Fictional Influences for GoSpeed

Having read Zoe Connolly’s blog about fictional influences I gave it some thought. Here are a few who influenced me:

Diahann Carroll from the series “Julia“. She was a very attractive and I think GoSpeed most looks like her.

Then there was Marla Gibbs who was most well known as the cheeky maid Florence Johnston from The Jeffersons TV series. While not as sarcastic as Florence was Go is a little outspoken and not very politically correct.

Be Right Back: A Photographic Exhibition of SL Bloggers and Friends

A repost from Tymmerie’s blog………..

Be Right Back: A Photographic Exhibition of SL Bloggers and Friends art show that we are setting up! (Yup, this is the tasteful nude photo meme exhibit I mentioned earlier.) We are kicking it off with a PARTY and EVERYONE IS INVITED!!!!! Sorry for yelling, but I am very serious. Be there!!!! Non-bloggers, bloggers, readers, Lindens, art lovers, newbies oldbies, EVERYONE!

Here are some details:

What: Opening Reception for the Be Right Back: A Photographic Exhibition of SL Bloggers and Friends. Enjoy music, dancing, an open bar, hors d’oeuvres, and wonderful photography. GoSpeed Racer will DJ the event.

When: Saturday June 13th

Time: 11:00 am – 1:00 pm SLT

Where: A SLURL will be provided closer to the day of the party.

Dress Code: Formal attire requested.

I hope to see you there!

/me jumps up and down excitedly.

A bit of cheese cake, or is it cheese steak?

After a long break it seems memes are coming back. Marnix Malifozik has stirred the pot and pulled this little gem out: nekkid but tasteful butt pics . Here’s my contribution…..

Hot stuff!

I was able to rope Rav and Abba into this early on a Saturday morning. No doubt they still weren’t totally coherent, hence their easy capitulation.

The “Art” shot. I missed the graphic glitch on Rav’s behind so I had to blurry it up a bit to hide it.

Electric Sex

“ABBA, We have to talk about something. What do you know about this thing on the console?”

“Oh Gosh GoSpeed! I don’t know anything about this! It’s kinda strange, no… tacky actually. You don’t really think I’d rez something like that in the studio!”

“Hmmm, well that leaves only one person then.”

“Just where does Ravishal get this kinda stuff!?!?”

SL barfed up my lost objects

Last Saturday night I was DJing an opening at a comic art store and I rezzed a few items. As the even came to a close I began picking up my objects but encountered problems. Several of them disappeared and never made it back to my inventory. Not the first time it’s happened and I figured I lost them for good . However I was surprised to get an offline IM that several objects were returned today, Thursday the 21st. One was returned with this message :

Second Life: Your 2 objects have been returned to your inventory lost and found folder near parcel ‘1*TTJP Socks Shop Bay City’ at Bay City – Falconmoon 2, -1 because it went off-world.

and the other;
Second Life: Your object ‘Object’ has been returned to your inventory lost and found folder from parcel ‘1*TTJP Socks Shop Bay City’ at Bay City – Falconmoon 2, 0 due to parcel auto return.

Rezzing them produced some interesting discoveries:

A busted rotating tip jar:

no biggie, it’s copiable.

My Syrtaki line dance set:

and finally my prized posession, The Mach 5 Racer:

A prim was out of place and ALL the scripts were missing, pretty much rendering it useless.

The tip jar, pffft. No big deal, but the original creators for the car and dance do not answer IMs. I guess I am pretty much hosed Has this ever happened to you?

Chapter 9 – Lost In Space

GoSpeed rotated her head back so she could look straight up again after Rav situated himself on the ground. The ground was hard, cool and slightly damp. “Yuck, I hate being wet in my clothes”, she thought. That’s OK, I can rez some dry ones later, she realized. A few birds flew overhead and she watched them go from one side of the sky to another as they disappeard behind some trees. A slight puff of wind would occasionally  blow across her making the tip of her nose feel cool only to warm up again from the sun’s rays. The smell…. earthy, grassy, maybe a touch of decay from dead leaves. A few hundred yards away somebody started their riding mower and it emanated a low rumble and hum heard throughout the subdivision. Even closer, to her right, a few children were in the yard playing with their toys and engaging in playful banter.

After becoming accustomed to the sights and sounds around her she began to focus on herself. While on the Grid her senses were limited. There was sight, some sound and a vague sense of touch. Her body was a set of stiff objects flexing about pivot joints and her insides were almost hollow. Much like a pinata or paper mache doll she was pretty much a pretty shell. Here, where she was now, it was different, very much different. She felt thick,like she was full of stuff. She could push things and they would move with a bit of effort. On the grid you could move things with touch, but the results were unpredictable and erratic. She could breathe here and feel it as the air filled her insides, her lungs. The breathing was involuntary as it was on the grid, but she could only pause it before long before a strong urge to breathe made her gasp for air and continue. She could also not only feel the ground press against her, she could also feel herself press against it. She especially noticed the sensation of sinking into the soft couch. Smell and taste were just totally new things to her. She also realized in her short time here that they were linked together. Of all the senses touch was her favorite. On the grid you could touch something and you would notice a scripted reaction or some sort of reaction from the physics engine on an object. But there was no tactile feedback. She ran her finger on the seam of her pants feeling the texture of her pants. Raching out she felt the grass grasping at individual blades. She felt a thin stem of a dandelion and yanked. She held the white puffball in front of her face and studied it. Pursing her lips she blew across it sending little white parachutes up into the sky.

