Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Winning
I went to the dance club tonight, and wow, I won the dressing event! I like that, winning the event. I didn't really try that hard to, but for some reason, wow. But I felt a bit sorry for Angelblue, who looked a darling, out of everyone's league, and still didn't get the votes. Well, anyhow, a new event is already going on. The Grand Victory of Serval is already forgotten. C'est la vie.
Sunday, 4 November 2007
A MESSAGE FROM GOD
GREETINGS.
I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL.
THERE IS A SUPER-AVATAR.
SERVAL DOESN'T THINK SO, BUT THERE IS.
THERE IS A HUMAN CONTROLLING HER.
THERE IS A GOD.
THERE IS ME.
I CHOOSE TO INTERVENE, TO PUT THINGS STRAIGHT.
SERVAL IS AN AVATAR, AND SHE'S STILL QUITE YOUNG.
SHE HAS NOT BEEN AROUND MUCH IN 2ND LIFE.
ALL SHE KNOWS IS HER DANCE CLUB, SOME OTHER CLUBS AND THE MALLS WHERE SHE LIKES TO GO SHOPPING.
SHE HAS NO EXPERIENCE AT ALL FROM 1ST LIFE (AND AS SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN 1ST LIFE, SHE DOESN'T LISTEN MUCH WHEN OTHERS TALK ABOUT IT, SO SHE DOESN'T LEARN).
ALL IN ALL, SERVAL KNOWS LITTLE ABOUT NUMBERED LIVES.
WHEN INVENTING HER HUMAN MIA, SERVAL DOES HER BEST.
YOU CANNOT EXPECT AN AVATAR WHO CAN'T COUNT, WHO DOESN'T KNOW OF NEW YORK, BERLIN OR LONDON, OR WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE CONCEPT OF A MASCARA BRUSH (BUT RATHER KNOWS MAKEUP AS A KIND OF READY-MADE MASK THAT YOU PUT ON AND TAKE OFF IN AN INSTANT), TO CORRECTLY DESCRIBE AN IMAGINARY HUMAN IN 1ST LIFE.
I HAVE WHISPERED INTO SERVAL'S EAR WHILE SHE HAS BEEN SLEEPING.
I HAVE TOLD HER VITAL THINGS, TO GUIDE HER CREATIVITY.
BECAUSE, UNLESS MIA REFLECTS AT LEAST A SHADE OF THE TRUE SUPER-AVATAR, MYSELF, SERVAL CANNOT REFLECT HER HUMAN, AND CANNOT BE SERVAL ANYMORE.
BEING SERVAL WITHOUT KNOWING ME IS IMPOSSIBLE.
SERVAL DOESN'T KNOW IT ALL.
SHE KNOWS THOSE VITAL THINGS, AND CREATES THE REST FROM WHAT SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE WORLDS.
WHICH ISN'T MUCH.
SO MIA ISN'T ME.
WHAT MIA DOES ISN'T NECESSARILY WHAT I DO.
MIA IS AN IMAGINARY MANIFESTATION OF THE GOD SERVAL DOESN'T BELIEVE IN, AND CAN'T FULLY UNDERSTAND.
MIA IS, IN SHORT, WHAT SERVAL WOULD LIKE HER GOD TO BE.
NOT WHAT HER GOD IS LIKE.
THEREFORE, THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE OUTBACK POLICE THAT A MAN CALLED AARON IS SLOWLY GETTING KILLED.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE CHILD CUSTODY BOARD OR EDUCATION AUTHORITIES THAT MENTALLY RETARDED LITTLE CHILDREN ARE BEING TAUGHT SEX AND DIRTY DANCING IN SCHOOL.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCIES OR GREENPEACE THAT ANIMALS ARE BEING SYSTEMATICALLY ABUSED.
IT DOESN'T HAPPEN EXACTLY THAT WAY.
THAT WAY IS SERVAL'S WAY OF TELLING WHAT HAPPENS.
IT'S HOW SERVAL IS WRITING HER GOSPEL OF MIA.
THERE MAY REALLY BE A SCHOOL.
THERE MAY BE ANIMALS, ALIVE OR FOR LUNCH.
THERE MAY EVEN BE A COUNTRY, AND A FAMILY.
SERVAL IS DOING HER BEST MAKING MIA UP, BUT SHE DOESN'T GET EVERYTHING RIGHT.
SO PLEASE DON'T SEND THOSE ANGRY MAILS ANY MORE.
YOURS, ETC.
