There is no question which looks better. I already have prim ears, why not prim feet? Look at my SLKankles disapear
Friday, May 28, 2010
ProudFEET
Skin tinting difficulties or not.
There is no question which looks better. I already have prim ears, why not prim feet? Look at my SLKankles disapear
There is no question which looks better. I already have prim ears, why not prim feet? Look at my SLKankles disapear
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Awesome picture (OoC)
Just found this stumbling around the internet
If he'd have gone to a Centaur Blacksmith from the beginning, he wouldn't be having trouble with his shoes.
If he'd have gone to a Centaur Blacksmith from the beginning, he wouldn't be having trouble with his shoes.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Lamentations of a Maenad Mother (IC)
((Only people who would be close to Korinda, and have been around her while drunk and venting these sorts of frustrations would know these thoughts. Which means anything her children read here, is player knowledge and can not be used.))
When I was younger, I often thought that those who say "parenting isn't easy" were those who came from cultures that worked hard to suppress the natural energy and curiosity of a child and turned their energy towards labor at an early age. Those sorts of people who work too hard themselves and don't take the time to indulge in the pleasure of life.
Those who do not understand that while work is noble, it is only noble in moderation and necessity. Those who also seem to think, that to enjoy one's leisure more often than they toil, is not a life well lived. As my mother once said, "No one lies on their death bed, regretting the finer things in life. No one dies, wishing they had worked harder."
Of course, everything is harder when you work against it's nature, (I know this well) but what about when nature has yet to make the connection?
Oh, you think you know everything about parenting before you become a parent. It seems so straightforward, Love them, feed them, teach them what you know, and learn what they have to teach. Allow them to simply be. Show them the ways to be kind and respectful of others and nature, unless of course, their actions prove threatening to themselves or others.
But I suppose, no matter how confident the mother, every mother frets, every mother flounders. Every mother is critical of what she has not done right, or wonders what she is doing wrong.
Take for instance, the issue of wine. I've heard it said that the mothers of human children fret over their consumption of greens and oranges, that they pluck colorful rose petals and carnations out of hungry, curious mouths.
But what am I to do with my son, and my daughter? They eat their greens, and hold attention long enough to clean their plates! This is all well and good in moderation, but such pervasive order, in children? Where did I go wrong?
Not so much as a drop of wine! It's like watching a fish reject water. To watch a satyr, or a centaur reject the very blood of life, that every edible fruit and flower secretly yearns to be rendered into, it is vexing to say the least.
I was a lucky child, my mother produced more than the milk I needed to grow, she produced cherries and from her cherries the wine I was raised on was made. Not all wood nymphs can say the same. It's true that I had to drink so much of cherry wine that I grew a little tired of it, but it was what I was raised on from the time I could hold a kylix!
I remember it, my first kylix, my own size, with a handle each size so I could hold it steady. Perhaps if I had kept it to use with my own children, I would not be in this troublesome position. I'm a potter, so I could make them one, but when they already reject the wine, why should I set myself up for the disappointment of rejecting the cup?
I shouldn't even begin to fret about all of the chores they do. Without being asked! Helpful? indeed. Noble? Of course. but when a nymph, satyr or centaur of any age puts work before play without a struggle it is cause for an intervention.
I suppose many parents would say I should be grateful, and I am. I do not crave disobedience, disrespect or irresponsibility (I met a young faun recently who made me appreciate the dispositions of my children more than ever) but is it so much to ask that just a little bit of wine with dinner? Or if they could at least suffer a few sips in front of others to spare me looking like a terrible parent, until they get a taste for it.? If only they looked towards their cousins the way I look to and up to my sister. Her beautiful girls, wineskins in hand so confident and carefree. I wish I could give my own the same liberation I myself knew as a child.
I wonder, if Eaken's understandable caution when dealing with wine has not been overplayed in our household. We only ever meant for the terrible tale of Thessalian Centaurs at that wedding to be a warning against overindulgence! I would never preach such indulgence to a child...
..Only an adult. But my pedagogy on the matter can not be helped. I followed a great reveler until well into my early summer before I met Eaken. I might ask him to work his thaumaturgy in my favor in this situation, but he never stops bloody moving long enough!
When I was younger, I often thought that those who say "parenting isn't easy" were those who came from cultures that worked hard to suppress the natural energy and curiosity of a child and turned their energy towards labor at an early age. Those sorts of people who work too hard themselves and don't take the time to indulge in the pleasure of life.
