The Wave at Cape Marina

I've always liked to write, just not in a journalistic sort of way.  I've always wanted to be Christiane Amanpour, reporting about relevant issues in smoke laden - ravished places - missiles exploding behind me...   or with a mass of people screaming Solidarnosc! as they throw molotov cocktails at policja weilding shields and batons but the passion and know-how to do that requires further education of which I cannot nor really want to pursue, so I've decided to write about what I know.

The first time I landed at Cape Marina and saw that huge wave, I thought, calm down Nickey - you're a Buddhist, lol.  Then, as I tried to ride it, realized, that in the beginning, at least, it was making me it's bitch. Now, I have to clarify that screaming like a girl is not something I normally do, but when all that horror was over with, I took some time to harness my chi, focus... linked with my persistent nature and went back again and again.  It was brutal, but in the end... though I could not tame that pony, I could - at least - finally ride it.

Blogging SL the Draft

For awhile there, I had been struggling with what to write about. Do I add certain experiences on SL or specifically write about surfing in SL?  Then with that was the ever over-powering RL which, for me, has been a constant vortex sucking me out of the escape I found from the typical stresses in my life - work, relationships, finances and mostly being a parent.  Something would happen and I found myself having to log off to tend to those matters. I really never felt fully satisfied. It was like being hungry and given gum to chew to get you by - never bearing weight and seeming all fluff.

There's Always A Beginning

When I first rezzed in Nova Albion Infohub - Miramare, I didn't have a single clue as to what I was doing or what I got myself into.  Previously, I had began to pour money into The Sims Online - and - when I learned it would soon be taken from me - forever - I felt bamboozled.  I had heard about Second Life, but knew nothing about it - still, I took the virtual bus across town and basically told TSO to suck it.  I landed... and it was the biggest thud an avatar could make.

At that time - there were loads of people standing, sitting, chatting - even driving cars, badly.  People were getting knocked over - and - the good majority of them were grey... from head to toe. Miramare instantly was so much more interesting than TSO and I began to learn faster than I gave my poor brain credit for; I began to edit my - well, everything... then hours after making myself seem - as I thought then - gorgeous... I dared to venture out and explore which eventually led me to Ahern.

Walking into the courtyard area of the four corners - Ahern, Bonifacio, Morris and Dore - I was given a HUGE wake up call. I had stumbled upon a packed place full of people like me... noobs constantly editing themselves, but there were also rude people, avatars in various forms from furries to robots.  I walked in not knowing anything about Ahern and it was brutal.  I kept getting pushed around, laughed at and taunted; I was intimidated - but - more intimidating than being griefed was stumbling upon an av who was so beautiful, my virtual self-esteem dropped faster than a drunken girl in cheap Louboutin knock-offs. Anxiously, I figured out how to search for a place to get me out of there - and - that's how I stumbled onto Gay World.