I have now seen zebras. After Rob told me (well, he didn't tell me directly, but I heard in his diary ) about a place called Virtuous Africa, and after I had gone there, I saw the zebras. Now, I'm not going to go wild about colours again. I'll just conclude that they were big and had black and white patterns. For a while I thought about slaughtering one. It's an animal, and so it's food, and I could try if food is any good. But I decided against it, not knowing how to do. The only dangerous thing I have in my inventory is a wooden stake (which I keep for self protection when I go dancing at the Freakenheim Funeral Home), and I doubt it would work for zebras.
This Africa is a nice place. They've got all kinds of animals there. Ok, there are no servals there, unless I'm around, but there is a lion, a crocodile, elephants and much more. Fish. An owl. And butterflies that keep flying around, and don't seem to come out of a box. Oh, and there are meerkats that you can adopt. I want to do that! I want a meerkat! The problem is, if you leave it alone for 20 days or more, without feeding it and playing with it, it dies. And I think I may be away for many days sometimes. I don't know how much 20 is, but it can't be much. They say that the zebras and the antelopes (I think they may be waterbucks, because of the horns) have to eat all the time, so I bet meerkats need to, too. Mia, who kills a lot of animals, would probably get a meerkat without caring about it dying, but I don't want to do that. I would have to find someone to meerkat-sit for me when I'm not there.
(Rob's diary can be heard by anyone, btw. He's not very careful with hiding it. It's just there for all to hear, on http://rob.my-secondlife.nl/#home.)
Mia spoke in my diary some days ago, and I was glad to hear that. I don't really understand what she's up to, having holy days and all that. She's back into speaking about religion. Maybe she has begun believing in zeroeth life, and that's why she's not cold in her heart anymore? Not that I get the logics in that, but that's how the others say it works. You speak to the super-avatar that helps everyone else, and then you're happy and have no worries anymore. Well, she seemed to worry about what I had said in the diary, because she had to correct it. So maybe she believes just a little bit. Like me, not really believing she's a human for real, and still believing, anyhow. It's a bit confusing. As confusing as her constant interest in sheep.
Monday 30 June 2008
Saturday 21 June 2008
Guitar
"dear diary,
now that little serval has outlined my life, inlcuding my eating habits etc, excluding the scandalous parts etc, if there ever were any, i'll make an amendment or two.
firstly, i don't slaughter cows much. there were allegations that i once reaped chickens while driving, but that was never (despite serval claiming the opposite) brought to court, so i have the right to be concidered not guilty. apart from that, i haven't killed much. secondly, i have eaten peanut butter, but had no big problems with the peanut butter jar specifically.
now that there is this long school holiday, i don't have to work. instead, i have joined a band. i said i can sing and play the guitar, but the guys soon found out i can't do the latter. (i had been hoping to get away with it, but these guys aren't as stupid as the kiddies in school, who still, even after me playing for them, think i'm good.) but they like me singing, so i'm in. we've been rehearsing, and it's been great fun. they made me promise never to do the sheep dance, though, should we ever perform in public. they said it's disgusting.
we haven't been playing today, as it's midsummer eve, and thus a holiday. that makes it a double holiday for me. i've stayed inside all day, not to hear the sheep lamenting from not being milked all day. no one tends to them today, because of the holiday. everyone is drinking a lot out there right now, but milk is not in top 10.
and rest assured, little incarnation, that i won't run away. i keep watching you.
mia"
now that little serval has outlined my life, inlcuding my eating habits etc, excluding the scandalous parts etc, if there ever were any, i'll make an amendment or two.
firstly, i don't slaughter cows much. there were allegations that i once reaped chickens while driving, but that was never (despite serval claiming the opposite) brought to court, so i have the right to be concidered not guilty. apart from that, i haven't killed much. secondly, i have eaten peanut butter, but had no big problems with the peanut butter jar specifically.
now that there is this long school holiday, i don't have to work. instead, i have joined a band. i said i can sing and play the guitar, but the guys soon found out i can't do the latter. (i had been hoping to get away with it, but these guys aren't as stupid as the kiddies in school, who still, even after me playing for them, think i'm good.) but they like me singing, so i'm in. we've been rehearsing, and it's been great fun. they made me promise never to do the sheep dance, though, should we ever perform in public. they said it's disgusting.
we haven't been playing today, as it's midsummer eve, and thus a holiday. that makes it a double holiday for me. i've stayed inside all day, not to hear the sheep lamenting from not being milked all day. no one tends to them today, because of the holiday. everyone is drinking a lot out there right now, but milk is not in top 10.
and rest assured, little incarnation, that i won't run away. i keep watching you.
mia"
Friday 20 June 2008
Animals
Now, I haven't heard a word from Mia for a long time. I know that she's around, because I've felt her. Not the blackish feelings any more, that are cold to touch. What I've felt has been mild, quiet, and has made myself feel at ease. But there has been no word from her. Oh, I hope she's not trying to get rid of me, like all the others, because I said those things about dogs, zebras and the cow. It can't be. She's bound to like animals, and hearing of them. There's sheep everywhere around her place, after all. She even eats them.
Tuesday 10 June 2008
Food
When the others heard it's my birthday soon, they said I should throw a party. With a lot of drinks and food. I don't know about that. I don't mind the party itself, but I don't get the rest. For example, why food? I don't eat myself. I'm an avatar, and as far as I know, avatars don't eat.