Those who do not understand that while work is noble, it is only noble in moderation and necessity. Those who also seem to think, that to enjoy one's leisure more often than they toil, is not a life well lived. As my mother once said, "No one lies on their death bed, regretting the finer things in life. No one dies, wishing they had worked harder."
Of course, everything is harder when you work against it's nature, (I know this well) but what about when nature has yet to make the connection?
Oh, you think you know everything about parenting before you become a parent. It seems so straightforward, Love them, feed them, teach them what you know, and learn what they have to teach. Allow them to simply be. Show them the ways to be kind and respectful of others and nature, unless of course, their actions prove threatening to themselves or others.
But I suppose, no matter how confident the mother, every mother frets, every mother flounders. Every mother is critical of what she has not done right, or wonders what she is doing wrong.
Take for instance, the issue of wine. I've heard it said that the mothers of human children fret over their consumption of greens and oranges, that they pluck colorful rose petals and carnations out of hungry, curious mouths.
But what am I to do with my son, and my daughter? They eat their greens, and hold attention long enough to clean their plates! This is all well and good in moderation, but such pervasive order, in children? Where did I go wrong?
Not so much as a drop of wine! It's like watching a fish reject water. To watch a satyr, or a centaur reject the very blood of life, that every edible fruit and flower secretly yearns to be rendered into, it is vexing to say the least.
I was a lucky child, my mother produced more than the milk I needed to grow, she produced cherries and from her cherries the wine I was raised on was made. Not all wood nymphs can say the same. It's true that I had to drink so much of cherry wine that I grew a little tired of it, but it was what I was raised on from the time I could hold a kylix!
I remember it, my first kylix, my own size, with a handle each size so I could hold it steady. Perhaps if I had kept it to use with my own children, I would not be in this troublesome position. I'm a potter, so I could make them one, but when they already reject the wine, why should I set myself up for the disappointment of rejecting the cup?
I shouldn't even begin to fret about all of the chores they do. Without being asked! Helpful? indeed. Noble? Of course. but when a nymph, satyr or centaur of any age puts work before play without a struggle it is cause for an intervention.
I suppose many parents would say I should be grateful, and I am. I do not crave disobedience, disrespect or irresponsibility (I met a young faun recently who made me appreciate the dispositions of my children more than ever) but is it so much to ask that just a little bit of wine with dinner? Or if they could at least suffer a few sips in front of others to spare me looking like a terrible parent, until they get a taste for it.? If only they looked towards their cousins the way I look to and up to my sister. Her beautiful girls, wineskins in hand so confident and carefree. I wish I could give my own the same liberation I myself knew as a child.
I wonder, if Eaken's understandable caution when dealing with wine has not been overplayed in our household. We only ever meant for the terrible tale of Thessalian Centaurs at that wedding to be a warning against overindulgence! I would never preach such indulgence to a child...
..Only an adult. But my pedagogy on the matter can not be helped. I followed a great reveler until well into my early summer before I met Eaken. I might ask him to work his thaumaturgy in my favor in this situation, but he never stops bloody moving long enough!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
(OoC) So I moved... again.
And here I am. I was debating it all afternoon and evening after Cherno and I started working on The Official Seven Isles Blog
But then a line from a poem by Ovid (that Eacen read at the last bard circle) inspired me.
Corinda, (being a variant of the Greek name "Corinna)" is just too synchronistic to avoid. A new, better name for a journal was born.
Now if only Wordpress would show the Icon I uploaded. ::Marge Simpson grumble::
But then a line from a poem by Ovid (that Eacen read at the last bard circle) inspired me.
"When, look! here comes Corinna in a loose ungirded gown"
Corinda, (being a variant of the Greek name "Corinna)" is just too synchronistic to avoid. A new, better name for a journal was born.
Now if only Wordpress would show the Icon I uploaded. ::Marge Simpson grumble::
Avry's Blog
My little 'taur (I'm sorry, "Officer") has started his own little blog.
http://avrytaurus.wordpress.com/
((for those of you who don't know... we do not alt Avry. A friend whom we trust with the lives of our RL children, took him over and I honestly think it is the best thing that has happened to our little family since we met Neria. So check out his blog. He really makes Avry come alive and makes me realize that alting him just didn't do the character justice.))
So go check him out! add him to your blog rolls. Frolic in his read-ability!
