tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79139405136390455202011-11-24T09:45:09.295-08:00Well, I have the blog, and you don't. <i>So you will listen to every damn word I have to say!</i>Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-15092299206859471402011-11-23T12:46:00.000-08:002011-11-23T13:30:49.701-08:00

If you've drudged through the archives, you might get the impression that I'm a strict 'evolutionist'. And you'd be right. It's fact, people. I can't really tolerate the general stupidity which says otherwise. I've often gotten into large debates over this, and I haven't seen anything to sway me otherwise.That being said, I don't generally bring it up, especially in real life, unless provoked. I

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Star Trek shows us a brilliant future where there is no hunger, no crushing poverty, and in general no want in any person. Everyone works not for their own gain but for the gain of humanity and the galaxy overall. Resources are plentiful and the only impediment is the time it takes to assemble whatever it is you're trying to make.And that is where Star Trek falls apart. Who mines the ores? I'm

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It's always nice when people find a hobby. Hobbies are similar to hair styles. Everyone has one and everyone thinks theirs is just the greatest thing ever and spend lots of time and energy into it. My personal hobby is, of course, this blog. The President's hobby is to bring about the socialist revolution as predicted by Marx and Lenin. That nerd who still hasn't left his parent's basement at the

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At Bear Infohub today:[2011/11/16 10:07] [redacted]: right, one thing all you noobs need to understand[2011/11/16 10:07] [redacted]: sl dont always work[2011/11/16 10:07] [day old account]: please help me[2011/11/16 10:07] [redacted]: they having issues right now[2011/11/16 10:07] [redacted]: [day old account], ffs stfu[2011/11/16 10:07] [redacted]: im trying to help, trying to explain[2011/11/16

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I have found the perfect use for AnnMarie Otoole's endless Mississippi river of vehicles so ugly they wouldn't pass muster in SL 2003's shitty prim statue era. People have been bitching and moaning, but like my parents said, "Anna, make lemons out of lemonade." So, aside from the fact that they lag up sims horribly, are uglier than '60s era 'cars of the future', slam and push people off public

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Ah, I remember Bettina Tizzy. She was a tad less than enthused about the art critiques of her Flickr stream given by me and my friends. Rendered speechless by our rapier wit. And undoubtedly bemused by our attempts to discuss how a sculpty androgynous statue hovering in a waterfall could Possibly Exist in Real Life. Yes, I remember Bettina alright.She's moved on from passively aggressively

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For most of its history, the prime building block of Second Life was the prim. It wasn't particularly hard to figure out how to make one nor how to shape it and connect it to others to build an object. If you spent a few hours a day teasing prims, you'd probably at least learn to build a simple house in a week.Of course, you needed to texture it, but that wasn't too hard, either. Select the

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Ok, ok, this is THE final post on this subject for the next month. I promise.It occurred to me that the failure of textures to load properly and thus fail to pass their instruction onto new residents can be easily rectified by making a simple hovertext nearby. I've noticed that I've seen that load even in laggy clubs, identifying the tip jar for the musician playing that night. It's not as if you

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I was reading Prokofy the other day and he hit upon another good idea for encouraging retention: create a panel which displays the multitude of things to do in Second Life.So, for instance, you'd have a panel showing War Sims for Call of Duty-esque games, and a panel to some social clubs if you're into making friends, and a panel to a sandbox and building lessons if you're into making objects and

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I was driving down the road when I collided head on with a giant Trojan horse powered by rockets. It thoughtfully said, "Sorry", pushed me out of the way, and jetted down the highway."Huh," I said, "That's strange. But Second Life is always strange. Mayhaps someone's vehicle went out of control."Further down the road, I smashed into a wood burning locomotive. "Sorry!" It said as it shoved me

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How is it possible that Linden Lab, through three changes in leadership and countless hirings and firings of employers, have still not managed to create a good orientation program? I've been observing this for some time, and it is shocking that the orientation process has seemingly became worse than when I took my first steps five years ago. It was thought that by allowing residents to create

