objects out of thin air.”

Suddenly a yellow squirt gun appeared on the table. Sarah grabbed it and began shooting me! Rav quickly grabbed it took it away to Sarah’s considerable protestations. Then a medicine bottle appeared and dropped to the floor making a loud fart sound as it landed. I kicked the bottle and it made another fart sound. Heh heh, so funny!

“Take it off, now!” commanded Rav. As I took it off my shoulder it recalled what it could do. This purse also drops bricks, kitchen sinks, and condoms. Too late, a Trojan condom still in its foil wrapper dropped to the table. I held my arms out as if to say “Don’t touch it!”

“Nobody touch it, we don’t need sheep running around the house!”, said Rav.

“Go, you have got to be really carefull what you rez here, they can cause real damage. No guns or weapons of any sort. No horses, no sailboats or starships. If you rez something big it could tear up our home. We don’t have phantom walls here Go!”

One by one the objects disappeared, squirt gun, pill bottle, and condom. I wonder, would a real sheep appear or a stuffed doll? Maybe next time I”ll find out.

I left the purse on the table as we retired back to the family room. I sat back down on the couch and leaned my head back, looking at the ceiling. Rav tapped me on the shoulder and handed me the laptop. No, not now I gestured. I put both my hands to my head and shook it. This was getting to be too much. I was getting overloaded with information; words, thoughts sounds, sensations, eating, smelling, tasting. I just needed quiet. I closed my eyes, but the tears came anyways. I cried, softly at first, and the sobs got louder and deeper as I let go of my pain. Every sob releasing my pent up fears and frustrations. Sarah
quickly hoped on the couch and put her arms around me, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. Rav and Iza came up to me, Rav kneeling and Iza on my side. Rav held a free hand and Iza placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me with words.

“GoSpeed, it’s OK. Youll be fine”, said Sarah, trying her best to cheer me up. Iza handed me a tissue as I blew my nose. Blew my nose, yet another weird thing I had to deal with. This is so hard. I just want to log off. I closed my eyes and concentrated but I could not see a menu to even log off with! I’m stuck here, great.

“Go, do you want to lie down and rest?”, asked Iza.

I nodded my head yes and focused in my mind on the inventory menu. Pajamas, yes, I have a few pair. I selected them, but before I wore them I crossed my legs and folded my arms across my chest. I think the last change of clothes upset them. I followed Iza up the staircase. Boy, so many steps, and it’s work to walk up them! She led me into the guest room and showed me the bed. I was half expecting pose balls when the sheets were pulled back. I slid into bed, marvelling at the softness of the mattress and and coolness of the sheets. The coolness faded away to be replaced by a comfortable warmth as I lay still in the bed looking up at Iza.

“If you need something, come get us. The bathroom is the first door on your right.”

I smiled a “thank you” to her and she left the room, closing the door behind her. I rolled to my right and looked at the tree shadow on the shade and closed my eyes….. darkness….

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So many events, so many pictures

Again another week or so goes by so packed with events I fall behind in my blogging. Below is a collection of pics outlining what I’ve been up to:

Me and Rav settle into Nowhereville

I get described as a self promoting whore in Plurk, which is a bit like the pot calling the kettle black:

I crash, or rather Honour McMillan crashes a blimp into the Clocktower. Silly Canadians

I get to feel like Prisoner #6!

Nowhereville floods and I chase looters off my land. GET OFF MY LAKE!

Pirate Party, YAY!

DJing at Extropia!

A Divorce part between Hope Clary and Stuart Warf

Fun with FD Flickrtoys

More pirates, arrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!

Say what you will about Prokofy, but he cuts a dashing figure.

A random pose and a bit of photo manipulation yields this picture:

Botgirl transforms my avatar’s appearance:

and I get frisky with her cuddle bot/ALT

SO much going on and I have little time to write about it, but I do document with pictures. I hope you enjoy them!

Chapter 4 – What’s for Lunch?

