Thursday, 8 May 2014

Promises, promises...

The fruit pastille you couldn't find, dropped after Tommy tickled you just then, at a party, or something, last year sometime, discovered again, now it's anchoring your face to the carpet, somehow your head is under the bed, one foot draped, casually almost, 'round a bed post.
Tasting dust hair grit lipstick powder and paint, is you is or is you ain't even properly alive just now, awake just now, can't be sure just now.

Now that one eye is open, it's hard to ignore what your spine has been screaming at you all night long, or for whatever part of the night you gave to sleep, it's a greater part of the morning anyway, maybe it's a great morning, you don't know, maybe you'll never walk straight again, you don't know, you think you might but you don't want to take that journey of discovery just yet.
One eye open, the other intimate with carpet pile, one eye open and inspecting the archaeology amassed under the bed, fantastic examples of items from the "second year renting this fire-trap" era.

Yellow hair pin with tiny white blossoms is stark and standout, lost in the first week, an hour of trashing the room, Margaret coming back from work, assuming burglary, her shriek indefinately postponing further excavation of furniture and belongings. A sisters gift, 14 years between you making it precious, her tears when you left home anointing it as holy relic, sanctified and now needful.
Unhooking your foot and twitching as your body pain spasms, a line fought fish twitching on the dry floor, stretching out a hand to grasp it, curling fingers about it.

Sitting on the bed, peeling the dusty sweet from your cheek and absent-mindedly returning it to its previous resting place, shakily moving again, towards the bathroom and the mirror, fixing the hairpin just to see it.
That's why you're sitting at the table now, breakfast back burnered, writing a letter that's 2 years overdue.

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Let us never talk about this again

Doing chili leftovers today. Its usually better the on the second day
for 6 min. siden
tis yes, even spicier and the meat more tender
for 6 min. siden
more tender, and it would be mosh.. 9 hours in the slow cooker makes it really tenderr
for 5 min. siden
for 4 min. siden
Yes, its tender, but in a gay german way
for 4 min. siden
that's mildly disturbing.
for 2 min. siden
Lets not talk about it again!
for 2 min. siden
heheh, we'll have to start making a list.
for 2 min. siden
good idea.. on the blog
for 1 min. siden
1. Slow cooked spiced meat being tender, in a gay german way.

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Grong! It's just Grong!

Innini: Hehe, the person to the right:

Annemarie: what is so special about big boobied bimbos in SL, am I missing something?

Innini: Just the proportions horribly grong

Annemarie: grong!

Innini: Wrong

Annemarie: what a perfect word. no no. its grong

Innini: We should apply a meaning to the word.. "Meaning of Liff"-style. Grong: The tendency to overfocus on a specific part of the body, and inability to design it in proportions to any other body part. Also, Ctrl-T will reveal a huge cock

Annemarie: Grong: The results following the abuse of av appearence sliders and gratuitous attachements producing grossly disproportionate body shapes, generally focused around bust and hips.

Innini: And Ass.. Dont forget the ass.

Annemarie: Note: cntrl-t will often reveal a similarly disproportionate pee-nor

Innini: Would you say that the ass is part of the hips? or a separate body part?

Annemarie: I was being delicate.

Innini: oh, that suits you! :)

Annemarie: Well of course, I....wait a minute, is that sarcasm?!?

Monday, 13 January 2014

The mysteries of IM's revealed! Part the first.

Just what do they talk about, when they are stood there for ages at a time? Are they trading tawdry IM's? are they asleep? are they discussing you perhaps?  Read on, and all shall be revealed...

Innini: Pompous cat: :

Annemarie: "I'm sitting on an exquisitely carved and inlaid late austro-hungarian empire cabinet with a rare painted wood cutting as my background, you are standing up bending over squinting through a small metal box"

Innini: haha.. fucking cat.

Annemarie: "I can has teh neo-gothic cabinet?"

Innini: You can has. I has teh hungry.

Annemarie: I had has teh smoked ham.

Innini: I am making an omelette for dinner, onions, ham, cheese, lots of tabasco.

Annemarie: That's a good omelette. Hmm, now...interesting question....

Innini: Is listening...

Annemarie: Do you like your omelettes cooked so that they are browned on one side or two, or at all?

Innini: Well that is certainly an interesting question. I do like them browned on both sides. Not burned obviously, but when you use cheese in it, the slightly browned surface will make the cheese taste better. Now, I will use three eggs in the omelette, and it will of course fill the entire pan. Turning it in one piece has proven too hard for my limited skills. Trying that will only result in a broken and horribly fucked up omelette that is displeasing to the eye. I therefore lower the heat and let it simmer on one side until the top is starting to solidify. I then gently fold it in two.