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I find it funny that most movies end with everyone pairing up like the nuclear apocalypse has rained down upon us and they need to repopulate the planet.It may seem strange and bizarre, but two people can work together and not hook up. It happens quite often. Half of my class of sixty or seventy people are single, after being in the same classes for the past five years. And most of the rest are

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Some newspaper recently decided that the best way to lampoon the Philadelphia Flyers (who are off at the moment chasing the hockey championship) was to [poorly] photoshop one of the players in a skirt. With the caption, "Looks like Tarzan, plays like Jane."The initial reaction will probably be, "oh, but who cares about that ol' rag?" Well, that 'rag' just happens to be the Chicago Tribune, which

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Is it so wrong to love the Old South?Uh... lemme think.YES.Do you know what the Confederates were? Do you know who instigated the entire revolt? I know the word they use for such people: traitors. Yes, they were traitors. When you try to rend the country in two and actively attack it (and yes, you idiots fired first at Fort Sumter), you are a traitor. Do you feel pride in that? And why did

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I think if I leave Second Life, it will be with a whimper, rather than a bang. I don't think I really have much choice in the matter. I'm not a particularly famous person. I just sit here in my little corner of Blogger, playing in my box more or less to myself.Eventually, the only thing left of me, the only evidence of my presence in Second Life, would be a profile inworld and this blog. Pretty

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Blogger's doing some kind of auto-paging thing which many people are claiming eats their posts and disappears them into the ether.Since I'm lazy, if you find anything missing which you most desparately need to read RIGHT NOW, do not hesitate to leave a comment or send an email. It's not like I'm doing anything else at the moment.Update: Sigh, and that html glitch is back. If I add a link using

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I was going to make one for normal people, but it involved too many feedback loops and the picture got messy. Therefore, you'll just have to be satisfied with this graphic I made in class, where I show you the general thought process behind those in Second Life who live and love to shrill.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-61248596453057242072010-02-27T20:09:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:10:04.430-08:00

Sometimes.

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I mentioned last post that having the warp pods/nacelles/emitters/rockets exposed on weak struts is clear evidence that Star Fleet's engineering and design sector were lobotomized by the medical department next door. Now I'm going to thrash the entire Warp Engine itself.The warp engines are about as well designed as the Chernobyl reactor. There are, maximum, one or two safety systems in place.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-63771082919601382362010-02-23T09:05:00.000-08:002010-02-23T09:36:40.167-08:00

Continuing my mini-series...Someone in Starfleet really wants to see his or her ship designs fail easily and in spectacular explosions. There is no other explanation for the fact that the warp engine pods are projected out from the protected main hull on thin and likely weak struts.Not just Starfleet. Everyone else in the known galaxy places the engines well clear of the body as well. Except for

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Star Trek (TNG) is in reruns every so often on the SciFi (sorry, 'Syfy' sounds dumb, I'm not using that name) channel. I like Star Trek. It's interesting. But too often, I'll shake my head at some of the more idiotic oversights or actions taken by the crew. Or some of the glaring oversights in technological or social applications. There are many. For lack of anything better to write about,

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Jessica Holyoke over at the Alphaville Herald (I refuse to link there, you'll easily find it on your own) is changing the name of her articles as she believes she's more 'Fox News' than ordinary Op/Ed of a newspaper. It's something about setting her news pieces apart from her editorials although I can't say she's ever made a distinction between the two (which she says as much in the article).

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"Cop Out"I've only seen the commercials and I already know that this will be a terrible film. I feel as if directors think we (or at least I) are stupid and have the memory span of a jellyfish. The entire concept of 'white guy and black guy work together' has been done to death. Perhaps it wouldn't be so boring if they did not adhere to the same tired stereotypes, dialogue, and plotlines.I think

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-29468907397466200902010-02-07T11:02:00.000-08:002010-02-07T11:15:37.346-08:00

Today I got hate mail!"I think you r a communist stifling the free speech and expression that is our God given rights. maybe you shuld try listening to WE THE PEOPLe who do not agree with your stupid agenda. Tath's why we voted Obama in! To get rid of stupid communists like you!And why do you hate linden labs? Oh, becuz you r a communist that is why. What is next? Are you going to hate Intel? HP?