Mia once told me about eating. She was hungry, she said, and when humans are, they eat. At that time, she was going to have a sandwich. This took some explaining, but I think I got it. You plow a field, where you plant trees, and after a long time you have grains, which you, after turning them into powder and putting them and some small mushrooms into water, shove into a fire. Then you milk a cow, and stir the milk a lot, and spread the milk on the fired grains. Finally, you kill the cow, and put a slice of it on top of the rest. There's your sandwich.
Doing a thing like that is so typically human. They seem to do a lot of pointless things, and do it for long, long times. Like watching us avatars. They just can't stop. Now, that fits well with Mia in general. Another thing she told me is that she has a compulsive obsession disorder. Which is, well, like being unstoppable. I don't know why she has it, because she doesn't seem to like it. On the other hand, if it's compulsive, then you have to play along. I'll make you an example of how it works. If Mia wants to have peanut butter on her sandwich (then she needs to plow another field, and plant another tree to get peanuts, and milk the cow and stir and mix it all into a jar [but the cow may live]), she has to take the lid off the jar before she can get the peanut butter out. But when she has taken the lid off, she doesn't belive it's off. So she has to put it back on, so that she can take it off. Having done that, she don't think that the lid is off, so it has to go back on again, to be taken off again. And so it goes on. Making that sandwhich takes a very long time. I think that may be why she usually slaughters a cow when she's hungry.
I've never eaten a cow, or a peanut butter. I've never eaten anything. I have been drinking, though, a couple of times. The other avatars talk a lot about drinking, so I tried it. It was okay, until I fell over, just like that. The others laughed, and later said it was a scripted drink. I was meant to fall. Well, if that's the reason, then I'd prefer an unscripted one next time.
But I have noticed that the others like it when you have been drinking, and when you tell them about what you did after drinking. They laugh and like you a lot. I tried it, and told them that after drinking and falling that one time, I went to the mall shopping. But I found nothing that I liked, so I didn't buy anything.
No laughs. Nothing. Silence.
Later, after listening to the others, I figured out that the thing that makes the others laugh is when telling about making a fool of yourself after drinking, or doing strange things, or wild things. Which I didn't do, as I've already said. To make them like me, I had to make a story up. I had to lie about doing crazy things.
"i drank again, and fell over again and again", I lied.
Laughs.
"i fell in a mudhole and got sooo dirty, so i took all my clothes off, in the middle of the street"
Laughs. Liking.
"someone called the police, and they came to look for me, so i had to hide in an alley for hours"
Laughs. Liking. Friends.
"when i was hiding, a stray dog came into the alley, and i gave it peanut butter and then had sex with it"
They say drinking is a good way to make friends, but I think I lost some that day. Strangely, I keep losing friends all the time, even when I try hard to be a good friend to them. They are lolling me and hunning me until I open my mouth to take part in the fun, and then they turn silent. I'm not getting something here. Do I have to pay them?
Mia once told me about eating. She was hungry, she said, and when humans are, they eat. At that time, she was going to have a sandwich. This took some explaining, but I think I got it. You plow a field, where you plant trees, and after a long time you have grains, which you, after turning them into powder and putting them and some small mushrooms into water, shove into a fire. Then you milk a cow, and stir the milk a lot, and spread the milk on the fired grains. Finally, you kill the cow, and put a slice of it on top of the rest. There's your sandwich.
Doing a thing like that is so typically human. They seem to do a lot of pointless things, and do it for long, long times. Like watching us avatars. They just can't stop. Now, that fits well with Mia in general. Another thing she told me is that she has a compulsive obsession disorder. Which is, well, like being unstoppable. I don't know why she has it, because she doesn't seem to like it. On the other hand, if it's compulsive, then you have to play along. I'll make you an example of how it works. If Mia wants to have peanut butter on her sandwich (then she needs to plow another field, and plant another tree to get peanuts, and milk the cow and stir and mix it all into a jar [but the cow may live]), she has to take the lid off the jar before she can get the peanut butter out. But when she has taken the lid off, she doesn't belive it's off. So she has to put it back on, so that she can take it off. Having done that, she don't think that the lid is off, so it has to go back on again, to be taken off again. And so it goes on. Making that sandwhich takes a very long time. I think that may be why she usually slaughters a cow when she's hungry.
I've never eaten a cow, or a peanut butter. I've never eaten anything. I have been drinking, though, a couple of times. The other avatars talk a lot about drinking, so I tried it. It was okay, until I fell over, just like that. The others laughed, and later said it was a scripted drink. I was meant to fall. Well, if that's the reason, then I'd prefer an unscripted one next time.
But I have noticed that the others like it when you have been drinking, and when you tell them about what you did after drinking. They laugh and like you a lot. I tried it, and told them that after drinking and falling that one time, I went to the mall shopping. But I found nothing that I liked, so I didn't buy anything.
No laughs. Nothing. Silence.
Later, after listening to the others, I figured out that the thing that makes the others laugh is when telling about making a fool of yourself after drinking, or doing strange things, or wild things. Which I didn't do, as I've already said. To make them like me, I had to make a story up. I had to lie about doing crazy things.
"i drank again, and fell over again and again", I lied.
Laughs.
"i fell in a mudhole and got sooo dirty, so i took all my clothes off, in the middle of the street"
Laughs. Liking.
"someone called the police, and they came to look for me, so i had to hide in an alley for hours"
Laughs. Liking. Friends.
"when i was hiding, a stray dog came into the alley, and i gave it peanut butter and then had sex with it"
They say drinking is a good way to make friends, but I think I lost some that day. Strangely, I keep losing friends all the time, even when I try hard to be a good friend to them. They are lolling me and hunning me until I open my mouth to take part in the fun, and then they turn silent. I'm not getting something here. Do I have to pay them?
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