<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:17:16.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Luxe</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings from a Second Life junkie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2192047560060358256</id><published>2007-08-12T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:39:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[18:31]  Dreamland2007 ACS: Hi, we cut 16 sq.m of your land for the new tier system, so you have been refunded 200 L$ for 16 sq.m of land.: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly overwhelmed by their generosity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2192047560060358256?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2192047560060358256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2192047560060358256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2192047560060358256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2192047560060358256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/08/1831-dreamland2007-acs-hi-we-cut-16-sq.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2915244711843734793</id><published>2007-06-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:32.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/RnHlHgbU5HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Uh9sKmPW4kk/s1600-h/RL+Robots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/RnHlHgbU5HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Uh9sKmPW4kk/s400/RL+Robots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076090172149654642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My RL robots wanted their 15 minutes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2915244711843734793?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2915244711843734793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2915244711843734793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2915244711843734793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2915244711843734793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/06/real-robots.html' title='Real Robots'/><author><name>Luxe Alabaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547217113568339293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Luxe1cu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/RnHlHgbU5HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Uh9sKmPW4kk/s72-c/RL+Robots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6415840005632236752</id><published>2007-05-30T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:33.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More ADD</title><content type='html'>*giggly wiggly piggly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending quite a few L$s on my new home on Kaki Isles, I'm pulling it all down to build our (Joeru &amp; mine) little town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exciting!  And a GREAT reason to spend more time in SL.  Yay yay yippee!  I've decided that I will try to be good and on days that I have RL work to do, I'll wake up early for SL, or stay in at night to spend time inworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on days where I'm relatively free...I'm ALL YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here's &lt;a href="http://maximumminimum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maximum Minimum&lt;/a&gt;'s fabulous &lt;a href="http://maximumminimum.blogspot.com/2007/04/solaris-house-01.html"&gt;Solaris 01 &lt;/a&gt;house that I am living, and &lt;a href="http://kakiisles.blogspot.com/2007/05/building-updates.html"&gt;being envied&lt;/a&gt; in...for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0xqb54YrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_E4yci3Un-8/s1600-h/LL%40Kaki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0xqb54YrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_E4yci3Un-8/s400/LL%40Kaki2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070263360603841202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm definitely a &lt;a href="http://truerenegades.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cult &lt;/a&gt;and MM princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0x1r54YtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P0M4CDSXATQ/s1600-h/LL%40Kaki5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0x1r54YtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/P0M4CDSXATQ/s400/LL%40Kaki5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070263553877369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max very considerately includes cement building blocks with Solaris 01 so you can custom-reno your prefab!  I built an outdoor rainshower and stand under it until I go all pruney.  That's also MM's shower thingy with steam and perfect rainshower sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0xvL54YsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SPdb-PVjp4s/s1600-h/LL%40Kaki3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0xvL54YsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SPdb-PVjp4s/s400/LL%40Kaki3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070263442208219842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And THEN my favourite friend Juliet gave me a DIGITASTIC &lt;a href="http://bitterthorns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bitter Thorns&lt;/a&gt; wall clock that tells international time, so my friends and I will always know what time it is for me in Singapore!  How clever is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kaki%20Isles/179/168/21"&gt;Come and visit anytime&lt;/a&gt; (even if I'm not there...but keep your durty paws off the bed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xLx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6415840005632236752?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6415840005632236752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6415840005632236752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6415840005632236752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6415840005632236752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-add.html' title='More ADD'/><author><name>Luxe Alabaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547217113568339293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Luxe1cu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Owt6WwpAO14/Rl0xqb54YrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_E4yci3Un-8/s72-c/LL%40Kaki2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6962319364420533686</id><published>2007-05-29T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:33.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Pleasantville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RlwZp_womSI/AAAAAAAAARc/fpZgm1JUUTM/s1600-h/Most+Pleasantville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RlwZp_womSI/AAAAAAAAARc/fpZgm1JUUTM/s400/Most+Pleasantville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069955489793087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I want to join our parcels together and develop a 1950s vibe.  I'm wondering if a black/white theme a la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120789/"&gt;Pleasantville&lt;/a&gt; with just our products in colour would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried it on a little corner of our sim today (wearing Tete A Pied's fabulous Black &amp; White Film Skin, of course).  Kinda funky but kinda...dreary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will speak to Jo when she comes on later.  I think it could work but we'd have to use some fabulously rich textures to keep everything from feeling blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Winter thinks I need a tommy gun to complete the outfit.  She's SO right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6962319364420533686?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6962319364420533686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6962319364420533686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6962319364420533686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6962319364420533686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/05/most-pleasantville.html' title='Most Pleasantville'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RlwZp_womSI/AAAAAAAAARc/fpZgm1JUUTM/s72-c/Most+Pleasantville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-7158960864523105327</id><published>2007-05-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:33.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RleeJPwomPI/AAAAAAAAARE/YhsvyVR5snc/s1600-h/JustMe_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RleeJPwomPI/AAAAAAAAARE/YhsvyVR5snc/s400/JustMe_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068693787315312882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends and I wish I could find some way to spend time in SL everyday, without losing my sense of balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the big problem with me, it's always either all or nothing.  I saw Juli yesterday after a long, long time and how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;have I missed her??  I haven't seen Shermie in ages and Fade, whom I still think of so often, is like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling so disconnected when I read &lt;a href="http://torley.com/"&gt;Torley's blog&lt;/a&gt;, or when I speak to friends and they talk about really fun stuff they did over the weekend. I miss that incredible feeling of absorption when I'm building something new (and even the crashing downer I feel after finishing a build) and thinking about robots all day long. I feel sad about losing touch with the skills I've learnt on the grid. I regret not being able to get to know better, &lt;a href="http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/grievous-robotic-harm.html"&gt;friends I had just met&lt;/a&gt; before retreating from my second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even miss the sound of teleporting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with stuff like &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=h4BMmq4dono"&gt;WindLight&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/results?search_query=sculpted+prims&amp;amp;search=Search"&gt;sculpted prims&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was (were?) two of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes, I changed my blog template.  I saw a &lt;a href="http://www.freevlog.org/index.php/2007/05/22/screencast-customize-your-blogger-header/"&gt;screencast on customising your blog header&lt;/a&gt; and got carried away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-7158960864523105327?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7158960864523105327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=7158960864523105327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/7158960864523105327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/7158960864523105327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/05/auld-lang-syne_25.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>Luxe Alabaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547217113568339293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Luxe1cu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RleeJPwomPI/AAAAAAAAARE/YhsvyVR5snc/s72-c/JustMe_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4305641595341627113</id><published>2007-05-11T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RkVQ8F95VCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k6_y7PnGmfw/s1600-h/Kaki_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RkVQ8F95VCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k6_y7PnGmfw/s400/Kaki_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063542349372150818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I bought a sim.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4305641595341627113?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4305641595341627113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4305641595341627113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4305641595341627113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4305641595341627113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-home.html' title='A New Home'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RkVQ8F95VCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k6_y7PnGmfw/s72-c/Kaki_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8530906232983593400</id><published>2007-05-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:34.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline IMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rjlg1V95U3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PnYq6M1WjQ/s1600-h/Drunk_Skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rjlg1V95U3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PnYq6M1WjQ/s400/Drunk_Skunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060182125873550194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe has over-indulged on Abranimations' drunken animation override&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offline IM + Blackberry = Never having to leave the sanctity of your bed&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love it cos you can have conversations like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: I have the worst hangover on the planet and theres proof my flatmates have seen me naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: oh no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: Oh YES!! I'm now imprisoned in my bedroom out of embarassment. You'll never see me again unless someone moves my 'puter up here. Fare thee well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: Let me hop on a plane, I'll get it moved for ya.  Give about 36 hours, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: I'll be a shrivelled dehydrated prune in 36 hours.....you'll be too late. I will my robots to you, be good to them.....they'll be orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: Without you, I'm afraid they may turn to a life of crime. Imagine the world of SL, ruled and controlled by evil orphan robots. You must drink lots of water so you may recover and not allow such a travesty take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: I'm not afraid of my robots running amok. I'm afraid of acknowledging the fact my flatmates have seen me bare-assed, and obviously in need of a wax. Oops. TMI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: I think you will have to come to terms with this. Think about how much better they know you now. Focus on the positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: Mmmmmm yes. Because I too would love &amp;amp; respect them so much more if I had observed them in Nature's glory, 'nads and all. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: maybe it was just a glimpse, and no one saw too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: Ummmm no. I am butt naked in bed with Throwing Up peripherals all around me. They saw me in full glory. My boss is a demon, it's all her fault! Screech!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley: Well, they probably enjoyed the show...er...uh...trying to find some positive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxe Alabaster: Ugh......ok I have to stop IMg now because its disrupting my foetal position. See you when I emerge, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phree2Be Foxley:  you'll be fine.  rest well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8530906232983593400?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8530906232983593400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8530906232983593400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8530906232983593400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8530906232983593400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/05/offline-ims_02.html' title='Offline IMs'/><author><name>Luxe Alabaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547217113568339293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Luxe1cu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rjlg1V95U3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/-PnYq6M1WjQ/s72-c/Drunk_Skunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4202266648597350608</id><published>2007-04-26T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:34.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Gangsta</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone *waves and jumps up &amp; down*!!!  