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-4765381930116073302010-01-24T09:20:00.000-08:002010-01-24T09:21:24.709-08:00

You guys all have to sign in now, or at least I switched the settings to do so. I'm tired of deleting your spam.That is all.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-6469518092159480222010-01-20T14:31:00.000-08:002010-01-20T14:50:27.142-08:00

Why does anyone care about this? Seriously.Let's examine what you would have to do in order to be offended by this stunt, in sequence:1) Be issued this scope (I have no idea, does everyone in the Army get scopes? I kind of thought they were only for special occasions, like sniping or senior prom).2) Bother to examine the serial number.3) Bother to stare at said serial number and interpret a

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Why is there a seeming torrent of people who think invading or attacking Yemen is a good idea?Explain to me, please, how Yemen is connected to anything. I understand the 'underwear' bomber came into contact with al-Qaeda there but let's be honest with ourselves. If we invaded every country with al-Qaeda cells, we'd have to occupy a good portion of the Mideast and maybe Somalia and Sudan as well

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-7577333849816349992010-01-16T21:19:00.000-08:002010-01-16T22:13:02.556-08:00

We followers of Nunchuck are a peaceful people. We pray to Our Lord Nunchuck for guidance and love. And to unbelievers, we extend the hand of friendship and enlightenment. Whether they accept the Truth or not is irrelevant. Nunchuck's goodness is in all and peace be with everyone.But when the unbelievers strike at us and martyr us en masse, there but one way for us.We convert them.Into

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Every time I consider making a twitter account, I ask myself a fundamental question:Are you guys honestly that interested in the mindless details of my life? Do you need to know that I read so-and-so article and you should too? Do you really care that I bought a burrito from Taco Bell and thought it was delicious? Do you require reading every 140 word facet of my inane existence??No?Didn't

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They perused the manuals, discussing frantically in the beige hall the intimate details of electrons and physics.Because you never know when they'll spring a quiz on you. They were one of those guys, the teaching assistants, the kind of guys who lord their knowledge over the rest of us. Safeguarding and screening their alchemy by running the lesser beings through a drill regime. Reports must

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Around the end of the year, I'll be too old to continue coverage under my mother's plan. Yes, I had to dare venture into the world and sign up with someone to make sure I don't add hospital bills to my already crushing debt of student loans.I'm finding people are reluctant to cover me. I suspect some of it is due to my epilepsy. I've had to go to my neurologist about three times to get him to

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There are Three Great Artifacts from the Era of the Golden Peace. Three Treasures handed down and saved from Nunchuck to Nhis People.Now, as to the whereabouts and conditions of each, little if any is known. But to inform you, my dear believers, that should you find them, you shall know them and treat them accordingly. Listen well for as it was written, the lowliest griever did once save

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-19597089999939694292009-12-17T22:42:00.000-08:002009-12-17T23:42:34.409-08:00

My good friend Ari over at Common Sensible takes his politically incorrectness as a point of pride. Questions arose, however. Was this monster as terrible as advertised? Would, Could he be worse?In order to answer these unsettling questions, I ventured into the archives of what is, possibly, the den of an unimaginable evil.First, we needed to establish some guidelines.We decided that we would

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Apparently, there's some buzz or what not about Not Possible in Real Life leaving Second Life, or changing their business direction, or passing the baton to another leader, or one of any multitude of reasons that so much drama is kicked up in Second Life like dirt in your eyes.Anyway, today me and my dear friends (read: alts) are going to muse over the multitude of photos available on Bettina

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Why do I continue to write here?Every so often, I feel as if I should shut down this operation. Stuck in the luft, as it were. I slog through it though. I don't give up. I labor and pour love into it like a mother to her child. And then it picks up again!Then school or work intrudes and off I go, leaving my child to daycare.Why?Perhaps because in my relatively short time on this planet, I've

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-91642706399776227722009-12-04T09:51:00.000-08:002009-12-04T09:52:53.861-08:00

The NS Nunchuck LX floating serenely in the sky. For now.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-41599953825041925582009-11-26T23:27:00.000-08:002009-11-26T23:29:16.711-08:00

Listen!The world is crying out:"Live! Love!"