We watched as GoSpeed slowly settle back into the couch and drift off to sleep, snoring ever so slightly as she did. Again I noticed that the she did not sink very much into the cushions. It was if she were light as a feather. I looked to my wife expressing my disbelief again. As skeptical as I was, yet intrigued by who or what she really was. Our daughter Sarah, noticing that Go was asleep sat on the couch next to her and held her hand. Now my girl is very friendly and sociable but this was odd. Sarah seemed very much at ease with this new person in the house. Well, not exactly new, she’d seen GoSpeed’s avatar on screen a lot the past year or so. I asked my wife if she saw what I did when Go seemingly changed her clothes while still dressed. No doubt about it she said, we both saw it for our own eyes. How the hell did she pull that trick off? I touched her pant legs and her sleeves and the fabric felt pretty normal. I touch her arm where the sweater covered it before and it felt like normal skin. Baffling, so baffling.

My wife and I talked quietly for about an hour about where she may have come from, who she may be and what would we do with her. We assumed she was some local Second Life user who was a GoSpeed stalker who gleaned enough information about who and where we were in RL. But then again her resemblance to the avatar was striking and the clothes changing trick was something hard to explain. Go stirred slightly and opened her eyes slowly. At first she seemed lost, confused, but seemed to recognize us quickly with a big toothy smile. The same squinty eyed smile her smiling attachment gave her in SL. Her stomach growled loudly and she began to weave a bit as she remained sitting on the couch. “Oh you must be hungry”, my wife said. She got up and got a ripe banana from the counter and gave it to Go. Go just stared at it, then slowly turned it around to inspect it. She looked around the room at us with an inquisitive look. Sarah said, “I’ll peel it for you!” and proceeded to peel the banana open for her. Go took the half peeled banana from my daughter and took a small bite from the end. “Mmmm”, she murmured and began to eat it quickly. In no time at all the banana was gone and if not for the quick actions of my daughter I feared Go would have eaten the peel! Energized, GoSpeed sat up tall and looked about and pointed at her stomach again. “Still hungry?”, I said. Go shook her head yes and again my wife got up and rummaged through the fridge producing a plate with slices of turkey meat, cheddar cheese, and carrots. That plate was soon empty as was the glass of water I gave her.
“Go, can you speak?”, I asked. She opened her mouth as if to talk, but no sound came out. A look of consternation spread over her face as she tried again and again to utter a sound, failing to so much make a peep. Sighing, she shook her head no and lifted her hands to make a typing motion. It clicked in my mind that she wanted to type something. I walked over to the end table and got the small laptop. I sat next to Go who watched with growing curiosity as I booted it up. Firefox launched and I briefly noted an article about the Hadron Collider on my start up page. I minimized Firefox and launched MS Word. I handed the laptop to Go who squealed with delight.
“Go, why can’t you speak?”.
She typed back and turned the screen towards me.
“I don’t know hon, I have the words, but nothing comes out. It’s like a grayed out button.”
“So who are you really? Where did you come from?”
“I am GoSpeed Racer, a Second Life Avatar. I’m from the grid. But this is not the grid, is it?”
“No, this is not the grid and you do look very much like GoSpeed, but she’s just bits of data, you’re flesh and blood. Come on, really, who are you?”
“I am GoSpeed, dammit!”, she typed and then put her hands on her hips and gave me a particularly scary looking angry expression, a look that mimicked the expression of an SL avatar. She typed again, “I am who I say I am. I know who I am and I know who you are. You tell me what’s going on. One moment I am TP-ing somewhere and the next I am freezing my ass off by some mail boxes!…. And why is it still light outside?!?!?”
“Who dropped you off at the mailboxes then, your mother?”, asked my wife.
GoSpeed paused, perplexed and confused for a few moments and then typed her response, slowly at first.
“I don’t have a mother or father…, I… You, you made me, Rav.”
“Umm, OK, sure. You look to be about, oh 28 years old, give or take a few years.”
“Take” she typed and grinned and shook her head as if her youth was not to be questioned.
“Ok, at most 28. I am 43. I DID NOT father any children when I was 15 years old. I hardly dated anyone on high school and much less make some black girl pregnant either.” I gave my wife a reassuring look and was relieved when she did not question my protestation of innocence.
“Stop being silly Rav, I am not your flesh and blood, I was born 10 November 2006. Just look at my pro… look it up online.” She looked off in the distance, as if to remember something. “In fact my avatar was male the first few weeks. Thank god I’m better looking now!”
“Well I think you’re narrowing it down a bit with that information. Not everyone knows all the details of your ‘birth’. Again, who told you all this stuff?”
“I know it from you. All I know I know from you. More or less. I seem to have these thoughts about things I’ve never had before. But that is beside the point. I know who I am and where I came from. I just don’t know how the hell I got here.”
With that she folded her arms and sat back. I could tell she was getting frustrated.
“Listen, I’m sorry, but what you are saying is just a bit too preposterous to believe. A mental construct can’t just come to life. Pinocchio just can’t leap off the movie screen and claim to be real. Do you understand where I am coming from?”
“Didn’t Pinocchio become real?”
“Fiction, that was fiction. We are in the real world and this just does not happen.”
Just then a series of white lights spun around GoSpeed and then vanished.
“I’m just putting my sunglasses on. Oh, someone named Carson is approaching the house too.”
The doorbell rang and Sarah rushed to the door to greet her neighbor friend. We told Sarah it was OK to go outside to play and the house became quiet again.