Gosh I've really missed you guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really, really good time. Brushed off so many cobwebs. Gotta love that yoga! 7am wake-up calls for morning yoga sessions will sort all your rusty bits out in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has everyone been?  I hope you've all had a wonderful few weeks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a decision during my trip to put my first life first (which hasn't been the case for awhile) because I really have to focus on getting stuff done RL. I've been procrastinating for ages! But I'll see everyone on the weekends because I love SL and all my friends and my robots too too TOO much. So please don't forget about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending more time on my RL blog, &lt;a href="http://animmaculateconception.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Immaculate Conception&lt;/a&gt;, to chronicle the progress of my start-up as it goes along and offer ideas, resources and learnings from my experience as it happens in real time. So if any of you are interested in getting to know the real me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RjCc6V95UgI/AAAAAAAAAME/1BKNf1_R2XA/s1600-h/Thinc_005.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RjCc6V95UgI/AAAAAAAAAME/1BKNf1_R2XA/s400/Thinc_005.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057714907680166402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thincers rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4202266648597350608?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4202266648597350608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4202266648597350608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4202266648597350608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4202266648597350608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/original-gangsta.html' title='Original Gangsta'/><author><name>Luxe Alabaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547217113568339293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Luxe1cu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RjCc6V95UgI/AAAAAAAAAME/1BKNf1_R2XA/s72-c/Thinc_005.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4162351042339399160</id><published>2007-04-11T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:34.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiblog #4: Hurray, hurray, it's a holi-holi-day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhzGq2pbzzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bsnJD3ovhVE/s1600-h/Holiday%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhzGq2pbzzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bsnJD3ovhVE/s400/Holiday%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052131321528962866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe will be toasting her booty until the end of April.&lt;br /&gt;Get that aloe vera ready for her return :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/12April-2.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4162351042339399160?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4162351042339399160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4162351042339399160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4162351042339399160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4162351042339399160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='Audiblog #4: Hurray, hurray, it&apos;s a holi-holi-day!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhzGq2pbzzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bsnJD3ovhVE/s72-c/Holiday%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4086800893238294442</id><published>2007-04-11T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T04:03:00.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly is the New Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Everyone's a supermodel in SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking of setting up an Ugly Shoppe.  With ugly shapes, skins, reject clothes even your aged mum would never wear, daggy shoes and facial attachments like ginormous zits and ummm......bad green breath particles which blow out as noxious fumes into people's faces.  And bodily sound packs.  And bushy underarm hair attachments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4086800893238294442?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4086800893238294442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4086800893238294442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4086800893238294442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4086800893238294442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugly-is-new-beautiful.html' title='Ugly is the New Beautiful'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1564215695572920691</id><published>2007-04-10T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:34.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Low Can You Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;soundFile=http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/TGA.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UPDATE** I'm going mental with this adding-sound-to-my-blog business!  I often play tracks obessively if I REALLY like them (i.e. loop them 4-5 times in a row) so I'm sharing my Choon-of-the-Day : Taiyou Ga Arukagiri (feat Hazaed &amp; Daddy Shadow) from DJ Krush's Code 4109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some feedback from customers saying they really liked my low-prim alternative to the Ghetto BeatBlaster - who can blame them, the original is a whopping 89 prims! One customer had to put away his living room set to be able to rez the full-prim GBB! *giggles in a secretly thrilled way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a common technique but I thought I'd share it cos it's quite nifty, if I do say so myself! It doesn't work for all objects, but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do is build all the bits and bobs perfectly, then take a close-up of the objects I think can be replaced with textures. So, for the GBB I have a texture of the front panel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhtaKGpbzwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7w7hRBatStU/s1600-h/Lowprim+GBB+texture+Silver.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhtaKGpbzwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7w7hRBatStU/s400/Lowprim+GBB+texture+Silver.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051730536655736578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do a bit of cleaning up in photoshop to make it all neat and puuurrrddy, adding transparent bits so the buttons here can shrink from 15 prims down to.....ONE prim (muahahaha, laughs The Count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhtadWpbzxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-D6AK2xeUYE/s1600-h/lowprim+buttons.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhtadWpbzxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-D6AK2xeUYE/s400/lowprim+buttons.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051730867368218386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I deconstruct the GBB until it's practically naked and replace the bits with textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the trick is not to replace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;with textures because that will just look...BLEH.  Gotta have some bumpy bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two GBBs side-by-side.  Can you tell which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rhtbi2pbzyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aApgy8GGnJk/s1600-h/GBBs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rhtbi2pbzyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aApgy8GGnJk/s400/GBBs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051732061369126690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The full-fat version is on the left, and skinny on the right - a 50-prim diff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1564215695572920691?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1564215695572920691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1564215695572920691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1564215695572920691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1564215695572920691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-low-can-you-go.html' title='How Low Can You Go?'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhtaKGpbzwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7w7hRBatStU/s72-c/Lowprim+GBB+texture+Silver.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-199863151678929745</id><published>2007-04-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:35.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks from Strangers</title><content type='html'>My mother always told me not to accept drinks from strangers.....AND HOW RIGHT SHE WAS!!!  This is what happens if you're not careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhktTKGO7wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LcjISPN78d8/s1600-h/Trippin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhktTKGO7wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LcjISPN78d8/s400/Trippin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051118264223985410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you could quickly press Ctrl-8 a couple of times to zoom out,  then use your camera to zoom back in again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of a hangover, this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Can someone tell me what the Z in "ZOMG" stands for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-199863151678929745?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/199863151678929745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=199863151678929745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/199863151678929745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/199863151678929745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/drinks-from-strangers.html' title='Drinks from Strangers'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhktTKGO7wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LcjISPN78d8/s72-c/Trippin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-3899678261204185328</id><published>2007-04-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiblog #3: ROH-BOH-CHOOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;soundFile=http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/9April.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  The Robochums are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alt, Koi, is extremely attached to &lt;a href="http://www.arbelvogel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arbel Vogel's&lt;/a&gt; Chibi-Robo - she never goes anywhere without it... and when I started building robots I promised her I would make a fleet of shoulder pets so she would never feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THANK YOU Arbel for the inspiration!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robochums (pronounced roh-boh-choooooomz) all come with a menu-driven sound pack that speaks Roboguage. What is Roboguage, you might ask? You'll have to come find me inworld to find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is Robochum Milton.  He's got shifty, animated eyes and holds up a cardboard sign that displays Milton's Laws:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hide behind someone bigger than you&lt;br /&gt;Do it when no-one is looking&lt;br /&gt;When in doubt, run&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklE6GO7tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZAIqTqgwdU/s1600-h/Robochum+Milt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklE6GO7tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZAIqTqgwdU/s400/Robochum+Milt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051109223317827282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robochum Digit waves and winks at you ... he's awfully proud of his long lashes, he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklN6GO7uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F37SRScZWf8/s1600-h/Robochum+Digit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklN6GO7uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F37SRScZWf8/s400/Robochum+Digit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051109377936649954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robochum Rob flashes his eyes at you and lights up your path on those long midnight treks (to the kitchen to get another cupcake).  He also keeps your earlobe toasty with his little flame.  You'll have to buy an ear muff for the other ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklX6GO7vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kf7Q0xk-FgA/s1600-h/Robochum+Rob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklX6GO7vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kf7Q0xk-FgA/s400/Robochum+Rob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051109549735341810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robochum Telly is deep in slumber but I am kicking him awake as we speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-3899678261204185328?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3899678261204185328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=3899678261204185328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3899678261204185328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3899678261204185328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/roh-boh-choom.html' title='Audiblog #3: ROH-BOH-CHOOM'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhklE6GO7tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZAIqTqgwdU/s72-c/Robochum+Milt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4723148911783544398</id><published>2007-04-06T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:42:50.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea #254</title><content type='html'>Can someone please make a magic permissions-changing box where I can put all my textures and scripts and thingumijigs in, and set all the permissions at one click????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4723148911783544398?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4723148911783544398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4723148911783544398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4723148911783544398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4723148911783544398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/idea-256.html' title='Idea #254'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-758533519868057562</id><published>2007-04-05T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiblog #2: Grievous Robotic Harm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhTUWqGO7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OxtN76ibfBw/s1600-h/DoodleBot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhTUWqGO7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OxtN76ibfBw/s400/DoodleBot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049894567911812786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"High on the hills was a lonely doodler,&lt;br /&gt;Doodle-oo, doodle-oo, doo-dle-OOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Loud were the scribblings of the doodler,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doodle-oo, doodle-oo, doo-dle-OOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;soundFile=http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audio/5April.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waayyy waay way wayy back when I first got to SL (ok, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;compared to some)  I came across  &lt;a href="http://doodler.wordpress.com/"&gt;Patch Lamington's&lt;/a&gt;  Leaning Towers of Doodles in Amicitia and thought "WOWIEZOWIE!!"  An avatar after my own heart!  I'm a big doodler, not so much because it's my, umm, preferred medium per se but because I can't draw!  But doodling?  I can doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I entered a period of doodledreams, admiring Patch's work from afar, surreptitiously lurking on street corners in &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/blumfield/104/92/26/index_map.php"&gt;Blumfield&lt;/a&gt;, consulting the Tarot for any hints of a future and fantasising about changing my last name to Lamington (I couldn't - they were all out of dessicated coconut)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like all things, my doodlhimsies faded away and I fixated on something else*.... until...I got an amazing DOODLEBOT in my inventory!!!!!!!!!   Complete with wind-up key!!  