::is so proud of her 'taurians!::
http://avrytaurus.wordpress.com/
((for those of you who don't know... we do not alt Avry. A friend whom we trust with the lives of our RL children, took him over and I honestly think it is the best thing that has happened to our little family since we met Neria. So check out his blog. He really makes Avry come alive and makes me realize that alting him just didn't do the character justice.))
So go check him out! add him to your blog rolls. Frolic in his read-ability!
::is so proud of her 'taurians!::
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Ataraxia in Edit
Lately, my Second Life has consisted of the following:
Being sick in Real Life, which makes me ineffective and inefficient in world. (lots of starting things and then not finishing them. I hate that.)
Trying so very, very hard to be patient. Which is zapping my social energy. Which I hate.
And building/fiddling:
Building/fiddling has become the equivalent to doodling during class. A sort of zen state I fall into that makes me calm, and serene, but a social jerk. I don't mean to shun people socially, I'm not hiding in my alt, so much as I am building her house down to the finest detail. But I find, I need that sort of ataraxia
RP has always been a sort of Ataraxia for me too. I want to be running around and RPing until we all die, because I love our sim so very, very much. This is where the patience part comes in, I can't do much of that until other stuff is done.
Friends of mine (you know who you are) suffer from builders guilt. Which is described to me as feeling as if you could be busy building something, and guilty for not doing it while socializing. I have something similar, I have a social guilt that comes when I am lost in building and fiddling with things.
That's all I have to say about that.
[Edited to add]
I am trying to figure out what goals, if any, I want to acheive when it comes to the things that I build. Do I want to be a merchant, or just create for myself? I'm not so much torn over the subject, as I am confused based on my own fears, desires, actions and thoughts.
There seems to be some sort of satisfaction that comes along with making a product and having it in a shop, and maybe selling enough to make rent. at the same time I recoil from the idea of having to support my products, my relaxation time being interrupted with complaints or requests.
The worst, is a fear that if I make something, and for some reason that script fucks up in the package (It's happened to me before!) I look like an ass and I have to fix it and I might not have the nerve or time.
I opened a group for a store with a cheesy predictable name I might change. I have a shop space rented in RPM. I don't know if I am ever going to use them, if I should get rid of them so I can focus on personal and sim projects only without the pressure of doing nothing.
That's all I have to say about that.
Being sick in Real Life, which makes me ineffective and inefficient in world. (lots of starting things and then not finishing them. I hate that.)
Trying so very, very hard to be patient. Which is zapping my social energy. Which I hate.
And building/fiddling:
Building/fiddling has become the equivalent to doodling during class. A sort of zen state I fall into that makes me calm, and serene, but a social jerk. I don't mean to shun people socially, I'm not hiding in my alt, so much as I am building her house down to the finest detail. But I find, I need that sort of ataraxia
RP has always been a sort of Ataraxia for me too. I want to be running around and RPing until we all die, because I love our sim so very, very much. This is where the patience part comes in, I can't do much of that until other stuff is done.
Friends of mine (you know who you are) suffer from builders guilt. Which is described to me as feeling as if you could be busy building something, and guilty for not doing it while socializing. I have something similar, I have a social guilt that comes when I am lost in building and fiddling with things.
That's all I have to say about that.
[Edited to add]
I am trying to figure out what goals, if any, I want to acheive when it comes to the things that I build. Do I want to be a merchant, or just create for myself? I'm not so much torn over the subject, as I am confused based on my own fears, desires, actions and thoughts.
There seems to be some sort of satisfaction that comes along with making a product and having it in a shop, and maybe selling enough to make rent. at the same time I recoil from the idea of having to support my products, my relaxation time being interrupted with complaints or requests.
The worst, is a fear that if I make something, and for some reason that script fucks up in the package (It's happened to me before!) I look like an ass and I have to fix it and I might not have the nerve or time.
I opened a group for a store with a cheesy predictable name I might change. I have a shop space rented in RPM. I don't know if I am ever going to use them, if I should get rid of them so I can focus on personal and sim projects only without the pressure of doing nothing.
That's all I have to say about that.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
On this edition of "Pimp My Goat."
Sorry for the two posts in one day, but I forgot that I intended to show the before and after pictures of Maebell.
The goat in the foreground is the original, as it came out of the box, with the plastic-y texture, and restrictive looking reigns, and the full bright puke green saddle.
This next picture is a close up of Maebell's face.