I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL.
THERE IS A SUPER-AVATAR.
SERVAL DOESN'T THINK SO, BUT THERE IS.
THERE IS A HUMAN CONTROLLING HER.
THERE IS A GOD.
THERE IS ME.
I CHOOSE TO INTERVENE, TO PUT THINGS STRAIGHT.
SERVAL IS AN AVATAR, AND SHE'S STILL QUITE YOUNG.
SHE HAS NOT BEEN AROUND MUCH IN 2ND LIFE.
ALL SHE KNOWS IS HER DANCE CLUB, SOME OTHER CLUBS AND THE MALLS WHERE SHE LIKES TO GO SHOPPING.
SHE HAS NO EXPERIENCE AT ALL FROM 1ST LIFE (AND AS SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN 1ST LIFE, SHE DOESN'T LISTEN MUCH WHEN OTHERS TALK ABOUT IT, SO SHE DOESN'T LEARN).
ALL IN ALL, SERVAL KNOWS LITTLE ABOUT NUMBERED LIVES.
WHEN INVENTING HER HUMAN MIA, SERVAL DOES HER BEST.
YOU CANNOT EXPECT AN AVATAR WHO CAN'T COUNT, WHO DOESN'T KNOW OF NEW YORK, BERLIN OR LONDON, OR WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE CONCEPT OF A MASCARA BRUSH (BUT RATHER KNOWS MAKEUP AS A KIND OF READY-MADE MASK THAT YOU PUT ON AND TAKE OFF IN AN INSTANT), TO CORRECTLY DESCRIBE AN IMAGINARY HUMAN IN 1ST LIFE.
I HAVE WHISPERED INTO SERVAL'S EAR WHILE SHE HAS BEEN SLEEPING.
I HAVE TOLD HER VITAL THINGS, TO GUIDE HER CREATIVITY.
BECAUSE, UNLESS MIA REFLECTS AT LEAST A SHADE OF THE TRUE SUPER-AVATAR, MYSELF, SERVAL CANNOT REFLECT HER HUMAN, AND CANNOT BE SERVAL ANYMORE.
BEING SERVAL WITHOUT KNOWING ME IS IMPOSSIBLE.
SERVAL DOESN'T KNOW IT ALL.
SHE KNOWS THOSE VITAL THINGS, AND CREATES THE REST FROM WHAT SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE WORLDS.
WHICH ISN'T MUCH.
SO MIA ISN'T ME.
WHAT MIA DOES ISN'T NECESSARILY WHAT I DO.
MIA IS AN IMAGINARY MANIFESTATION OF THE GOD SERVAL DOESN'T BELIEVE IN, AND CAN'T FULLY UNDERSTAND.
MIA IS, IN SHORT, WHAT SERVAL WOULD LIKE HER GOD TO BE.
NOT WHAT HER GOD IS LIKE.
THEREFORE, THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE OUTBACK POLICE THAT A MAN CALLED AARON IS SLOWLY GETTING KILLED.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE CHILD CUSTODY BOARD OR EDUCATION AUTHORITIES THAT MENTALLY RETARDED LITTLE CHILDREN ARE BEING TAUGHT SEX AND DIRTY DANCING IN SCHOOL.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCIES OR GREENPEACE THAT ANIMALS ARE BEING SYSTEMATICALLY ABUSED.
IT DOESN'T HAPPEN EXACTLY THAT WAY.
THAT WAY IS SERVAL'S WAY OF TELLING WHAT HAPPENS.
IT'S HOW SERVAL IS WRITING HER GOSPEL OF MIA.
THERE MAY REALLY BE A SCHOOL.
THERE MAY BE ANIMALS, ALIVE OR FOR LUNCH.
THERE MAY EVEN BE A COUNTRY, AND A FAMILY.
SERVAL IS DOING HER BEST MAKING MIA UP, BUT SHE DOESN'T GET EVERYTHING RIGHT.
SO PLEASE DON'T SEND THOSE ANGRY MAILS ANY MORE.
YOURS, ETC.
Saturday, 3 November 2007
A month
It has happened again. The sleeping. I went to one of the places I go sometimes, and they said they hadn't seen me for a month. (Ok, there we are again. I don't really know how long that is, a month, but by now I've learnt it is a very long time.) They asked what I had been up to, and I said sleeping. They laughed. They said I must have been very tired, or very drunk, when going to bed.
"i don't sleep in a bed", I said.
"no, we bet you don't", and they laughed even more.