It made my day, and extra-sweet was the fact that Patch remembered my request from long, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Proof that the only way to get over an obsession is to replace it with another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I immediately set Doodlebot up in my studio next to my building bench so I could gaze at him while I worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and then I zipped off to buy that doodle-pad typing overrider with it's own scratchy-scribbling sounds I have long coveted but abstained from buying for fear of igniting another fervent infatuation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN &lt;/span&gt;I customised the doodle-pad with my own Robot doodle (because the doodle-pad cleverly allows you to do that!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN &lt;/span&gt;I met Patch and his whole army of Doodlebots in person (it was a bit scary, they were very impassive and their silence was unpredictable....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN &lt;/span&gt;Patch took this picture for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN &lt;/span&gt;I realised purely by coincidence I was dressed in Doodle colours which thrilled my matchy-matchy-self to bits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN &lt;/span&gt;I nipped back to my studio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just in time&lt;/span&gt; to foil an assassination attempt!  Those cheeky little buggers, bristling with jealousy and lulled into a false sense of security by the darkness, had crept up on poor Doodlebot and tried to.....tried to....*gasp* I can't bring myself to say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhTUe6GO7sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nq7M1Si5in8/s1600-h/Murder%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhTUe6GO7sI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Nq7M1Si5in8/s400/Murder%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049894709645733570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed....it's all my fault, I should have raised them better.   Spare the rod, spoil the robot.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thank you Torley for teaching me how to add audio in a much niftier way to my blog!  If the rest of you want to do it too, the tutorial for Blogger users is &lt;a href="http://www.macloo.com/examples/audio_player/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-758533519868057562?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/758533519868057562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=758533519868057562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/758533519868057562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/758533519868057562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/grievous-robotic-harm.html' title='Audiblog #2: Grievous Robotic Harm'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhTUWqGO7rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OxtN76ibfBw/s72-c/DoodleBot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5746008506702150142</id><published>2007-04-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audiblog #1</title><content type='html'>Ummm....so, I got a mic and Skype (I've resisted it for years on the misconception that there;s alot of lag!) and and and and....I thought I'd do an audiblog today. It's a bit stuttery (I'm kinda shy) but.....hehe here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quietinsurgence.com/audiblog/4April.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhO8AaGO7mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ml1jho6cfbw/s200/ListenLuxe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049586322403946082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: Yes - I say umm, yeah, y'know alot....a helluvalot.&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Yes - any chance to flash my logos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5746008506702150142?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5746008506702150142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5746008506702150142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5746008506702150142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5746008506702150142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/audiblog-1_6331.html' title='Audiblog #1'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhO8AaGO7mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ml1jho6cfbw/s72-c/ListenLuxe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1836023266548036758</id><published>2007-04-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:42:55.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea # 253</title><content type='html'>Can someone please make a widget that lives on my desktop and tracks my transaction history?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1836023266548036758?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1836023266548036758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1836023266548036758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1836023266548036758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1836023266548036758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/idea-253.html' title='Idea # 253'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-3021380041089654900</id><published>2007-04-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epileptic - David B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhDXMK6ffdI/AAAAAAAAAII/laP1mkDAQB0/s1600-h/Epileptic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhDXMK6ffdI/AAAAAAAAAII/laP1mkDAQB0/s400/Epileptic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048771786370416082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the wormiest of bookworms and am never more than an arm's length away from a good read.  But it isn't often I'm moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David B's beautiful&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; autobiographical work, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Epileptic&lt;/i&gt; is a memoir of isolation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;, and the noble quest for identity, all rendered in stunning, ferocious imagery.   He shared an idyllic childhood with his  older brother and younger sister, until his brother developed a violent form of epilepsy.  It chronicles his evolution into an artist, and how learning to re-envision and recreate the world with his eyes and hands offered understanding and an escape route from the madness and disease that consumed his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think that comics are for children, think again.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epileptic &lt;/span&gt;is a hauntingly sophisticated and emotionally-gruelling story, woven with a dreamlike quality with insights that will resonate with all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I loved was his portrayal of two sides of human character- his brother who ultimately gave in to his demons, and David, who fought with every ounce of his being.  I have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to meet many people in my travels across the grid.  People like his brother, who hide behind their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;illnesses&lt;/span&gt;, using them as a shield to protect them from the harsh realities of life.  And people like David, who struggle continually onwards, never giving up and never giving in.  I count both as friends - learning from one, and aspiring to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that the true beauty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; lies in its ability to liberate you from the shackles of the physical, and to transport you to the most magical reaches of your mind, and your heart, and your soul.  However there is always the danger that if you're not careful, your refuge may become your prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me?  I have wings, and I love using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Epileptic-David-B/dp/0375714685/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-6696683-0284056?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;qid=1175508289&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-3021380041089654900?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3021380041089654900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=3021380041089654900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3021380041089654900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3021380041089654900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/04/epileptic-david-b.html' title='Epileptic - David B.'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RhDXMK6ffdI/AAAAAAAAAII/laP1mkDAQB0/s72-c/Epileptic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-3823828324435930138</id><published>2007-03-31T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:55:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Thrills</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/torley/441113979/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/441113979_22934dcbee.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/torley/441113979/"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/torley/"&gt;Torley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; I’m not the gushy kind.  Never had posters of famous actors on my wall.   When I see a celeb at the club I look the other way.  Wouldn't pursue an autograph if my life depended on it.  You’ll never catch me pushing on the barricades trying to get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too cool, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torley.com/"&gt;http://torley.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……I’m gyrating inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-3823828324435930138?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3823828324435930138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=3823828324435930138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3823828324435930138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3823828324435930138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/robot-thrills.html' title='Robot Thrills'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/441113979_22934dcbee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-370916874560587543</id><published>2007-03-25T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Gestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RgZvCdJ4XaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KzQLbZN-J7o/s1600-h/AF+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RgZvCdJ4XaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KzQLbZN-J7o/s400/AF+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045842520491711906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have politely refrained from pointing out that despite being a self-proclaimed robot maker, it has actually been quite awhile since I built a new robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractions, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a very long gestation, the Atomic Falcon has finally reared his newborn head.  The result of an unlikely and extremely short-lived union between Wonderwoman and Ultraman (they blamed it on cultural issues), the Atomic Falcon was renounced at birth in favour of his respective parents' careers.  It's a typical story of neglect, made worse by Atomic's conflicting identity crises.   Part-human, part-alien and part machine, Atomic is the anti-thesis of hybrid vigour.  Whereas his contemporaries are saving humans from nuclear wars, evil midgets and pesticides - it's all Atomic can do to motivate himself to fly around the atmosphere, keeping a jealous eye on his peers' achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but how well he flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he ever achieve his full potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-370916874560587543?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/370916874560587543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=370916874560587543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/370916874560587543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/370916874560587543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/very-long-gestation.html' title='A Very Long Gestation'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RgZvCdJ4XaI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KzQLbZN-J7o/s72-c/AF+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-9098502421224632392</id><published>2007-03-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:36.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahm Taaahrd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rf7iUATU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RyFmEs6UTN0/s1600-h/MovingOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rf7iUATU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RyFmEs6UTN0/s400/MovingOut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043717466007853490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that moving house is the 4th most stressful thing you can do after stuff like losing someone you love.  I used to think that was utter rubbish because what about things like losing a limb?  Or winning the lottery then having the ticket blow out of your hands into the fire?  Or getting a REALLY bad perm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it all back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought I'm not finished, and the store's still a mess, and I haven't set the Tiny stuff up, and...and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHM TAHRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break tomorrow.  If anyone sees me come online, pull out your security orb and boot me back into my first life willya?  Momma needs a bubble bath and something easy to make like.....instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you want to visit our new home please do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Alphanumeric%20Shores/53/79/22"&gt;http://slurl.com/secondlife/Alphanumeric%20Shores/53/79/22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a large slurp of wine straight from the bottle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-9098502421224632392?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/9098502421224632392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=9098502421224632392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/9098502421224632392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/9098502421224632392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahm-taaahrd.html' title='Ahm Taaahrd!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rf7iUATU2bI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RyFmEs6UTN0/s72-c/MovingOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4501405612274976350</id><published>2007-03-18T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:37.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rfz38wTU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oSugDKljPSg/s1600-h/Muji+%26+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rfz38wTU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oSugDKljPSg/s400/Muji+%26+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043178305878284690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muji &amp; Me - guess who's who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of making the Watermelon GBB and I take one of my infamous 'breaks' and end up purchasing a new double prim 5120.  But I HAD to!!!!  The sim was called..... ALPHANUMERIC!!!  How can this not be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;home for my robots?   Obviously someone visited my gallery, was dazzled with inspiration and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately &lt;/span&gt;went to rename their sim Alphanumeric in honour of Robot!  Can you blame me for thinking the world revolves around my robots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now busy moving the gallery/shop/wotsit over to the new sim and it'll be really different.  Alot more fun I think.  A proper playground like what I'd always planned for the old tincans.  The gallery was just too big - it would never feel finished.  Juliet told me this from the beginning actually.  So she's rich AND she's right.  Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge shoutout to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Zayn Till&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tasia Tonic&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Metaverse Estates&lt;/span&gt;.  They are the BEST landlords ever.  