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-71804687171639641402009-11-25T09:05:00.000-08:002009-11-25T23:52:22.290-08:00

I write with far more words than are necessary. I am not a concise writer. I'm not particular focused either, but that's a post for another day.We're taught from an early age that more is better. In middle and high school, every assignment had to be between three to five pages long. It didn't matter what the topic at hand was, you had to write about it in the amount of paper the teacher

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People rushed past it all.They did not see what she saw as they hurried to their warm and comfortable homes. Running red lights at fifty miles an hour, cursing SEPTA's often late service, or pulling their hoods tight as they scurry home down the street.All they saw when they bothered to look was a nuisance. Driving by the same roads, the same bus routes and the same sidewalks, their jaded eyes

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-14135284775894378142009-11-15T21:37:00.001-08:002009-11-15T22:18:16.333-08:00

People whine about 'entitlement'. "Why do some people expect everything for nothing?" But what is at the heart of entitlement? What lies at the very depth of the concept?Greed. Pure and crass greed.The satisfaction and contentment of what you have in your grasp now is not enough. You want more. You want it easily. You deserve it. You need more. More, more, more, more. It is just never

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-20156933791823518332009-11-05T06:35:00.000-08:002009-11-05T06:36:46.567-08:00

Today is my rezz day. I'm three years old in SL.Woo.And yet real life work means I can't log in and have fun.Boo.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-61869486029092494692009-10-30T19:16:00.001-07:002009-10-30T19:17:04.962-07:00

I like mainstream media.It tells me how to think so I don't have to.

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-77456237114513235122009-10-29T21:12:00.000-07:002009-10-29T21:41:47.662-07:00

The other day I was watching the movie 'Mission to Mars'. Most people hate the movie for its cheezy plot, over-the-top acting, and just in general a terrible trainwreck. However, what offends me the most is the flat out idiocy presented as 'science' in this movie.Basic high school facts are completely ignored. Completely. Anyone with a rudimentary grasp of biology will either laugh or cry

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-61949605897180324412009-10-24T22:03:00.000-07:002009-10-24T22:03:00.899-07:00

The traditional National Pastime of the United States is baseball. I don't understand the allure of smacking a ball with a stick of wood and then running around in circles while making sure to step on white bags placed evenly around said circle. And then there are things about designated hitters and fly outs, and when you get a home run you instantly score, except if it happens to fly past some

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-57273625078583115572009-10-23T21:53:00.000-07:002009-10-23T21:59:06.646-07:00

I have played Blue Mars.This is going to be my last post on Blue Mars. You will find out why.This is why. I cannot see anything. I updated everything. All drivers, DirectX and flash. I still cannot see anything.I can still move and talk.There is a lot of lag. I can hardly move and talk. It takes me about five minutes for the program to receive the input that I have pressed the forward key.

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-9902492950528430342009-10-23T07:29:00.001-07:002009-10-23T18:40:20.754-07:00

Anecdotes make for entertaining or frightening stories. They add spice to life and help give others a sense of what you, personally, have gone through. I'm all for anecdotes. The world would be sorrier for lack of them.Where we run into trouble is when an anecdote is held help as evidence to support a hypothesis.See, the problem here is that an anecdote is singular and isolated. That's right

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-53181366258264613322009-10-22T11:23:00.001-07:002009-10-23T10:47:51.315-07:00

What happens when you blame culture for problems in society today? You get labeled as a moron, as missing the big picture. You've obviously missed the actual reason, haven't you? Blaming culture is just too broad a brush! Blame the individual! Are you trying to shirk responsibility and pass it off on society at large? Ridiculous! Go back down your hole and don't come out until us adults

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-56457844951960657492009-10-21T10:12:00.000-07:002009-10-21T10:28:50.126-07:00

All three of the jobs (university prefers to call it 'careers' but let's not kid ourselves) I applied to rejected me. It was through the university's career-matching service, where an employer posts a particular position they want, and you send them your resume, and then they decide whether or not they want to interview you (which will be done on campus conveniently).Most were nothing more than