Now they think I've been to bed with someone for a month. I have to make up a story, and have Mia tell them, or they will think strange things about me.
"dear diary,
this last month has been a bit unusual to me. there has been a vacation. i decided not to go away for the short holiday headmaster suggested, as i have things to do here at home and can't leave. but then someone killed four of paddy o'brian's hens one nigth, they were found on the roadside next morning, and for some reason they blamed me. i don't even have a car or a utility, but that didn't matter to them. the judge ruled that i had been seen out and about in the middle of the night on several occasions, by different trustworthy witnesses, and it was therefore likely that i had killed the hens, probably while driving drunk. i was sentenced to fourteen days in prison. the judge also found it likely (as i was now known not to be the sweet schoolteacher everyone had thought i was, but a villain stalking the nights) that i was guilty of a theft of rum a year ago, and of the molestation of sheep that has been recently discovered, and gave me fourteen days more. first he also ordered to have me lobotomized, but after me crying quite a bit he changed the surgery into three months of community service.
and now i'm back home, after fourteen plus fourteen days behind bars. headmaster doesn't want me in school anymore, and the humans who feed the children in the evenings are picketing the schoolhouse to make me go, but the teachers' union is supporting me. they say i have the right to keep my job. in the evenings, i do my penal servitude, cleaning toilets in old ladies' houses and plunging wombats out of pipes never plunged before. but the worst thing is that uncle aaron started recovering while i was away. he's sober now, after joining some therapy group, and i can't leave the school at night anymore because of the pickets, so he's probably sleeping a lot, too.
for all these years, i have kept cat out of things. but i think i may have to tell him now, to ask him to help me.
mia"
I wonder if this story will do?
"i don't sleep in a bed", I said.
"no, we bet you don't", and they laughed even more.
Now they think I've been to bed with someone for a month. I have to make up a story, and have Mia tell them, or they will think strange things about me.
"dear diary,
this last month has been a bit unusual to me. there has been a vacation. i decided not to go away for the short holiday headmaster suggested, as i have things to do here at home and can't leave. but then someone killed four of paddy o'brian's hens one nigth, they were found on the roadside next morning, and for some reason they blamed me. i don't even have a car or a utility, but that didn't matter to them. the judge ruled that i had been seen out and about in the middle of the night on several occasions, by different trustworthy witnesses, and it was therefore likely that i had killed the hens, probably while driving drunk. i was sentenced to fourteen days in prison. the judge also found it likely (as i was now known not to be the sweet schoolteacher everyone had thought i was, but a villain stalking the nights) that i was guilty of a theft of rum a year ago, and of the molestation of sheep that has been recently discovered, and gave me fourteen days more. first he also ordered to have me lobotomized, but after me crying quite a bit he changed the surgery into three months of community service.
and now i'm back home, after fourteen plus fourteen days behind bars. headmaster doesn't want me in school anymore, and the humans who feed the children in the evenings are picketing the schoolhouse to make me go, but the teachers' union is supporting me. they say i have the right to keep my job. in the evenings, i do my penal servitude, cleaning toilets in old ladies' houses and plunging wombats out of pipes never plunged before. but the worst thing is that uncle aaron started recovering while i was away. he's sober now, after joining some therapy group, and i can't leave the school at night anymore because of the pickets, so he's probably sleeping a lot, too.
for all these years, i have kept cat out of things. but i think i may have to tell him now, to ask him to help me.
mia"
I wonder if this story will do?
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Slaps
"dear diary,
now, leaving the school and the station has for long seemed like a utopia. something like that. it just won't happen. but i've kept waiting. that's what i do.
when playing next life last night, when having fun on the dance floor, some guy slapped serval's bum.
'lol' he said.
'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' i made serval shout.
'what?' he said. 'u frigid?'
'you shithole! you never touch me again!'
'come on im just dancing, can't help it lol'
serval kept shouting at him while leaving. i think she won't be allowed back to that club again. i don't think she even wants to return there, or that i want her to.
mia"
now, leaving the school and the station has for long seemed like a utopia. something like that. it just won't happen. but i've kept waiting. that's what i do.
when playing next life last night, when having fun on the dance floor, some guy slapped serval's bum.
'lol' he said.
'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' i made serval shout.
'what?' he said. 'u frigid?'
'you shithole! you never touch me again!'