Totally supportive, open-minded, encouraging and reasonable.  You know they won't run out on you.  Never too busy to pop round to admire a new product and they looked upon all of their tenant's ventures like proud parents.  I will miss you guys *kiss*.  WHAT AM I DOING??  WHY AM I LEAVING????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, did I mention that I was paying for a 11,040sm the same amount Dreamland charges for a 10,048sm tier?  &lt;---- there's something grammatically wrong with that sentence but I can't figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting bit of news - I have met a FABBO filmmaker who wants to shoot a short film about....DUN DUN DUN.......ROBOTS!  How wonderful and fatabulous to meet likeminded people in this crazy metaverse!  I'm chuffed beyond chuffed.  Check Mujibus' photography &lt;a href="http://mujibus.chez-alice.fr/cariboost1/"&gt;(http://mujibus.chez-alice.fr/cariboost1/) &lt;/a&gt; and you'll see why I'm thrilled.  Hmmm what will the plot be...let's see...oldskool sci-fi fan filmaker meets robotmaker with delusions of taking over the world...I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Torley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not forgotten about you and the WGBB.  THANK YOU for the hookups for animators.  Nervous tics sound great....haha....perhaps I should make a Compulsive Ass Scratching robot (arm jerks back, head swivels round, up/down shoulder spasms.  Repeat.)  With an HUD for males to switch the animation to compulsive scrotum checking.  YES, it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a cat.  I start playing with a ball of string then out of the corner of my eye I see a butterfly and go chasing after that.  Then a mouse pokes his head out of a hole and off I go again.  Before I know it, I'm in the next meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is exactly how it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4501405612274976350?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4501405612274976350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4501405612274976350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4501405612274976350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4501405612274976350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-tawt-i-taw-puddy-tat.html' title='I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rfz38wTU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/oSugDKljPSg/s72-c/Muji+%26+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6997316209015892179</id><published>2007-03-16T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:37.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Product Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfpbS2a7-XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HPhHcSNILsM/s1600-h/FatMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfpbS2a7-XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HPhHcSNILsM/s400/FatMan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042443112198961522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a responsible manufacturer, it is my duty to test all Robot products to ensure safety and durability.  Unfortunately our small little enterprise doesn't have access to the same quality control materials that IKEA have (those springs and pounders that emulate 3000 vigourous shags and whatnot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jee and I just ate a whole truckload of cakes (each) and then sat on the sky butlers to see if they would hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say they passed with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to get a product shot in somehow but if you squint and look to the side, you can get a glimpse of Mr Digit.  Barely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6997316209015892179?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6997316209015892179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6997316209015892179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6997316209015892179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6997316209015892179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/product-testing.html' title='Product Testing'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfpbS2a7-XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HPhHcSNILsM/s72-c/FatMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8031194118443841071</id><published>2007-03-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:38.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Art</title><content type='html'>It has been sooooooo long since my last post! All work and no play, really. In SL anyway. The GREAT news is that I've finally gotten the commercial end of Robot going, with listings on SLX and a retail outlet in Geeks Unique. Yay!! I'm so thrilled with anyone who makes a purchase that I am compelled to check out their profile. I mean, you love my robots.....i love you....y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though - this process has been a great learning curve. I havent built a new robot in awhile, but have learnt to make avatars, hack scripts, work photoshop, gained insights on visual merchandising.....AND most of all, realised that building a business in SL is rooted in the same fundamentals as RL. And, seeing as I'm starting an RL business, the lessons have been invaluable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am full of admiration for my friend Juliet. She set Bitter Thorns up around the same time as Robot and her sales has grown in leaps &amp; bounds. She has a focus and a drive that I lack. Did I say admire? I really meant jealous as f*ck! I'm going to work on getting her ass over to my part of the world for my RL concept. If you can't beat 'em, USE 'em! *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting all the artwork I've done for my robots. My friend GP was supposed to have done them, but he got shafted by his sim owner* and left SL in disgust. SO I had to do it all by my own fair hand - a blessing in disguise cos it was so much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the 1st series. These are the flyers with text displayed with the robots in the gallery. The posters are up on the wall without the background text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Luxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Ugh, re island scamming PLEASE be warned.  There are some a*holes out there!  Check this &lt;a href="http://www.secondlifeherald.com/slh/2007/02/island_land_sca.html"&gt;http://www.secondlifeherald.com/slh/2007/02/island_land_sca.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgFc2a7-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_nOimCJD0KM/s1600-h/DG+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgFc2a7-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_nOimCJD0KM/s400/DG+stand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041785776044243282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secondlifeherald.com/slh/2007/02/island_land_sca.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgDjGa7-TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1S0gPPabVj4/s1600-h/MiltPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgDjGa7-TI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1S0gPPabVj4/s400/MiltPOSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041783684395170098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgDYWa7-SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JwR05Pwon6c/s1600-h/Poster+v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgDYWa7-SI/AAAAAAAAAGs/JwR05Pwon6c/s400/Poster+v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041783499711576354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgC-Wa7-RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JtN1Vu5AoFo/s1600-h/TellyPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgC-Wa7-RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JtN1Vu5AoFo/s400/TellyPOSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041783053034977554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8031194118443841071?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8031194118443841071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8031194118443841071&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8031194118443841071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8031194118443841071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/03/robot-art.html' title='Robot Art'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RfgFc2a7-VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_nOimCJD0KM/s72-c/DG+stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8074990623225777728</id><published>2007-02-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:38.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RdKkehs5SRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rh3HaeEevlM/s1600-h/VDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RdKkehs5SRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rh3HaeEevlM/s400/VDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031264578075969810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Valentine's Day Voodoo with red roses from God knows where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="heading"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Er, is that knife for me, darling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2 class="sub-heading padding-top-5 padding-bottom-15"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Beware Valentine’s Day,  it’s prime time for the psycho date, warns PAUL DUDDRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;!-- END: Module - Main Heading --&gt; &lt;div id="region-column1-layout2"&gt;&lt;!--CMA user Call Diffrenet Variation Of Image  --&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN: Module - M24 Article Headline with no image (a) --&gt;&lt;!--set value for print friendly  --&gt;&lt;!-- getting the section url from article. This has been done so that correct url is generated if we are coming from a section or topic --&gt;&lt;!-- Print Author name associated with the article --&gt; &lt;div id="main-article"&gt; &lt;div class="article-author"&gt;&lt;!-- Print Author name from By Line associated with the article --&gt;&lt;span class="byline"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END: Module - M24 Article Headline with no image  --&gt;&lt;!-- Article Copy module --&gt;&lt;!--  BEGIN: Module - Main Article --&gt;&lt;!-- Check the Article Type and display accordingly--&gt;&lt;!-- Print Author image associated with the Author--&gt;&lt;!-- Print the body of the article--&gt;&lt;!-- Pagination --&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and tomorrow night is the Hallowe’en of dating —  the one evening of the year when every hobgoblin lunatic in the land can glam up  and be taken on a proper date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Apart from being an important evening to all the lovers in the world, it is  easily the most auspicious evening of the social calendar to the ever-increasing  band of psychos that roams the land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What is a psycho? The term best describes those in our society who are a  little highly strung, overly sensitive, somewhat dramatic and prone to tears.  They hold two truths to be self-evident: 1 They are at the centre of the  Universe. 2 They feel things more deeply than everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;To the untrained eye, the psycho can appear to be calm, normal, perfectly  level-headed and professional. Psychos are very capable of holding down a good  job as as well as the partners of whom they are now suspicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--#include file="m63-article-related-attachements.html"--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Psycho symptoms can manifest themselves in many ways but there is a pattern  that the majority of March hares display. First the psycho child will appear to  be “delicate” or “gifted”. This can then lead to teenage “artiness”, which  eventually results in the individual demonstrating all behaviour relating to  being “unique”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You’ve met psychos. You know psychos. They work with you, they travel with  you on the bus to work, they could be your mum or dad, your brother or sister.  It’s easy to be unaware of this as the full majesty of the psycho behaviour, or  “tension” as it is sometimes euphemistically termed, usually remains completely  hidden until approximately two hours after you’ve agreed to go out with them on  a long-term basis. When discussing psychos I am not pointing the finger at  either gender, particularly. I certainly don’t want to give the impression that  all women are psychos, as men are just as capable of being nuts. On the whole,  however, men are too lazy and too disorganised to mount an effective psycho  campaign of destruction. It takes considerable multi-tasking skills to  coordinate the shredding of a wardrobe of suits while hiding prawns in the  curtains and logging on to eBay to sell your Maserati for £50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Psycho dating is a universal pursuit open to all-comers. There is no  discrimination based on gender, social class, or age. Indeed many experience  it’s white-knuckle ride while still in their teens, as you can see from these  examples taken from my book &lt;i&gt;Ever Dated a Psycho?&lt;/i&gt; : “At 16 I met a girl  and we started seeing each other. After only a few weeks she insisted on going  to the pub at least an hour before me to make sure there was no one I could  flirt with. I had to get up early, walk to her house and wait for her to get  ready before getting a bus to college because she didn’t trust me to get on two  stops after her. I had to wait for her to collect me after lessons at college  and she would tell me to whom I was and wasn’t allowed to talk. The last straw  was her having a go at me because I was on crutches and she couldn’t hold my  hand and show everyone that I was hers.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;So back to tomorrow night, for instance. It’s the night of February 14;  you’re in the restaurant. There is a better than even chance that at some point  food will become involved. This might be the first chance to determine whether  the person sitting opposite you is a little emotionally skittish. Food is an  enormous issue to most psychos. They enjoy nothing more than traipsing around  healthfood shops looking for palm oil to help to make some vile concoction that  assists detoxification. Many psychos have eating disorders; most attend groups.  Take this example: “The moment that I realised it wasn’t going to last with my  girlfriend was the day we went to the cinema together. She was already heading  for a bad mood when we left — I should have known then. I bought a mixed box of  popcorn (half sweet/half salty). In the middle of the film she asked me to pass  her some sweet popcorn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“When I told her that this was impossible as it was all mixed up and the only  way for me to tell which bits were which flavour would be to to eat it, she flew  off the handle and started shouting at me calling me a w***** in the middle of  the film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“And the best bit was that she knocked the whole box in to the air, covering  the two friends who were with us and stormed out, shouting, in the middle of the  film, that I was being totally f****** selfish, unreasonable and greedy.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I would suggest that you offer to pay or at least go Dutch tomorrow night.  The psycho is legendary for being very cautious where his or her money is  concerned. Happy to spend yours, though. “I dated a guy who was completely  obsessed with money. He earned loads and would boast about it to anyone who  would listen. He would tell everyone how expensive everything he owned was yet  he would count every single penny. He would insist on going to expensive  restaurants that he knew that I couldn’t really afford, and instead of just  splitting the bill, he would work out exactly who’d eaten what and what they  owed. If I asked him to buy me some chewing gum while he was at the shop he  would ask for the money back. He kept an accounts book of every single penny he  spent. About a week after we split up he sent me a text message saying that I  still owed him £4.85 and could I send him a cheque!