Doesn't the other goat in the background look pissed off and jealous? I am still quite pleased with how something as simple as a tile-able fur texture for pillows can look more realistic. She's so soft and huggable. She has plums, plum blossoms and leaves on her wreath. She also has an adorable bell meant for cows. Light blue seems to be her colour.
I took of the reigns, because a familiar doesn't need to be tied. I lengthened her horns (since she is a supernatural goat, she's old, but spry!) and the animation kind of lines up as if I am loosely holding her horn in between my fingers for the purpose of gently steering.
I am gradually making copies of my skirts, and having those copies attach to my stomach. Since Maebell attaches to my pelvis. That way I can ride her without being lewd.
My next project(s) for her, is to take the static version I made (No scripts, and much lower prim) and put a milking animation in her udder, and a hug animation around her neck. I think I have a passable kneeling hug animation, but the tricky part is the milking animation. Sure, there are a lot of Gorean chore milking animations out there, but a goat is much smaller. I need a kneeling milk, rather than a sitting milk. I'd love to animate her head to graze, but that seems pretty ambitious. Its nice that she is copy/mod though. Because I can always add features later.
When our sim upgrades, I am going to buy enough prims to keep her out all the time. The static-lower-prim Maebell, anyway.
Also need one of those scripted things, that allows you to type in text, using a different name or something. Hmm. So I can emote for her.
The goat in the foreground is the original, as it came out of the box, with the plastic-y texture, and restrictive looking reigns, and the full bright puke green saddle.This next picture is a close up of Maebell's face.
Doesn't the other goat in the background look pissed off and jealous? I am still quite pleased with how something as simple as a tile-able fur texture for pillows can look more realistic. She's so soft and huggable. She has plums, plum blossoms and leaves on her wreath. She also has an adorable bell meant for cows. Light blue seems to be her colour.I took of the reigns, because a familiar doesn't need to be tied. I lengthened her horns (since she is a supernatural goat, she's old, but spry!) and the animation kind of lines up as if I am loosely holding her horn in between my fingers for the purpose of gently steering.
I am gradually making copies of my skirts, and having those copies attach to my stomach. Since Maebell attaches to my pelvis. That way I can ride her without being lewd.
My next project(s) for her, is to take the static version I made (No scripts, and much lower prim) and put a milking animation in her udder, and a hug animation around her neck. I think I have a passable kneeling hug animation, but the tricky part is the milking animation. Sure, there are a lot of Gorean chore milking animations out there, but a goat is much smaller. I need a kneeling milk, rather than a sitting milk. I'd love to animate her head to graze, but that seems pretty ambitious. Its nice that she is copy/mod though. Because I can always add features later.
When our sim upgrades, I am going to buy enough prims to keep her out all the time. The static-lower-prim Maebell, anyway.
Also need one of those scripted things, that allows you to type in text, using a different name or something. Hmm. So I can emote for her.
GUESS WHUT?
Muahahahahahahahah
I found some nice Medieval Tunics in the Role-Play market the other day, that reminded me *just a little* of a provincial Chiton. I think part of it was the trim, SO I bought one, and I modded the hells out of it, and I have what appears to be... the closest thing to the Grecian article of clothing I have long desired.
I don't have a picture, because I am not done tweaking. So happy was I, I went and bought one in every colour. (The one time I needed a fat pack, none to be found ::lament::)
So I have much tweaking to do yet, but I feel confident that I have enough clothes that suit me now that I won't have to shop or whine for a while.
And the fact I still want to make sweet, sweet love to my hair, and the fact I have a beautiful goat, makes me think finally, a year and a day past Corinda's Rez date, we are at last settling down.
I just need to get me some bare wiggly Faun/Satyr ears... and I might be *gasp* Perfect
I found some nice Medieval Tunics in the Role-Play market the other day, that reminded me *just a little* of a provincial Chiton. I think part of it was the trim, SO I bought one, and I modded the hells out of it, and I have what appears to be... the closest thing to the Grecian article of clothing I have long desired.
I don't have a picture, because I am not done tweaking. So happy was I, I went and bought one in every colour. (The one time I needed a fat pack, none to be found ::lament::)
So I have much tweaking to do yet, but I feel confident that I have enough clothes that suit me now that I won't have to shop or whine for a while.
And the fact I still want to make sweet, sweet love to my hair, and the fact I have a beautiful goat, makes me think finally, a year and a day past Corinda's Rez date, we are at last settling down.
I just need to get me some bare wiggly Faun/Satyr ears... and I might be *gasp* Perfect
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