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As a general rule, I avoid anniversaries. It focuses far too much attention on mindless accounting of the years as if the only thing relevant were the seconds of something's existence. That really reduces it all down, doesn't it? Devoting an entire day celebrating the random statistic of how often the planet has revolved around the Sun since you were born, met, engaged, married, died, fought

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"You're basic brain-dead game of instant gratification.""Your probably wondering why I am telling you this."Ok people. This is the 190th time I have seen this screw-up. It is not acceptable. At all.IT DEFIES COMMON SENSE AND SIMPLE GRAMMAR.Your = possessive (as in, 'your ball', 'your dog', 'your computer') Example: "You have my bat in your hair" You're = contraction of 'You

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Anna sent me into Blue Mars. I do not know why.I downloaded the client. Logged in.Lag. Lots of lag. I tried to make an avatar but I gave up quickly because it lagged choosing an avatar. Then when I went into the world it didn't load. My vision filled with some kind of neon black and purple landscape with ghosted outlines of avatars. Then my computer crashed.I think I need a better computer.

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-54621765082581002402009-10-09T22:13:00.000-07:002009-10-09T23:29:02.497-07:00

This morning, I woke up screaming. What did I see in my dreams? I have no idea. I don't have the time anymore. I wake up and run off to work and class. I don't eat breakfast. My lunch is what I can grab from the lunchtrucks (the always ubiquitous cheesesteak) and dinner is the dining hall glued to the computer.Sometimes I stare off. I try to think about things, but then I always tangent

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-88979544245336696162009-09-29T09:51:00.000-07:002009-09-29T09:52:33.268-07:00

Today is going to be most exciting. I finally got the go-ahead to register and download Blue Mars.Let's see if they can top all the myriad imaginative ways to crash my computer as LL has.

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I haven't seen 'Surrogates' yet. My first impressions were "Second Life in Real Life" although the actual film is probably nothing of the sort. It's a conceit reinforced by one too many months playing Second Life, although the commercials don't attempt to dispel the notion."You can lead the life you've already wanted," it says and with no fear of consequences. Go ahead and screw your brains

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I stand on the edge of a river so choked with dredge and waste,only catfish can eke an existence, bodies riddled with Nunchuck only knows how many heavy metals,Blessed with the tea leaves of oil and cruft leeched from broken freighters and cruisers,In the light of the towering oil refineries, burning their wastes in emulation of the ancient Pharos,illuminating the night sky like a comfortable

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Tying kids in a leash is tame. I would use cattle prods and possibly police batons. I would put on those electric collars which shocks them if they went beyond four feet from me. I would make a good parent.

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A student decided to strike back at the evil meritocracy of the school board by threatening to kill and rape a teacher unless she granted an A++ to everyone in her class (of which he was part). This was certainly a new way of thinking 'outside the box' (whatever that means) and ingenuity. Unfortunately, it is also kind of a terroristic threat and kind of illegal so his extra credit idea comes

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-2446409031163187532009-09-14T00:26:00.000-07:002009-09-14T00:28:03.149-07:00

Recently, I found a giant list of Second Life blogs. Naturally, I am going to read every single one. As of now, I have currently read through nine complete blogs. They were small (maybe only 20 or 30 posts to each one), but I think I'm on a good track.Now, I just have 1,945 left to read.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-1083254009018792482009-09-08T11:21:00.000-07:002009-09-08T11:23:03.610-07:00

I think we should organize a search party for Jurin. Call on the bloodhounds!

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-77264697701520410972009-09-02T22:00:00.000-07:002009-09-03T10:52:18.055-07:00

I am going to start a new feature. I will go across the grid and sample all the lovely new builds our Grand Department of Public Works and Utilities have erected for glorious promotion of Linden Lab.Today's victim is the rail bridge running through the snow sims. This particular view was taken in Heaton.First, I'd like to comment on the boring look. The design is reminiscent of the kind of

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-34803147163890793132009-09-01T17:27:00.000-07:002009-09-01T17:28:22.270-07:00

September First.The Dawn of a New Month.Let's have fun.

