SONATTA MORALES

 

I always looked at the lady with respect. How otherwise?

With Frau Jo herself, Sonatta was without a doubt the Goddess of Berlin. 

That is Berlin Project 1929, the sim in SL where time travel became a reality. And Sonatta was, to a large extent, one of the wonderful avatars who made the magic possible.

Yes, I had always looked at her with respect. The way one looks at terribly famous people or her real-life heroes; I even took her for someone slightly haughty— that is until the night she let me take that photo. She had been preparing the inaugural show in London 1940s. She obliged, nearly abashed somehow as if surprised by the attention, then she posed for ages until I let her get on. There was a smile in the way this lady did things.

The last I heard of her was that she couldn't carry out her burlesque show in EL DORADO as every Saturday, she wasn't well. 

1929 and every year since will now never be the same.

 

 

 

PLATY BEACH HOUSE

 

Delicious little bar by the sea.

With plenty of opportunities for nice photos and romantic times;

And very good music to treat those pixelated ears;

and a PLAYABLE pool table!! (also a 4 in Row playable game, one of these days I must learn to play games in SL :));

the atmosphere is just perfect, and there are some very cool and unusual pieces of furniture that suit the place like a glove.

In fact so nice is this bar that one doesn't just tick the passport and leaves, I wish I had some friends around at the moment to share some pints here with! 

oh well, I can do with a nice glass of wine while I write this post for the blog. And for those Bellisserians with time and friends for a pint and a game of pool in a beautiful place by the sea, the taxi : http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dashwood/156/194/24

HEAVY LOAD

 

This is what happens in SL when RL shops are under lockdown, XD

HIGHER EDUCATION

 

[04:11] Major General Badger (halesuhtem): Um, if there are any staff on duty, there's a naked couple is copulating on the stage at the Lecture Hall at Oxbridge.

((Maybe they were imparting a lecture on sex? it is 2021, anything is possible))

SLENDER'S GALLERY

And what a better way to start knowing Bellisseria than by visiting its equally feared and loved celebrity: 

Mr Slenderman's gallery. 

I must admit I didn't have the ovaries to walk to the back of the property and check his, ahem, garden— but the photos and the atmosphere are well worth the visit. 

I even managed to catch a glimpse of Slender himself! Though he fizzled out before I could apprehend him. 

Next time, spooky!

(this one was kindly donated by the photographer himself)

(and some very cool sky effects, also kindly donated by Mr Spooky 

himself) 

The taxi, should you need one: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dellyswon/146/70/55

SMILE!

So that is the thing, right there. It's not that I am a moody bitch and don't want to smile at you, but that I altered my mesh head so severely now I look as if I am in pain somewhere when I try to do so.

And so the Lindens decided to create cool neighborhoods for the members, finally. More on this later. Happy day everyone.

WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE CURTAINS?

I know that film doesn't exist yet, I know it won't exist for decades, but I've had a THE-OTHERS-MOMENT if ever there was one. Or an INTERVIEW-WITH-THE-VAMPIRE!
I came back home, and the bedroom curtains had disappeared! Holly Molly!

((Never before have I produced and altered an item in SL at the speed I have just done with a new set of curtains. 

The fear these people must have had in RL to call the attention of those nazis, mother of God)).
God Bless the Blackout!

((A lost moment in London 1939. How I miss Frau Jo's WWII. Little I knew then we would have something like the blackout around the corner in RL))

I have a broken home.

It's certainly not the nicest, the biggest, or the one with the best views.

It's got a hole on the ceiling, constant drought, and freezing cold.

And yet I can't be away for long.

It hurts me to see her lonely.

I have a broken home,

but the sweetest of them all.

BLITZ IN BOOBS

I was happily minding my own business. My virtual "palmito" sitting in the milkwood, writing. My real "palmito" sitting on my chair at home, writing. Totally unaware of what I had caused in SL.
Basically, there I was, in my reindeer costume, torch and hot chocolate and cigarette and two boobs protruding insolently from my furry chest.

"Take your boob away from me Ma'am" came Blitz.

So all at once, I am having to look for my mesh body HUD, answer to Blitz' insolent comments and appease the Gods of the milkwood, a PG Sim if ever there was one. Most embarrassing. I had already given up, my boobies refusing to cooperate, enjoying the snow for the first time in any of their lives when someone suggested I logged off and on again.
It worked. When I came back on my HUD was working, my boobs went into hiding and I went back to the writers wood only to find... this...

That, my friends, is Blitz in boobs.

GODS - 1

The cigarette fell from my lips the moment I realised that lady standing there by my side was, no other than Ms Polo! Those hands in the photo had knitted the sweater I was wearing. I mean... GOLLY!
She went on to say I would be her perfect model! then again... she also said she couldn't see a thing and asked for directions towards the exit O_o

EXCALIBROOM

It is fitting that the first time I meet this old friend in this new life, we should find a floating broom in the middle of the public house.
We both have a go at unhinging the thing from its stuck-up position, without success.
Who will be the strong man or woman to undo the deed? whoever does will - no doubt - become the king or Queen of the Blitz.