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If dinner goes well you may get lucky and decide to take things further with  your new love. The psycho in the bedroom offers you a whole new world of wonder  and exhilaration. “My previous girlfriend was a nut. During sex she had an  obsession with Fireman Sam and Trumpton (from &lt;i&gt;Postman Pat&lt;/i&gt; ). She would  scream out the names of all the firemen from Trumpton and the theme song from  Fireman Sam. If she got them wrong I was made to spank her and she would start  again. That was just the bedroom. When we were out on dates she would get so  drunk that she would just leave the bar without telling anyone and always get a  taxi to her nan’s house. We didn’t stay together long.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don’t be put off or indeed scared off going on tomorrow’s date. There are  many upsides to dating a psycho: The running away keeps you fit. You gain enough  pharmaceutical knowledge to retrain as a chemist. You have convenient access to  the complete works of Dr Phil. You will have plenty of intriguing stories to  tell your grandchildren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hope now you are feeling a little more prepared for tomorrow night.  Statistics suggest that at least half of the population is a psycho. If after  careful analysis your date doesn’t seem to be nuts then you can be certain that  the only psycho at the table is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8074990623225777728?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8074990623225777728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8074990623225777728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8074990623225777728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8074990623225777728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RdKkehs5SRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Rh3HaeEevlM/s72-c/VDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5466458299066125606</id><published>2007-02-11T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:38.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Yawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rc9GTRs5SQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/l_mbTNgnE9o/s1600-h/Bitter+Thorns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rc9GTRs5SQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/l_mbTNgnE9o/s400/Bitter+Thorns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030316605779298562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....is anyone even still reading this?  I think people only read other people's blogs on the offchance they will see themselves mentioned.  Or discover dirty little trashy secrets about people they know (or in the case of celebs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish &lt;/span&gt;they knew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I have been holed up in my studio trying to get this gallery up and running, I haven't socialised in WEEKS!  And I've also lapsed on my sucking up so no-one is telling me dirty little secrets anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a drag...did I really come to Second Life to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have any new pictures of myself to post.  That's really saying something.  So I'll post one of Juliet in her cyberpunk jewelry.  She's renting the parcel in Seonhan (&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/%28unknown%20region%29/87/147/38"&gt;SLUrl&lt;/a&gt;) and her stuff is fab.u.lous.  Mmmmm FABulous!  Beautifully crafted, high detail....technical perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows it too....*makes a W with her fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5466458299066125606?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5466458299066125606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5466458299066125606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5466458299066125606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5466458299066125606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-yawn.html' title='What a Yawn...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rc9GTRs5SQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/l_mbTNgnE9o/s72-c/Bitter+Thorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5094892922684453043</id><published>2007-02-07T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:38.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.E.D.</title><content type='html'>Wow - how long has it been since my last post?  I've been tongue-tied.  And,  RL has been keeping me very occupied (preoccupied?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first - a huge shout-out to my dear friend &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kraken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Uramen&lt;/span&gt; who worked his &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pixelated&lt;/span&gt; arse off during assessment time to help me build a new gallery for my robots to live.  Beautifully constructed in his very unique style, and right on brief.  I wanted a build that would look fabulous on the inside, and if anyone bothered to fly up, would resemble a robot from above.  Clever &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kraken&lt;/span&gt; who got it just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise in advance for bastardising his creation and changing all the textures - but my robots were all clamouring in a jealous rage because the gallery was taking all the attention away from them.  Ugh, the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irrepressible&lt;/span&gt; clang of stomping tin feet.  I couldn't bear it and had to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acquiesce&lt;/span&gt; by changing all the textures to wood.  But here is a picture of F.R.E.D. in his original glory.  Kraken's got some great pics up on &lt;a href="http://kraken-uramen.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rcm4cEG_41I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dOzKnTLGz2Q/s1600-h/fred02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rcm4cEG_41I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dOzKnTLGz2Q/s400/fred02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028753251214811986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Freaking Rare Electronic Device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh....and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;tell you about Juliet's new shop Bitter Thorns.  Tomorrow - am going to take some pictures tonight to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirra, darlings x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5094892922684453043?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5094892922684453043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5094892922684453043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5094892922684453043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5094892922684453043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/02/fred.html' title='F.R.E.D.'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/Rcm4cEG_41I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dOzKnTLGz2Q/s72-c/fred02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6229968479800940177</id><published>2007-01-25T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:39.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I seem to have cheered up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbmKvosokyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-KyssL3_F4M/s1600-h/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbmKvosokyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-KyssL3_F4M/s400/J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024199410291610402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ I can be a moody cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what do you call a straight RL male presenting as a gay female in SL?  Transavi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kraken, if you're reading this - I am sooooooOooOOoooooOOOOO looking forward to seeing that build.  Like, SO rilly rilly rilly looking forward to it.  Ants in my pants kind of thing.....XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - everyone is selling up on my island.  What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6229968479800940177?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6229968479800940177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6229968479800940177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6229968479800940177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6229968479800940177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-seem-to-have-cheered-up.html' title='I seem to have cheered up'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbmKvosokyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-KyssL3_F4M/s72-c/J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-692982385281005504</id><published>2007-01-23T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:39.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbbT9YsokxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uAPuDGfRvcY/s1600-h/BadKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbbT9YsokxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uAPuDGfRvcY/s400/BadKitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023435485933507346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste has gone.....Shermie is as bored as I am.  Phree's not around.   I need more normal people to hang out with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....says the halo-ed cat with the killer claws and tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much longer I will stay for....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-692982385281005504?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/692982385281005504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=692982385281005504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/692982385281005504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/692982385281005504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbbT9YsokxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uAPuDGfRvcY/s72-c/BadKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8291929625573598982</id><published>2007-01-23T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:39.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends Often...</title><content type='html'>...accuse me of having my head stuck up my arse, but this is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbXavosokvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s5AUQOd9B3E/s1600-h/PrimSed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbXavosokvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s5AUQOd9B3E/s400/PrimSed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023161471314989810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe was caught unawares at Sylfie's new &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sylfie/55/38/23"&gt;Prim Seductions&lt;/a&gt; main store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8291929625573598982?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8291929625573598982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8291929625573598982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8291929625573598982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8291929625573598982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-friends-often.html' title='My Friends Often...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbXavosokvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s5AUQOd9B3E/s72-c/PrimSed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5861809935265947340</id><published>2007-01-21T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:09:25.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You're Ever Feeling Lame...</title><content type='html'>...about being a pathetic shut-in, constantly on the computer and watching your RL slip away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, there's always someone duller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dullmen.com/airport.htm"&gt;http://www.dullmen.com/airport.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5861809935265947340?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5861809935265947340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5861809935265947340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5861809935265947340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5861809935265947340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-youre-ever-feeling-lame.html' title='If You&apos;re Ever Feeling Lame...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2573118020100833511</id><published>2007-01-21T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:39.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbRLwCRcYWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jyZHidfk7DU/s1600-h/GhettoBeatBlast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbRLwCRcYWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jyZHidfk7DU/s400/GhettoBeatBlast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022722773040783714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe foolishly wore heels from Minx (and broke them),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but her flatcap from FNKY! and her Toxicity dress from Canimal held up nicely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, enough moping now.  I accept that there's only so much I can do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, it's my Birthday Week!! Woohoo! So the theme for this week will be Things that I Have, instead of Things that I Have Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I DO have is this brilliant ghetto blaster I made over the weekend to accompany my new Krazy Legz breakdancing robot. Hours of obsession. Shermie would visit in the morning.....and come back 10 hrs later to see me still hunched over the blasted (pun intended) thing with the only visible change being a knob repositioned slighty (oh, but what a perfect knob it is. Um, that sounds kind of WRONG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it is....you can select classic b-boy tracks from the 80s! It might be elementary, my dear Watson, but I'm thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;Hey You the Rocksteady Crew (RSC)&lt;br /&gt;Rock It (Herbie Hancock)&lt;br /&gt;The Message (Grandmaster Flash)&lt;br /&gt;It's Like That (Run DMC)&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio (Grandmaster Flash)&lt;br /&gt;Rapper's Delight (Sugarhill Gang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requests are most welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many prims?" you ask.  89.  MUAHAHAHAHA!!!  Krazy Legz and the beatbox were inspired by a certain someone anyway, so I suppose high-prims are mandatory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - can I just say that the Academy SL and TUi chat channels are a brilliant resource for new builders/scripters. Most people are soooooo helpful, and I've made some cool friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Props to Juliet/Kommissario for not just loving the boombox, but also showing me where to get the best breakdancing HUD in SL with wicked moves, and you can invite up to 4 people to pop with you (&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Devils%20Moon/166/116/250"&gt;Abranimations&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just find an illustrator....I might post a wanted ad on the forums....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2573118020100833511?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2573118020100833511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2573118020100833511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2573118020100833511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2573118020100833511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-week.html' title='A New Week....'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbRLwCRcYWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jyZHidfk7DU/s72-c/GhettoBeatBlast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4031347554399905001</id><published>2007-01-19T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:40.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Death of Lover's Tree I Sat Down and Wept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbCruSRcYVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PGS0iCltXvw/s1600-h/Relic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbCruSRcYVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PGS0iCltXvw/s400/Relic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021702396185436498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RELIC - "Death of Lover's Tree", Sanctum Sanctorum (&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sanctum%20Sanctorum/38/130/0"&gt;SLurl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have hurt someone dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;*bows head in shame and sadness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4031347554399905001?