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Update: Turns out truth really is stranger than fiction: she was held in a massive camouflaged complex with soundproof sheds along with other kids. Jaycee Dugard was found after eighteen years. It seems that she just walked up and turned herself in.My question is: what the hell was she doing for the past two decades? I'm imagining an Indiana Jones style escape. With the giant boulder and all.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-40741300081436190922009-08-26T15:01:00.000-07:002009-08-26T15:32:02.989-07:00

Ari talks about body shapes. I love his parting shot: "Oh, and if you see me in world and I am shorter than you [above 6' 5"], you are an Amazonian-freak-of-nature!"All too often, I feel like a child avatar. Measuring my height is a meager five feet, ten inches. So tiny! When I first adjusted my torso sliders, I felt like I made my breasts too big. It is hard saying that with a straight face

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-19589008841358887712009-08-25T07:59:00.001-07:002009-08-25T12:06:17.659-07:00

I've got nothing in particular to say, so I'm just going to write whatever pops into my head at the moment.I saw an article yesterday which discussed the dangers of twitting and facebooking about the workplace. Why isn't this common sense? How stupid are people? Here's a simple rule of thumb anytime the asinine urge to publish anything about your place of current employment: If it's something

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-5918858907751056232009-08-24T17:48:00.000-07:002009-08-24T17:49:23.722-07:00

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Am I the only one not interested in raising those SL Chickens?

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-75280714090360705372009-08-10T02:01:00.000-07:002009-08-10T10:25:44.806-07:00

A very late post.Dusan says words about linking SL names to RL identities. His main point claims that without the potential for anonymous avatars and those who choose to hide behind their avatars are an untapped pool of talent. In fact, the drive to link real life to Second Life may scare people away. Poor people who in an unmolested world would vastly contribute to this little world of ours.I

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-81099400698813780192009-08-05T09:22:00.000-07:002009-08-06T12:19:12.240-07:00

Good news, everyone! After an intense two day marathon (over the course of some seventeen hours!), I have managed to accomplish the absolute impossible!I have sorted my inventory. All of it. It's all distilled down into neat little category folders. The only exception is the existence of a 'Random' folder which houses 'The Rhombus' and some ... things. That I don't know how I'd categorize.So

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-13252045464683605452009-08-03T09:15:00.000-07:002009-08-03T09:15:18.849-07:00

I don't use Twitter. My life (both Real and Second) is just not that interesting every minute of the day. I'm not on the cutting edge of the news. I don't explore too much and thus there's no need to report in on it. And I really do not have the time to read through someone else's twitter stream to find something to tweet about.I'm just boring. Here's what my twitter page would look like:-

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So hey, today I walked around town.I didn't eat the billboard. But it looked so tasty.This abandoned building is only a few blocks up from Center City. It's also about thirty stories tall. It's quite ugly.Much nicer part of town.Franklin Institute had this tucked away in the back.A radio station held a small event around city hall.City Hall is a donut shaped building. You can stand in the

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-72918092195980743152009-07-21T05:11:00.001-07:002009-07-21T05:27:30.512-07:00

Last night, a bot descending upon Blackwater gallery. Only for a few moments. Didn't respond to IMs. Logged off shortly after his visit.Simple landbot? Maybe, but I don't recall any land for sale in that sim. And it's not an infohub, so it could not have been loitering due to being kicked off its home sim. Maybe it was a scout bot. "Scout bot, check to see what and who is in that sim!

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-84170402101536937522009-07-20T14:49:00.000-07:002009-07-20T15:38:52.155-07:00

Some time ago, Rezzable (you might know them of Greenies fame) decided the time was right to leave Second Life. Lots of people have delved into the reasons why, but I couldn't care less. Rezzables was just one of a number of people displaying weird and unusual builds. Their selling point was a massive PR campaign and buying out of a lot of famous builders, Starax/Light Waves being the prime

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-26482871916831547202009-07-19T16:25:00.000-07:002009-07-19T16:27:32.697-07:00

How I got my name:

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-15273955349351046512009-07-15T08:44:00.001-07:002009-07-15T08:44:49.017-07:00

A cynic is only a frustrated optimist.