My wife was about to speak when Go lifted her hands up, inspecting the nails. She furrowed her brows and then, amazingly her nails changed from red to plum. Well, I think at that point we began to seriously reconsider our position. Could this really be GoSpeed in the flesh?

“So, what’s for dinner? I’m still hungry!”

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The sights from my home in Nowhereville

What with the reformation and renovation of Nowhereville the sights are truly beautiful here. from my location in the south parcel one can see most of the islands when Draw distance is set to 512m:

Beladona lives underwater and has a wrecked galleon in her “yard”

Looking north you can just make out the tower:

Blaksleeworld to the south:

Los Arboles to the East:

The neighbors are pretty cool:

Of course Crap seems to attract catastrophes:

All around a pretty nice place

DJ GoSpeed @ Edloe 5-630PM SLT

Join me tonight at the Clocktower in Edloe as I wind things down this week and play it a bit softer. Tonight you’ll fly away, fall in love and settle down. So take off the bling, dress nice, and rezz those v4 dances for you and your sweety. Lose yourselves in the music tonight…… peace

Now live and direct from Nowhereville

After waiting 6 weeks wondering if I’ll ever be selected to live there I finally got the tap on the shoulder from Crap Mariner that a parcel was waiting for me in Nowhereville. First things first was to get a home and then fill it up. A trip to “Homes By Isabel” proved to be productive as I found this beauty:

Of course Crap pulled a prank and put an SL Live Radio poster on the house. Rav took it down and burned it.

Sorry Cher! No offense!

We wasted no time breaking in ABBA as our receptionist. Poor gal needs more training. She’s trying to write without a pencil or paper:

Good help is so hard to find. <sigh>

Me and Rav have been furnishing the house together. Rav opted for one of those fancy multipose couches. There were problems with it at first. Seems LL borked one of the scripts, but the creator was able to come up with a fix expeditiously. This doesn’t bode well I think. What with Ravishal “on the market” and a functioning cuddle couch I might come home one night to a shuttered house and a sweater tied to the door.

That’s OK, I could crash at beladona’s, Madisons, or Nika’s place for a while.

I predict we’ll have a blast living here. Crap Mariner as the landlord, Martians across the strait, podcasters for neighbors, and creative wizards like Banana Stein and Dedric Mauriac in the neighborhood. What a hell of a mix!

GoSpeed

DJ GoSpeed @ the Clocktower in Edloe 5-7pm SLT

Hey one, Hey all!

I’ll be playing  tonite at the Clocktower in Edloe from 5-7pm SLT. Tonight we play songs about losers, like Simple Simon, Winners, fighters. To contrast that we’ll hve something sweet and walk on home. Bring a friend!!!!

If you can’t make it please tune in via KONA Radio http://www.konastream.com