'come on im just dancing, can't help it lol'
serval kept shouting at him while leaving. i think she won't be allowed back to that club again. i don't think she even wants to return there, or that i want her to.
mia"
Leaving
"dear diary,
now headmaster has been speaking to me again. he is concerned, he said, because neither the children nor the humans who deal a lot with the children, like giving them food in the evening and helping them do their homework, seem to understand what i have been teaching about god. in short, my religion lessons suck. headmaster thinks i use too difficult words. so now he's going to sit in for one, just to make sure where the problem is. in short, i'm in a fix. i have to find things out. true things about god. not just make everything up. or he'll sack me.
thinking of it, getting fried wouldn't be too bad. i could leave the school. i'm a lousy teacher anyhow. i could leave the station. go somewhere else. where all the humans do nice things.
mia"
now headmaster has been speaking to me again. he is concerned, he said, because neither the children nor the humans who deal a lot with the children, like giving them food in the evening and helping them do their homework, seem to understand what i have been teaching about god. in short, my religion lessons suck. headmaster thinks i use too difficult words. so now he's going to sit in for one, just to make sure where the problem is. in short, i'm in a fix. i have to find things out. true things about god. not just make everything up. or he'll sack me.
thinking of it, getting fried wouldn't be too bad. i could leave the school. i'm a lousy teacher anyhow. i could leave the station. go somewhere else. where all the humans do nice things.
mia"
Saturday, 6 October 2007
Better
What I don't like, not really, is Mia's story. Being the teacher of little human children in a place where there is nothing but one shop where they sell everything from saddles to eggs, and where the most fun your little brother can have is screwing the sheep, well, it's not much of a life. Yeah, it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure out that is what he's doing. And besides, Mia found his diary. She listened to it. You know, all the sheep in the farm are numbered, and marked. And Cat is doing them by numbers, starting with KB00001. Then KB00002. Then ...003. And so on. There is a list in his diary. He's planning to do them all. And there are tens of thousands of sheep on the station. And there's headmaster. And then there's uncle Aaron. Maybe Mia should have a better story. A better life.
Mia may be from Russia. She was born some years before the wall came down, and had already joined the kiddie komsomol ninjas when that happened. After she left school, she left home and left Russia, to go to Iceland, followed by Japan, then Germany, to become a mother of four.
No! Mia lives in a hut made out of cow dung. To control her avatar, she walks for one-two-three days to the village, where the Indian man has a computer.
Nah, I think Mia should return to the school on the Island of Australia.
There's no getting away from it.
Mia may be from Russia. She was born some years before the wall came down, and had already joined the kiddie komsomol ninjas when that happened. After she left school, she left home and left Russia, to go to Iceland, followed by Japan, then Germany, to become a mother of four.
No! Mia lives in a hut made out of cow dung. To control her avatar, she walks for one-two-three days to the village, where the Indian man has a computer.
Nah, I think Mia should return to the school on the Island of Australia.
There's no getting away from it.
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
No fox
Up until now I've thought of Mia as a fox. Red tail and all. But someone told me humans look like us avatars (but not like those avatars who look like animlas, such as foxes). So I decided to make Mia a human girl. That's what Mias are. Following the same logics, Mia's brother Cat should also be a girl, but that's not the case. They told me brothers are either guys or boys. When Mia controlled me speaking to another avatar pretending to have a human, she told it all about Cat. She told it about the velcro.
"he's a fucking sick brother!" the avatar/human said. "oh shit"
Obviously Cat is sick. I don't understand why. I've heard a lot about avatars looking normal doing stuff with avatars having furs. It's just a matter of which skin you're wearing right then. So this seems to be another one of those rules I don't understand. There are special rules for how avatars should behave, and different special rules for humans. Pretending to be controlled by Mia isn't as easy as I had expected.
On the other hand, I kind of like thinking that Mia is controlling me. I've begun to like her. Like when she was bothering about my looks, I think that was sweet. So I decided to make her a nice girl, and she looks almost exactly like me.
"he's a fucking sick brother!" the avatar/human said. "oh shit"
Obviously Cat is sick. I don't understand why. I've heard a lot about avatars looking normal doing stuff with avatars having furs. It's just a matter of which skin you're wearing right then. So this seems to be another one of those rules I don't understand. There are special rules for how avatars should behave, and different special rules for humans. Pretending to be controlled by Mia isn't as easy as I had expected.
On the other hand, I kind of like thinking that Mia is controlling me. I've begun to like her. Like when she was bothering about my looks, I think that was sweet. So I decided to make her a nice girl, and she looks almost exactly like me.
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