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-25034647500035442442009-07-12T23:46:00.001-07:002009-07-13T00:20:26.113-07:00

Talk about being a day late and a dollar short:Trawling the internet, I found a post concerning 'The Big Bad Blogger Challenge'. The objective? Update every day, for a certain week in June.Well, truth be told, I was actually a month early. Back in May '09, I attempted to write every single day of the month. Yep. It was a tremendous pain. I don't think I'll ever repeat it. The biggest

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-15156525719103563142009-07-10T07:40:00.000-07:002009-07-10T14:59:45.008-07:00

Ever get the feeling, the urge to change one's style dramatically? One fine morning, you wake and decide, "I feel like wearing a tuxedo and dying my hair purple." "I'm sick of wearing the same shape, skin, and hair."I so want to do that. Well, actually, I'm fairly content with my shape and skin. My hair, though, is a constant war to find the right fit. There's a few styles I've settled on

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-51208025957906629342009-07-09T15:16:00.000-07:002009-07-09T15:39:42.035-07:00

Students from some college down in Tennessee are traveling cross country to ask anyone they happen to meet one question: What does it mean to be an American?Of course, they get the usual responses ("Freedom! Liberty! Baseball!"). I'm going to throw in my two cents.I think being an American is to ask oneself what being an American means. The question itself defines an American. It's

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-47805431811732949022009-07-02T14:05:00.000-07:002009-07-02T14:43:40.165-07:00

Uploading your brain into a computer in order to achieve a higher existence and become one with the singularity is an interesting idea. Eternal life would be yours, so long as you avoid the Recycle Bin. At your fingertips would be the immense speed of a bazillion computers or so.But wait a second.Where does all my brain data go? Can I really trust Mr. Server hosting it? Would I be charged

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-43431199791964164942009-06-27T22:17:00.000-07:002009-06-27T22:18:04.655-07:00

A warm smile is testimony of a generous nature.

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Today, I was walking down the street after a rather average day at work. A man was meticulously tending his garden. It was the sorriest patch of dirt in one of the sorriest neighborhoods in one of the sorriest cities.This poor man struggled and sweat over his greens. I think he noticed my gawking because he let loose a friendly 'Yo!' Oh, god, totally snagged now. You can't have someone greet

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-66612498595641622962009-06-11T07:18:00.000-07:002009-06-11T07:20:20.026-07:00

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.

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Failure is not defeat until you stop trying....

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I saw at work a poor woman attempting to wheel into the bathroom. She couldn't (through a lack of strength and dexterity) hold the door open and roll the wheelchair in at the same time. So hey, what did bystanders do? Why, nothing at all! I watched one women push her aside to get in, and let the door slam in the face. This seemed to amuse a bystander looking on.Don't worry, I helped her

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-84884152119706011972009-06-08T21:22:00.001-07:002009-06-08T21:23:22.734-07:00

Hello, my name is Winter J Akina and I am an alt of Anna....She asked me to write here.

Winter J Akinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17234386605630751312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-51942717671506927372009-06-08T11:16:00.000-07:002009-06-08T21:02:33.111-07:00

Toot toot, I am a humble tugboat.My name is the Rizzo the Tugboat.I push things. Sometimes I pull things, but mostly pushing.When I'm not working, my owners tie me to a pier.It tickles when they play and fix my engine.I think I like being a tugboat, but I've never been anything else so I wouldn't know.The End415

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-63787668583123212962009-06-05T07:48:00.000-07:002009-06-05T08:49:45.010-07:00

Time to let roll on Jurin's Flickr photostream again! This time, I'll discuss each photo with my alts, Winter and Torvald. Blah Blah Blah Owned by Jurin Blah Blah Legalities.Anna: Well, it's some kind of erector set in a ravine on a full moon.Winter: ...Torvald: Where is everyone? Scared of the werewolves?Anna: I don't think so, I don't see any homes.Torvald: Maybe their doors and windows

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-63741327808884561592009-06-04T16:21:00.000-07:002009-06-04T16:33:38.181-07:00

I was writing a comment, but then (like all things I touch) it began to drag out so rather than spam the poor blog I decided to just write a post here instead.I took this test honestly, and I scored a 6, so I "have considered buying virtual birth control/lube because you're ready to get down in the digital. You've thought and researched about virtual sex. Your avatar is your special secret self.