Annemarie: * Applause*

Innini: (Yes, I present myself with a medal before eating it) lol.

Annemarie: See above for accompanying applause.
We are omelette compatible. This is a milestone in the development of our relationship.

Innini: Phew.. those things are make or break situations.

Annemarie: Anything to do with eggs usually is. See what I did there?

Innini: lol, I saw it just now.

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

The Innini Chronicles - Part 2

[14:40] Amy: hi again
[14:40] Innini: hello
[14:41] Amy: how are you?
[14:41] Innini: I am doing great. you?
[14:42] Amy: oh i am fine too
[14:43] Amy: you look so mysterius
[14:43] Innini: I am like an open book
[14:45] Amy: lol really?
[14:45] Innini: Yes, I am almost not mysterious at all
[14:46] Amy blushes
[14:47] Amy: can i ask you something ?
[14:47] Innini: of course
[14:48] Amy: do you like girls?
[14:48] Innini: Do you mean for eating?
[14:49] Amy grins
[14:49] Amy: i hope nor
[14:49] Amy: not
[14:49] Innini: I get a little confused sometimes
[14:50] Amy: to play with , or to have fun with so to speak
[14:51] Innini: I took a girl with my on my boat once. That was fun. Then she fell into the water and I never saw her again
[14:54] Amy: what an awfull story

[14:54] Innini: It wasnt so bad, she didnt dent the boat or anything


[21:52] Taylor: I see you like black!
[21:52] Innini: yes i do
[21:53] Taylor: That's good news.
[21:53] Innini: it is?
[21:54] Taylor: I would say so, I could add to that outfit for sure.
[21:57] Innini: *Looks at you* Hmm, I do think you are right. Good height, broad build. No tattoos as far as I can tell. That skin can look absolutely awesome on me. I have someone who does all the leather-work for me, he is a master craftman. Now, if you would follow me to my shed. Are there any you wish to say goodbye to before we go?
[21:58] Taylor: No.
[22:00] Taylor: No thanks, then.
[22:00] Innini: Oh, your skin will be mine.. when you least expect it
[22:01] Taylor: lol, maybe.  Then again I may just take you.
[22:01] Innini: Laughs.. that is not very likely


(Note: MrsEnid is my old lady alt.. She is at least 90 years old. In wheelchair. Always drunk. This took place at the Gor-hub)

[08:12] MrsEnid: Hello... I am looking for a nice gorean tribe. I prefer a tribe that is bad at fighting, because I would like to get captured a lot. I have not had a man since my husband died 23 years ago. My legs are weak, so I will fairly easy to capture.
[08:13] Shelly (asia.chun): o.O
[08:13] Elef (elefeneder.footpad): bellows out a laugh
[08:13] Shelly (asia.chun): that's different
[08:13] FeatherSoft (softfeather): turns and smiles
[08:13] FeatherSoft (softfeather): as the Master laughs hearitly
[08:13] Elef (elefeneder.footpad): honest though
[08:14] MrsEnid: I got a new leather bikini, and as soon as i am done with this drink, i will put it on
[08:14] JayJay (jayden.kalchek): dies laughing
[08:15] MrsEnid: I have one request though.. The tribe must not have any staircases. I am willing to drop that requirement, if the tribe are willing to carry me up the stairs. no fondling though.
[08:15] MrsEnid: ok, fondling is permitted
[08:15] Shelly (asia.chun): do ropes that you must climb count?
[08:16] MrsEnid: I have incredibly strong arms from wheeling around in this thing
[08:16] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): lmao
[08:16] MrsEnid: I hear good things about the zima.. any zimas here?
[08:16] Shelly (asia.chun): sounds like a refreshing beverage
[08:17] John Castle (johncastle): That's what I was thiinking...
[08:17] JayJay (jayden.kalchek): you are sooo sexy MrsEnid!
[08:17] John Castle (johncastle): Well, aside from the 'refreshing' part. :P
[08:17] JayJay (jayden.kalchek): mmhmm
[08:17] MrsEnid: oh.. regarding beverages.. please stop the nonsense.. it is coffee.. not "blackwine"
[08:17] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): i am not sure about that but i am itching for a fight hopefully turia are not as silk dressed sleens as i hear :P
[08:17] MrsEnid: I had a sleen once, but it ate 12 of my cats
[08:18] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): hahha
[08:18] JayJay (jayden.kalchek): omgaaaa
[08:18] JayJay (jayden.kalchek): hahaa
[08:18] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): i rather try to have a pet Kur than a sleen they stink
[08:18] MrsEnid: I dont like to talk too much about this, but my breasts are sagging so much, that i dont really use the bikini top. I just stuff them into the panties
[08:20] MrsEnid: Hello Mr Thor.. So what do you say? I think I can be a valuable addition to your flock.. i mean, tribe
[08:20] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): snorts....."flock....." gigglesnorts
[08:21] MrsEnid: I can drink any enemy under the table
[08:22] MrsEnid: young lady, walking around with no panties is a sure way to have a yeast infection.. trust me, i know
[08:22] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): ((*facepalms**))
[08:22] John Castle (johncastle): I always thought the sure way for a girl to get a yeast infection was to use her hoo-ha for a lunchbox.
[08:23] John Castle (johncastle): No! The sammich does not GO in there!
[08:23] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc): doubles over laughing
[08:23] FeatherSoft (softfeather): sighs
[08:23] MrsEnid: yes, but once the men gets a taste of it, its no stopping them.. would you like a taste? just pick off the crusts
[08:23] JayJay (jayden.kalchek) examin herself... looking for her erhm... hoo-ha
[08:24] John Castle (johncastle): Tastes like chicken! Smells like fish!
[08:24] MrsEnid: I have not used my vagina for sex since Carter was president
[08:24] John Castle (johncastle): Aaaaaaaanyway...
[08:26] MrsEnid: did you put all your clothes in your packpack, young lady?
[08:26] Garik Darkwings (shaddoc) exclaims "HIDE FROMME WILL YE WOMAN!"
[08:27] MrsEnid: Yay!! I will hide, and you fill find me and capture me!!! This will be so much fun!!