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4031347554399905001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4031347554399905001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4031347554399905001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4031347554399905001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/by-death-of-lovers-tree-i-sat-down-and.html' title='By the Death of Lover&apos;s Tree I Sat Down and Wept'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RbCruSRcYVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PGS0iCltXvw/s72-c/Relic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1205492284405639257</id><published>2007-01-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:40.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>I've realised that there is a common thread that binds me to my friends in SL - obsessive compulsive disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been building non-stop for three days, at the expense of eating, sleeping and communicating with anything that isn't made of pixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Luxe Process:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sketch a design and decide to start working on it at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;2) 4pm I'm still frantically TP'g from shop to shop trying on my 322nd demo skin.&lt;br /&gt;3) 4:45pm finally sit down to build.&lt;br /&gt;4) 5:22pm I'm on prim #15 of about 50.&lt;br /&gt;5) 5:23pm I rez prim # 16 and twist and taper it a bit before thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;, this shape would make a brilliant lampshade!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) 7:30pm still working on that lampshade, having taken about 10 detours to look for textures, scripts and animations to go with it. I don't have my robot but I have this mad 40 prim lamp that would look just perfect....nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to burn out very soon, I can feel myself teetering on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny, but my closest friends in SL are the same! We make plans to do things...but the desire, the need, heck...the burning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necessity &lt;/span&gt;for one of us to find that perfect texture, or search for that ideal plant in (minimum) 20 different shops completely blows our plans out of the window. And let's not talk about the time it takes to obsess about where aforementioned plants/textures etc should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my friend who had an important RL appointment the next day but was still logged on a couple of hours before scheduled appointment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey - we're the normal ones....it's the rest of the world who have gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, keep telling yourself that Luxe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, now I'm talking to myself as well.   OCD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;a multiple personality disorder.  For fuck's sake, what's bloody next - Tourette's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaUXaiRcYTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_LAXxj-GkEs/s1600-h/Schizo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaUXaiRcYTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_LAXxj-GkEs/s400/Schizo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018443104418292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe and friends are in skins by TaP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1205492284405639257?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1205492284405639257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1205492284405639257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1205492284405639257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1205492284405639257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaUXaiRcYTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_LAXxj-GkEs/s72-c/Schizo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1483606357561931716</id><published>2007-01-08T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:40.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Gallery of Old Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaKIf7yTEDI/AAAAAAAAADo/5AFS7_N3KqQ/s1600-h/Robot+4C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaKIf7yTEDI/AAAAAAAAADo/5AFS7_N3KqQ/s200/Robot+4C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017723017050132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making stuff! Specifically, reproductions of tin robots that I love and collect RL.   They'll be serialised &amp; sold in limited quantities.  I'm not sure what anyone would do with a tin robot in SL, but then again - what do I do with tin robots RL?  It's not like they bring me my morning cup of tea (1 sugar, slightly milky, thick as sludge TYVM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I made the gallery to house them in. All by myself.  With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of encouragement from my lovely F *bisous*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gallery is in Seonhan (69, 122, 35).  Please come see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanks Shermie for the title inspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Phree if you're reading this, you were a real sweetheart about that parcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaKHl7yTEBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-ykZN6jPX7U/s1600-h/RobotGallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaKHl7yTEBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-ykZN6jPX7U/s400/RobotGallery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017722020617719826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1483606357561931716?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1483606357561931716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1483606357561931716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1483606357561931716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1483606357561931716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-gallery-of-old-robots.html' title='A New Gallery of Old Robots'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RaKIf7yTEDI/AAAAAAAAADo/5AFS7_N3KqQ/s72-c/Robot+4C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8067178758285323079</id><published>2007-01-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:40.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Box of Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZtU_ybELqI/AAAAAAAAACw/Die0dUKL8uA/s1600-h/Before-After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZtU_ybELqI/AAAAAAAAACw/Die0dUKL8uA/s400/Before-After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015696064850964130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe and Double Luxe are wearing camo bikinis by Kru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's no secret that the Alabasters are notorious for a) being gluttons and b) having a snail-paced metabolism.  The Christmas season is fraught with peril.  Mince pies and log cakes.  Roast turkey and bacon drippings.  Cream.  Custard.  Crackling.  Oh, crackling....surely the most wonderous of all food groups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slaps herself out of food trance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That damned Newton had to ruin it with his bloody Third Law.  It never works the way you want it to - why can't the act of lifting a tasty morsel to your mouth produce an equal and opposite reaction in your metabolic rate, resulting in dramatic weight loss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering pursuing a new career in reverse Before/After modelling.  Nevermind the modelling diss in my earlier post, these are desperate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either that or become a poster girl for Feeders'R'Us.  Not a bad idea, except for the guys I'd end up meeting.  Talk about a co-dependant relationship.  Years in therapy....no fanks, guv - I'd much rather use the money to upgrade from Maldon to fleur de sel.  And maybe invest in a colonic or ten....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8067178758285323079?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8067178758285323079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8067178758285323079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8067178758285323079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8067178758285323079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is a Box of Chocolates'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZtU_ybELqI/AAAAAAAAACw/Die0dUKL8uA/s72-c/Before-After.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6949203434039898589</id><published>2006-12-31T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:41.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZfRVybELpI/AAAAAAAAACk/1e5loBEHBeo/s1600-h/Sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZfRVybELpI/AAAAAAAAACk/1e5loBEHBeo/s400/Sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014706882343087762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last post of the year and I don't know what to write about. Should I talk about men? Shopping? Me? Hey, I've just realised that 'Men' is just 'Me' with an extra letter at the end of it. Hmmmm. And not even a vowel at that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see that YouTube guy who took a photo of himself everyday for like, 6 years and then comped them together into a video? Now that's commitment. I have been thinking about snapping my outfit everyday for the next year, but that seems like alot of hard work. Anyone in favour say I. Oh, youknowwhatimean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last insight for the year: SL is great cos it's just so bloody EASY. Over-indulged over the festive season and can't be arsed to exercise? Hey - just adjust your shape a little. Too lazy to shift the sliders? Just go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt; a new one!  Perspiration?  What's that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, clock is ticking - quick, resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1) STOP eating at my desk, especially crumbly, crackery things that breed ant farms in my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Prioritise answering the telephone over answering IMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;agree to requests by strange men to to sit on strange poseballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop feeling guilty about appearing offline to annoying twats (but not quite having the heart to kick them off my list completely). And no, I'm not talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Make more of an effort to meet some cool girls because I miss female company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Spend more time with The Sherms because he keeps me sane in a crazy convulated kind of way by being so psychotically insane.  Shermie is irony playing Twister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Keep my inventory organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Make friends with a furry.  Like, good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) And finally, my last resolution is for Fade.  But I'm not telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Newsflash: I hear Lionel Richie singing "All Night Long" on the telly. Are we back in the 80s again?? Or is it just cos Nicole is so hot right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a f*cking fab.u.lous 2007.&lt;br /&gt;It is the dawn of a New Year, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles it may hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6949203434039898589?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6949203434039898589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6949203434039898589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6949203434039898589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6949203434039898589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-words.html' title='Last Words'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZfRVybELpI/AAAAAAAAACk/1e5loBEHBeo/s72-c/Sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5756461368856317885</id><published>2006-12-28T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:41.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling</title><content type='html'>I dropped in at a junkyard and picked up this HUGE animation freebie with about 100 model poses, and spent a very entertaining evening trying them out.  I can't believe some AVs have to pose like this all day for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if SL models are like the RL models I know here.  Hmmmm.  To be a cliche or not to be: that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our two cents' worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZR8mfVdF1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ys7WP1zkrRY/s1600-h/Penis+Envy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZR8mfVdF1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ys7WP1zkrRY/s400/Penis+Envy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013769285858563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ryno, Koi and Luxe are wearing flexi penis in Circumcised.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Roboto refused to participate because he is currently dating a supermodel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, PS: mature content....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5756461368856317885?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5756461368856317885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5756461368856317885&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5756461368856317885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5756461368856317885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/modelling.html' title='Modelling'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZR8mfVdF1I/AAAAAAAAACY/ys7WP1zkrRY/s72-c/Penis+Envy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1264850483060197599</id><published>2006-12-27T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:41.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Yuletide</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over, and I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is usually such a happy time for me, filled with excitement and anticipation for Santa's stockings and the year ahead. But I am one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was going to all the wrong parties, but SL was a downer. Many of my friends were sad, or lonely, or depressed, or all of the above. I wish there was so much more I could do than sit and listen, a poseball's width apart while my avi checked her nails and looked around and stretched and yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no insights, no experiences, or words of advice to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, perhaps, to visit Kawaii Ku in Nakama...where you will always find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I am here for you always &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZKfnPVdF0I/AAAAAAAAACI/qDYKGneggJ8/s400/Kawaii+Ku2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013244831697016642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZKewvVdFzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q-Y0KPADAvg/s1600-h/Kawaii+Ku.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1264850483060197599?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1264850483060197599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1264850483060197599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1264850483060197599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1264850483060197599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year-another-yuletide.html' title='Another Year, Another Yuletide'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZKfnPVdF0I/AAAAAAAAACI/qDYKGneggJ8/s72-c/Kawaii+Ku2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-5633463228325369134</id><published>2006-12-26T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:42.