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-35496357937227606862009-06-04T11:28:00.000-07:002009-06-04T11:28:00.801-07:00

I have a bone to pick today, and it came up partly due to reading the aforementioned threads. In one of them, someone thanked God for saving them from something or other in the past. I have no idea what the history was (she doesn't give further info), but I know of at least a few other people who, after being found by a Rescue team or saved by a Surgeon cutting out a tumor, thank God.Excuse me?

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-18863946960772038802009-06-03T14:56:00.000-07:002010-01-09T23:01:23.065-08:00

There was a big hubbub on Xstreet today.Oh, by the way, I've taken to reading the forums there lately as I've been starved for entertainment. It's priceless when you throw a bunch of people together and all but force them to interact. So really, saying there was a big commotion doesn't really tell you anything at all.So that thread is about someone thankful for finding out a family member is

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-51133047752674732492009-05-31T18:21:00.000-07:002009-05-31T18:21:01.307-07:00

This month I endeavored to write one post a day. I had hoped that such an exercise would ingrain some kind of schedule into my writing as well as refining my writing itself. Well, not so much refining as repetition. And I have definitely found that when my face is ground into the wall, I get repetitive. Or it feels like it. Also, it really saps my energy and enthusiasm because my life is

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-21447204287967367942009-05-30T18:18:00.000-07:002009-05-30T18:18:00.555-07:00

Knowledge will not acquire you, you must acquire it.424

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-68106207686041900012009-05-29T17:43:00.000-07:002009-05-29T17:43:00.996-07:00

Dear Diary,Today, I woke up at 4 AM. Again. Why do I do this? It's clearly not healthy, and yet like clockwork I get up at 4 on the dot. It coincides precisely with the start of the ShamWow infomercial that plays on the TV and I think there may be a connection between the two. I rolled and rolled over in bed, but it wasn't doing any good. I was up. Even turning the TV off didn't help. I

Anna J Tsiolkovskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16002434425155839572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913940513639045520.post-68535463116160147192009-05-28T09:27:00.000-07:002009-05-28T09:27:00.647-07:00

There is a growing realization that in Second Life I am becoming little more than a voice. The reasons are plentiful.For one, Second Life just doesn't work for me like it used to. My paltry one gig of RAM just isn't cutting it anymore. I should get a better computer, but I won't. I can't afford one and I don't have the urge to attempt to build my own. Turning off Windlight and Voice makes

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Some time ago, I was a little saddened by the fact that my walls were depressingly bare.An additional problem was my increasing collection of MRIs of my head. Something definitely had to be done with those as well.The solution was elegant. I hung the images on my walls. I hung some christmas lights behind them so if I so desire I can light up the room with slices of my brain.Why do people

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Reading the Second Life Herald (a pastime I engage in whenever I'm bored at work), I notice the increasing amount of posts on the wonders of men playing as women and women playing as men and all that mess in between.Reading it all, I can't help but wonder this to myself: "What is the big deal?"Honestly, wasn't all this worked out of our systems way back around, oh say, 2006?The things being said

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Take the day off!429

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I must have ate something last night I shouldn't have, because my stomach is killing me. 430

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I'm finding that the space stage of Spore is extremely frustrating.My 'empire' can only build one ship at a time for some reason. I wish I could have a small fleet of my ships, because when I ally with someone else and get theirs in my fleet, they tend to be useless. They don't really help me in trading or terraforming, and in combat they are about as useful as a bottle of detergent.

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Philadelphia should be known as "Parking Lot Capitol of the World". The Birthplace of the American Revolution is also home to the Resting Places of the Automobile. Note this isn't even parking garages. This is parking lots. Flat surface parking lots. Even in the middle of Center City these lots dot the landscape. Imagine if, at Times Square, there was a giant parking lot on one side. If

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I picked up 'Spore' the other day. While the game itself is fun, if a bit simple and a tad too easy, I have to berate it for getting evolution wrong.In 'Spore', their concept of evolution is a progressive Intelligent Design. The creature in question depends upon the player to add parts which may or may not be related to anything you've actually done in the game. Some may point out that there

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