Rav brushed the seeds out of his hair and was about to chastise GoSpeed when he noticed her smiling. Not unlike the way his daughter smiled at the simple things. His ass was wet and he didn’t like it but he chose to be quiet. Go was like her daughter in many ways, innocent, naive, and full of wonder. Why wreck this moment? He faintly recalled doing this very same thing as a young child. The fact he could still remember it meant it was a very important moment to him.

Go looked over and saw Rav looking at her with faraway eyes. She blushed and looked away suddenly feeling self conscious. “What am I doing here lying on the grass?”, she thought. She looked straight up again as a hawk flew across a small puffy cloud.

“Nobody lives up there. Closest thing to a skybox is the International Space Station and that’s up a few hundred miles”, said Rav.

GoSpeed almost chuckled. Her body made the convulsive movements but no sounds came out. She widened her eyes and tilted her head as if to say ” Oh, aren’t you the funny one!”

The joke got her over her momentary embarrassment and she looked at Rav again. They weren’t kidding when they said Real Life people don’t measure up to avatar standards. Whoops! Shit! I hope he can’t read my mind! Well, he’s been around 44 years and I’ve been around for about 2 years. I should cut him some slack, she thought. As she looked at Rav she began to sense what he may be feeling. As she was mostly concentrating on physical sensations it occurred to her that Rav’s backside may be a little on the damp side. Umm, well, I think we should go inside, she mumbled internally. Picking up on her facial expressions Rav got off the ground, brushed the grass leaves off of his pants and then offered a hand to GoSpeed. Go took his hand, noticing how soft the inside of his palm was, yet calloused and rough on the edges. Izabella’s hands were much softer than Rav’s she recalled. Standing up she noticed something else was very different now. Her boobs moved, they moved! They’ve never moved before. Which considering some of the outfits she had worn was a good thing! She had to remind herself not to look down lest Rav notice and make a joke about it. Oh hell, he’s seen me naked a bazillion times. Wait, no, that won’t fly here in this place. It wasn’t as carefree here in the real world. She had better learn to refrain from certain impulses here.

“I have a crazy idea. Lets log onto SL and see what happens. I haven’t logged in since your arrival.”

Ooooh, now that would be weird, she thought. I can log in as myself, how ironic would that be? Or what if her avatar had been removed from the database? Can I exist in two places at once? Or am I a copy? This was getting to be downright mind boggling. Damn, lets just see what happens.

Rav walked ahead of Go and opened the front door failing to notice her suppressing a giggle as she noticed his wet backside……

No More Clocktower

No More Clocktower, originally uploaded by ** GoSpeed Racer **.

All gone, a chapter of the 5 Islands is now closed. If you look closely at the ground you can still find shards of matzo bread and puddles of jam.

DJ GoSpeed @ The Clocktower 5-7pm SLT

After a month break I’ll be back at the Clocktower spinning some rocking tunes from the 60s,70s and 80s! A lot of new tunes have been added over the past month so be sure to come over and check them out.

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On the outside looking in

A few weeks ago a friend asked me to come check out this neat community. She wanted to get my personal observations and opinions. I won’t go into specifics so as not to embarrass anybody. Truthfully what I saw could apply to hundreds of  groups across the grid. Here’s what I saw:

Non stop party. They had events, contest, and DJs every day for at least 6-9 hours a day. Many times the DJ and/or hostess would be the only people there. That’s event fatigue.

The other activivities and public places were not used. Apart from the dance floor I hardly saw anyone doing the other activities or shopping at the merchant stores. Wasted and underutilized resources.

Cliquish. Often times I would approach the dance floor and not be greeted by the staff or DJ. Even when I would tip I would not be acknowledged. The dance floor would be crowded and it would be dead quiet as if everyone was AFK or in IMs. It wasn’t just me, but noobs too were ignored. Ignoring newcomers or strangers is a sure way to make them feel unwelcome.

To be fair there were a few individuals who did great me and engage me in conversation and respond to me. They were a few  decent and thoughtful people who did make me feel welcome. But, they were in the minority. Now am I complaining and whining because nobody swooned over me? No, not at all. I don’t feel the need to belong to that particular place. I just find it a little disappointing that a place that has a lot to offer is actually a bit too insular and unwelcoming to many of those it espouses to serve. I can go elsewhere but a relatively new person looking for a place that serves their needs will feel ignored, rejected or even worse. Is this place a closed shop? Eh, I don’t think so. I think it all boils down to educating your managers and assistants on how engage their customers. You can’t be a friend to everyone but you can make them feel welcomed and want to come back. Also all your public assets should be utilized to a degree. Game rooms, clubhouses, pools, parks, etc… should be used. Too many times people fall for the click a chim and dance to their oblivion activities. Boring! Variety is the key to success. Doing what everyone else does gets you nowhere as you have compete with everyone else for attention.

Get out of your rut guys!

GoSpeed

The month in pictures (March 2009)

Dancing at the AM Radio build

Mining the waters around Nowhereville to keep it safe from the Martians

Crap and his evil plans

Privacy? No such thing in SL! Close the GD door!

Summer, can’t wait for it!

More below the fold……….