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZE8O_VdFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z9woB0xRJH0/s1600-h/Koi+CU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZE8O_VdFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z9woB0xRJH0/s400/Koi+CU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012854088457328402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Koi is in Death Kitty by Gothica, and Mr Roboto is appearing as himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discouraged by the lack of options in male clothing, Koi has decided to take drastic measures and undergo a complete makeover. Err, did I say makeover? I meant sex change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her much better this way, we're getting on like a house on fire AND she has found her BFF (um, best friend forever for the rest of you).  We went shopping all day at The Block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best birthday EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZFAwPVdFyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ICal79llVn8/s1600-h/KS_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZFAwPVdFyI/AAAAAAAAABw/ICal79llVn8/s400/KS_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012859057734489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Koi wears Gothique Lolita by Canimal, and Scene is fierce in Dice from Artilleri.  Mr Roboto is on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-5633463228325369134?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5633463228325369134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=5633463228325369134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5633463228325369134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/5633463228325369134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/gender-wars.html' title='Gender Wars'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RZE8O_VdFxI/AAAAAAAAABo/Z9woB0xRJH0/s72-c/Koi+CU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-4897013642303360235</id><published>2006-12-25T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:42.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY-ImvVdFwI/AAAAAAAAABc/U1phqE3Vx_s/s1600-h/MerryXmas+Profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY-ImvVdFwI/AAAAAAAAABc/U1phqE3Vx_s/s400/MerryXmas+Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012375109409511170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first Christmas in SL and all I did was shop for skins to match the gorgeous pressies I got from you-kn0w-who.  Who?  Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Crimbo, friends &amp;amp; lovers xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-4897013642303360235?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4897013642303360235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=4897013642303360235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4897013642303360235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/4897013642303360235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY-ImvVdFwI/AAAAAAAAABc/U1phqE3Vx_s/s72-c/MerryXmas+Profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2963502770944922683</id><published>2006-12-23T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:42.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>I had to ask Koi (my alt) to come over to Topaz and help me out with Christmas cards today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest. feeling. ever. to be eyeballing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we started to disagree with each other almost immediately  and it wasn't long before that old chestnut:&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE you," screams Koi, slamming the door.&lt;br /&gt;"FINE!" yells Luxe, spit flying in fury.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't ask to be born!!" Koi's muffled shouts reverberate through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever.  At least I got my Christmas cards sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY0f-PVdFvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g9V5UjeUrFY/s1600-h/Sibling+Rivalry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY0f-PVdFvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g9V5UjeUrFY/s400/Sibling+Rivalry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011697114462099186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe is fuming in Santa's Little Ho by Solange, and Koi is sulking in Gritty Kitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2963502770944922683?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2963502770944922683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2963502770944922683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2963502770944922683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2963502770944922683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RY0f-PVdFvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g9V5UjeUrFY/s72-c/Sibling+Rivalry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8130419199022054683</id><published>2006-12-22T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:43.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Favourite Places</title><content type='html'>I've decided they should have a post of their own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYvAy_VdFtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x1d1xb3bIqQ/s1600-h/Little+Kyoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYvAy_VdFtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x1d1xb3bIqQ/s400/Little+Kyoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011310992607221458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy's &lt;strong&gt;Little Kyoto&lt;/strong&gt; in Juho, and my new friend Accord's skins at Neko's shop. Fabulous, glowing, luminous. Don't forget to visit the exquisite sento (or Japanese communal bath) for a bit of skinship. They have even thoughtfully provided towels and yukata for post-bath lounging.  Here I am in one of Accord's skin Chihiro Skin Bihada (medium) in Mai make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYvFbPVdFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/g55hiD3A5wg/s1600-h/Pops+Greasy+Spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYvFbPVdFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/g55hiD3A5wg/s400/Pops+Greasy+Spoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011316082143467234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pop's Greasy Spoon at Vampire Empire&lt;/strong&gt;.  Best hotcakes and poptarts this side of the metaverse.  Remember to be kind to Grendel, the sweetest pixie you'll ever meet and say Hi from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8130419199022054683?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8130419199022054683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8130419199022054683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8130419199022054683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8130419199022054683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-favourite-places.html' title='2 Favourite Places'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYvAy_VdFtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/x1d1xb3bIqQ/s72-c/Little+Kyoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8604916616631684290</id><published>2006-12-17T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL Otaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYVKiPVdFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pc3UEYGTE5c/s1600-h/Poseur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009492112612071106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYVKiPVdFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pc3UEYGTE5c/s400/Poseur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe is wearing a beige off-shouldered sweater by Iki, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a jade choker by Shiny Things, and aviators from FNKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;William Gibson described an otaku as a 'pathological techno-fetishist with social deficit' in his cult classic Idoru. It's not particularly complimentary, especially in Japan, and more often than not refers to a 30 year-old living in his parent's basement, swaddled in grey, saggy y-fronts, subsisting on instant ramen and only leaving their cracksweat infused computer chair to eat, shit or sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I arrived in beautiful sun-drenched Sydney today and am staying in a gorgeous modern hotel under the Harbour Bridge overlooking that old postcard favourite, the Opera House. Summer is here, and the sun is reflecting brilliant jewels off the aquamarine of Sydney Harbour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And where am I? Holed up in my hotel room, hunched over my laptop with room service (Coffin Bay oysters, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; instant ramen, thank you very much) scouring SL for new, cool places and hoping Babs will login soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's a slippery slope, my friends, a very slippery slope indeed," I mutter, squirming in my seat thinking that thongs are so uncomfortable for sitting any extended length of time, and wondering if I've thrown those old granny pants away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8604916616631684290?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8604916616631684290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8604916616631684290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8604916616631684290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8604916616631684290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/sl-otaku.html' title='SL Otaku'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RYVKiPVdFsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pc3UEYGTE5c/s72-c/Poseur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2991131698780710170</id><published>2006-12-07T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:22:43.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie Nostalgia / SK8</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling nostalgic for the excitement I felt as a brand new newbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has felt so limited of late - frustration at poseballs that never work,  a hunger like a dirty claw that is never truly satisfied.  Conversations that duplicate themselves.  Recognizing patterns like too many repeats on a prim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to turn my head away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shakes herself to clear the doom &amp; gloom*&lt;br /&gt;*Takes a long and lingering sip of Kim Crawford's State Highway 63 Sauvignon Blanc*&lt;br /&gt;*Says MMMMMMMMM in her head, in SL, on her blog and out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.  Now that's out of my system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been to the skate park at Blacktail Ridge?  It's wicked fun, but first - sort yourself out with a skateboard.  I reckon Stizzy's at Zephyr Heights have the best decks.  I bought Eduardo Falken's board with 31 tricks and 9 jumps bla bla bla but it  felt a bit too clunky.  Who wants to be pressing all those buttons when you're carving up the bowls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me of the katana I bought from Tiger Armour.  Beautiful to look at.  Cost a FAIR penny.  But in the middle of a battle, who can be arsed to type "/5 slash"?  Surely speed and accuracy are key?  I could well be missing a trick here - someone enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should change the name of this blog to "Notes from an Impulsive Shopper"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RXgLStH8eVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uXJLZPgOenY/s1600-h/Blacktail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RXgLStH8eVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uXJLZPgOenY/s400/Blacktail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005763401800776018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My favourite cameo is practising his kickflips on a Stizzy board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and PS:&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo has just released a new perfume called Live Luxe! I saw it on the plane back from Hong Kong and may I just say......it reeks like an old lady that has tried to disguise her incontinence with too much Windex. Sorry J.Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my name, my blog and my whole second life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2991131698780710170?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2991131698780710170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2991131698780710170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2991131698780710170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2991131698780710170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/12/newbie-nostalgia-sk8.html' title='Newbie Nostalgia / SK8'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LkhgX4DLCQ/RXgLStH8eVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uXJLZPgOenY/s72-c/Blacktail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-8664755898602523298</id><published>2006-11-29T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:33:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nexus Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/432839/Nexus%20Prime%20di.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/236078/Nexus%20Prime%20di.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the birth of Coruscant, and it was a city called Nexus Prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over how varied the landscapes are in SL.  One moment I'm in Sanrio Land, the next, in an underground sewer exploring the warren-like tunnels that trail beneath a steel giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nexus Prime made my heart pound in a violent melody.  Raw, unfinished construction.  Shadows that dance in dark corners.   The oily metal stink of silent buildings lying in wait.  Here, we are standing within the exoskeleton of a structure on the verge of creation, or at the brink of death - I cannot tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the journey, Chris Cunningham's Bjork video &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1025673033973591170"&gt;All is Full of Love&lt;/a&gt; plays over and over in my head like a siren song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-8664755898602523298?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8664755898602523298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=8664755898602523298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8664755898602523298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/8664755898602523298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/nexus-prime.html' title='Nexus Prime'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1368124254679743067</id><published>2006-11-28T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:29:17.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/Sunset.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/Sunset.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunset by Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which it passes to a row of ancient trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving you, not really belonging to either,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that turns to a star each night and climbs--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your own life, timid and standing high and growing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1368124254679743067?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1368124254679743067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1368124254679743067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1368124254679743067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1368124254679743067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunset-sunrise.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2072041300660355365</id><published>2006-11-28T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:53:00.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Es Ach Oh Pee Pee Ai En Gee</title><content type='html'>What a fabulous day! I finally got to meet Scene and we went SHOPPING!!!!!!! Totally wicked chick, and soooooo much fun...even if it was a little disarming because I had to refrain from gossipping about boys we both know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like lists, here's the Top Three of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/SHOPPING.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/SHOPPING.