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Abstract Photography

The Fish Press is supporting... no obsessed.. with all sorts of creativity, not only the written word. It is therefore only natural that we publish photography on this very fine blog.

Innini went full retard and bought not only one, but two great cameras during the pre-holidays. I would like to share some results here. This time, I am focusing on the abstract and on the self-replicating patterns in nature. Mostly, anyway.

Enjoy, and comment if you like.

These shots are done with my Canon EOS 70D + 105mm macro lens
Motive: Flowers covered in frost

 These shots are done with my Canon EOS 70D + 18-135mm lens
Motive: The ice-covered lake

These shots are done with my Fujifilm X100S
Motive: Gritty Grafitti

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

NSA trawling Second Life

Yes, it seems to be true. It was all over the interwebs yesterday, so it must be true. The NSA.. the analysts.. the PhDs.. the people who sort of just drifted into a government job and had the sense to cling on to their chars.. They are in Second Life.

Your secrets are no longer safe. They know that you stole those dances. They know that you have no order whatsoever in your inventory, and that the reason why you go silent for long periods is because you are trying to find that nice hair you bought before christmas 2009. They know that you are NOT engaged in steamy IMs with neko girls and lycans with golden wings. They know that you are just standing there, trying to come up with something funny to say.

So who are they... these agents of secrecy? Do they walk among us? That time when you heard a camera click... was it them? How can you tell? They are PhDs, trained to blend in... to become one of us. Observing... Writing you up.

To spot the NSA, look for the following:
  1. They are highly educated and trained. We know that your first impulse is to wear a false mustache and a trenchcoat. The NSA will not do that, so look for anyone not wearing spy-gear.
  2. They will wear something similar so they will recognize each other. (NSA spying on NSA is simply bad for the budget. Despite what you might have heard, they will not print their own money. Not even the NSA can fuck with the IRS). Look for people with no AO, phat ass appliers or whip marks on their chests. 
  3. Do you have any friends that are overly interested in you? Keep in mind that most of your time, you are just standing there, trying to think of anything to say. You aren't really that interesting. Do you have any friends that always IMs you, asking how you feel and what you are doing? Congratulations... you just found the NSA
If you think you are being watched, here is what you can do:
  1. Disorganise your inventory. Put the hair in the "jeans" folder and your bdsm gear in the "dances I stole" folder. This will slow them down.
  2. Do not just stand there. If you have nothing to say, paste in random lines from the news or from a book you like. It will also make you more interesting to other people.
  3. Start asking others a lot of questions. Eventually, you will hit another NSA analyst, and they will automatically assume you are NSA, and remove you from the watch list
  4. Wear everything you can think of, all at once, to signal to fellow analysts that you are one of them.
Good luck!