Our green friends tried a lot of special sports since they arrived in the big house: cockroach hunting, slug racing, worm striking, bubble bursting, iceball fighting, sim destroying, paper boat sailing, ... and more. But until now, fishing was an unknown thing for them!
What is fishing and what do you need? A rod!!! You tie a thread on a toothpick, cast out and hope for any catches. WRONG! But 7Seas can help with hight-tech fishing rods and lots of bait. Starting today Greenies are able to catch tadpoles, dustbunnehs and hundred of other fishes in the ponds of the garden!!! Join them and try your luck by catching custom Greenies and 7Seas fishes @ Greenies Lawn.
What better place to start the recap of 2008 than in Times Square, New York City with a digital billboard of Rezzable's own Club Jaguar, built by Betlog Hax for the Hang 10 sim?
What will bring us the year 2009? Do the true inhabitants of the large house return?
There is a lot of talk around about how much of the population of Second Life is very homogenized. In a lot of ways this is true, often I have trouble telling people I don't know very well apart when I have nametags turned off, but then, I have that same problem when I have nametags turned off in real life...A good deal of this criticism comes down to the skin a person wears, some skins are very defining, they wear the shape, rather than the shape wearing the skin, but I think that a bigger part of the problem is that people take themselves, and the clothes they wear far too seriously. There is an innate fear of looking a little bit silly sometimes. And that's a shame, because, goodness me, silly is FUN! A friend of mine is on a long break from Second Life due to illness, and one of the things I miss most about her are the times when, after a long day of being awesome fashionistas, we'd pull as much random foolish nonsense out of our inventories as we could, get all 'touristed' up, and then quietly inflict ourselves on the public.
This close to Christmas, there's not as much opportunity to be 'dainty' as I would hope. It's all grownup stuff, cleaning, decorating, shopping, endless shopping, so much shopping (it almost stops being fun.....almost), wrapping up gifts, food preparation, checking things off endless lists...it's all so PRACTICAL. When I was a little girl, what I would be doing, the instant school broke up for the Christmas holiday, is prancing around like some sort of sweet little excited fairy. But sigh. With age comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes cynicism, and if I was a less maddeningly happy-go-lucky person, I would be quite jaded by the holidays and claim it had lost its magic entirely. Luckily, that's not the case. I AM a maddeningly happy-go-lucky person, and in amidst all the practicality and work and stress and trying to be superwoman that December brings, I have the distinct joy of being able to slip off to Second Life.
I must admit, I'm not really one who gets poetry. I'm a prose gal, and song lyrics are just about my limit when it comes to words painting pictures and being rhythmical and generally...pretty. I don't know why, but I can stare and stare at a poem, go over it a thousand times in my head, and have none of it make any sense to me, I suppose I'm not the best at interpreting inspiration. It's a shame. It takes something really special for me to be able to understand where it's coming from. And special, I got. 
Only one week left until Christmas and our tree still needs trimming!
Last time, dear readers, I brought you an overview of the Greenies