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3: Rugged Leather boots from Shiny Things (Hotei) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Anya, whom I boot-stalked at Naughty, for the heads up on where she got hers. They make the best clomping sound and have a great weight to them. I feel 'ard as nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2: Electric blue stiletto boots - Prim Seductions(Octopia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got real thing for electric blue and stripes at the moment. Here I have indulged in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But caveat emptor if I may - at Prim Seductions, one is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 : Everything in Laundry (Nakama)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully style, hand-drawn pieces with a Japanese monchromatic aesthetic. Simple, chic, uncomplicated, necessary. Scene and I bought everything, and then Fade came to polish off the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the visual merchadising display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally, a tram ride to nowhere...and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/Nakama.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/Nakama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe is wearing a Laundry Mini Cheongsam in white, with dark wash Iki skinny jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fade is in Laundry Long Shirt/Pants 005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2072041300660355365?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2072041300660355365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2072041300660355365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2072041300660355365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2072041300660355365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/es-ach-oh-pee-pee-ai-en-gee.html' title='Es Ach Oh Pee Pee Ai En Gee'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6970969454788038688</id><published>2006-11-25T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:05:25.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexia in SL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/275905/Picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/320/193100/Picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luxe is in Solange's Shimmer in red and pumps from Minx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have definitely dropped a couple of pounds since I've been here - where does everyone go for a meal? I've never seen anyone eat! In fact, I often forget to eat myself and please note: I haven't missed a meal since that 12-hour interval when I was being born. Don't worry, as soon as I remember I sit down and have about a dozen plates of food to make up for lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my pre-SL days, if I had been on Miss Universe and asked what was my greatest hope for mankind, the answer would &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; have been World Peace but a world where gluttony is of no consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have found it, there's nothing to bloody glut on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I hear The Rose is pretty good so I'm going to check it out tomorrow.....now who can I ask to come with me? I know! Where are you little Shermie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE*** Shermie and I went to The Rose last night at about 8pm? There was no-one there. But it was great to reacquaint myself with the tunes of Miami Sound Machine....how I've missed you, Gloria.  Not.  What about the food, you ask? Put it this way - I'm still hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6970969454788038688?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6970969454788038688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6970969454788038688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6970969454788038688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6970969454788038688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/anorexia-in-sl.html' title='Anorexia in SL'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-3031565118994662680</id><published>2006-11-24T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:04:30.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in SLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/548698/SLove%20montage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/942515/SLove%20montage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh that wonderful thing called Love. When I first got here, a friend took me exploring and later on revealed that he was heartbroken at a marriage that had ended. He'd caught "that bitch fucking a bunch of goths in their bedroom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified. And when I found out that all of this had happened in SL, I was amazed. How could anyone form such an emotional attachment to an avatar? I was sceptical, and admittedly, judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I was there when chatrooms exploded, hurried home from dinner to make dates on ICQ....and yes, the friends on the other side were more that marching ASCII characters across a screen....but love? REAL love? Physical pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, after talking to so many people, watching the genuine warmth between two AVs in love, observing souls communicate... I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Fade clarified it for me - he said that when you have to emote your actions, describe what you're doing and what you're feeling, it becomes hyper-real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the security that comes with knowing exactly how the other person feels and what their intentions are....then layering your own desires and fantasies over that. It's intoxicating. How often does that kind of connection happen in RL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about cyber....that is, for me anyway, just creative copywriting. How many people in this world &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; have the ability to accurately type one-handed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm talking about a genuine emotional bond. People who make you smile in the darkness. Curling up in sadness when they don't show up. Missing them and looking forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I've encountered full-blown OMG it's Love....I haven't felt the desire to say I love you. I haven't even really made love*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have yearned. I've glimpsed that slash of technicolour when someone arrives next to me. I am aware of the torrent of emotions that threaten beneath the surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I understand now? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to love, what's better? 2-dimensional passion in a 3d world.....or the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to you, magnificent SLovers - may your unions virtually last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cyber doesn't count. OKAY???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-3031565118994662680?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3031565118994662680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=3031565118994662680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3031565118994662680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3031565118994662680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/falling-in-slove.html' title='Falling in SLove'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-766293922169966203</id><published>2006-11-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:11:30.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/325082/Topaz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/257155/Topaz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I should be out exploring but all I want to do is stay at home.  Is that so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always welcome to visit.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-766293922169966203?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/766293922169966203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=766293922169966203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/766293922169966203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/766293922169966203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/homebody.html' title='Homebody.'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-2667489425007050534</id><published>2006-11-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:20:16.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought # 486</title><content type='html'>I use too many exclamation marks.  I must stop!!!  I must stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-2667489425007050534?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2667489425007050534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=2667489425007050534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2667489425007050534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/2667489425007050534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-thought-486.html' title='Random thought # 486'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-1598879697214886670</id><published>2006-11-23T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:07:08.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Avin a a dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/669505/Space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/400/805794/Space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/452576/Space.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing in SL is bizarre. You're at a club playing some dope beats.....but you're doing the salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you, but I don't even do the salsa in my bedroom when no-one is watching. Apart from being a dance that requires sequins and a rigid smile, it is also EXTREMELY GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to the Latinos (Spanish? Mexican?), they're the only ones who can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I discovered Space: SL. Wicked tunes AND a great dance anim. Loved it! I was rocking the backspins, poppin away.....Now if only they'd play some breaks or hip hop to go with it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-1598879697214886670?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1598879697214886670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=1598879697214886670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1598879697214886670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/1598879697214886670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/avin-a-dance.html' title='&apos;Avin a a dance'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6952651831997802918</id><published>2006-11-23T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:23:03.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just one big blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/256223/Blank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/320/714694/Blank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The involuntary retching has stopped long enough for me to walk you through my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake my computer up to find a new blog on the screen. Lovely - boring my mates in RL isn't enough, I need another medium. Read my posting. Cringe. Backpedal with a new post but I dont think I'm fooling anyone (least of all myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Topaz and wander upstairs to get dressed for the day and find a big black behemoth perched on my wall. Did I bloody go out and buy a plasma TV last night????? WTF? Click it a couple of times nothing happens, look through my inventory for a remote control (or Binkler as my mate Marius would say).....nope. It's a big freakin mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much later in the day. And I mean muuuuuuuucccchhhhh later in the day it occurs to me that there might ..... get ready for this.....there might actually be something ON THE OTHER SIDE????? Er, like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip back home, flip it over...Wait. Allow me to elaborate on 'flip it over'. What I mean is that I had to try about 6 times before I got it right. First I turned it upside down, blank side out. Then perpendicular to the wall. Then right side up but upside down. Then it was perpendicular the other way. Hello, Mistress Retardo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wait was worth it. Gorgeous. Big shout out to Fade at Cult Modern! xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/320/729078/Blankpainting_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I also have 3 pairs of new shoes, a set of completely slutty lingerie that I would NEVAH normally buy and yet another pair of aviators. Someone lock that credit card up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6952651831997802918?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6952651831997802918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6952651831997802918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6952651831997802918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6952651831997802918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-just-one-big-blank.html' title='It&apos;s just one big blank'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-3213598881146851178</id><published>2006-11-22T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:27:19.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Drunken Memories</title><content type='html'>My God what a load of bollocks one writes whilst under the influence of several beautifully rounded, vintage glasses of wine. Did I say glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why can't a glass of wine in SL cyber you whilst drinking?&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm my melon-sweet fruitiness envelopes your tastebuds."&lt;br /&gt;"My spicy undertones prickle the roof of your mouth as you swallow."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhhh the hints of warm oak as you inhale my sensuous aroma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stop now because my head is hurting from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xLx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do you ever get brain stutters when you're hungover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Yes I love a drink. And a nice fresh fag straight from a new pack while I'm at it. Don't judge me just because you're American. At least I don't eat the whole goddamned bucket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-3213598881146851178?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3213598881146851178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=3213598881146851178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3213598881146851178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/3213598881146851178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/misty-drunken-memories.html' title='Misty Drunken Memories'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4280907343884361957.post-6993651568255759014</id><published>2006-11-22T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:31:48.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded UnJaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/1600/433220/Luxe1_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/229/522571697251509/200/428775/Luxe1_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. A newbie and cynical about the promises that SL has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thrill of meeting someone that carries over into RL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversations that linger when your head is on the pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that, produced it. I would never have believed the pixel dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4280907343884361957-6993651568255759014?l=liveluxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6993651568255759014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4280907343884361957&amp;postID=6993651568255759014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6993651568255759014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4280907343884361957/posts/default/6993651568255759014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liveluxe.blogspot.com/2006/11/jaded-unjaded.html' title='Jaded UnJaded'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14999881321593796557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.quietinsurgence.com/Chrissy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
