<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553</id><updated>2011-12-13T23:41:29.434-08:00</updated><category term='warewolf'/><category term='steam punk'/><category term='technology'/><category term='second life'/><category term='patent'/><category term='roleplay'/><category term='crime'/><category term='steampunk'/><category term='patent pending'/><category term='rivet'/><category term='punk'/><category term='murder'/><category term='fawn lismore roleplay deer anthro xtacy'/><category term='sl'/><category term='steam'/><category term='maid'/><category term='selene'/><category term='rivet town'/><category term='lismore fawn roleplay gaia deer medium ghost spirit'/><category term='science'/><category term='master'/><title type='text'>Patent Pending</title><subtitle type='html'>A Second Life Steampunk Journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3678095779285005041</id><published>2011-12-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:41:29.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oY_jQhi2wMQ/TuhS2405CtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/COynkp1HLk0/s1600/newfawnbathing_001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oY_jQhi2wMQ/TuhS2405CtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/COynkp1HLk0/s320/newfawnbathing_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685885632475892434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What you gonna do with all that freight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;all that freight inside your crate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What you gonna do with all that freight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;All that freight? All that freight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What you gonna do with all that room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;in your AMAZING crate of DOOM? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What you gonna do with all that room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;All that room? All that room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Do you wanna see what's in my sack? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;In my sack? In my sack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Buck you wanna see what's in my sack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Then you better have a great big rack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Great big rack! Great big rack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;You love my love my spots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;my lovely fawny spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;on the back and on the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;you love my love my spots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;You love my fawny spots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;on the back and on the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;my lovely lovely spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;You'd like to touch my spots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;You'd like to touch my spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;my lovely fawny spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;on the back and on the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;but it's not that time of year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;*Screech of stylus being lifted off record*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;With apologies to the Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Published for the purpose of parody only which is protected as fair dealing under Australian copyright law, and fair use under US law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3678095779285005041?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3678095779285005041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3678095779285005041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3678095779285005041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3678095779285005041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-spots.html' title='My Spots'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oY_jQhi2wMQ/TuhS2405CtI/AAAAAAAAAZs/COynkp1HLk0/s72-c/newfawnbathing_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-312016968548009985</id><published>2011-09-02T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:45:09.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lismore fawn roleplay gaia deer medium ghost spirit'/><title type='text'>Speaker For The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;I speak for the dead because the dead have no tongues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/CheMonro/gaia_001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 553px; height: 680px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/CheMonro/gaia_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; 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font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;Are you troubled by ghosts? Do you have an unquiet past that refuses to stay dead? Do you urgently need to speak with one who is no more? Ask for Gaia at the temple. Medium and Seer. Spirits consulted, fortunes told. Discretion guaranteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;This post refers to &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/20/241/23/"&gt;Lismore&lt;/a&gt;, which is a roleplaying game in Second Life. Feel free to visit but remember visitors must abide by the rules of the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; background-color: rgb(231, 234, 239); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/20/241/23/"&gt;http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/20/241/23/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-312016968548009985?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/312016968548009985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=312016968548009985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/312016968548009985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/312016968548009985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2011/09/speaker-for-dead.html' title='Speaker For The Dead'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3499348355714054381</id><published>2011-04-18T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:20:18.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duchess Renate seeks Maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the household reside 3 people, Duke Gavin and Duchess Renate and Duchess Renata's 11 year old daughter, Megan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bCksMCe86g/TawB-XV3kgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EL8XsyMz-DM/s320/Duchess%2BRenate%2Band%2BLady%2BMegan2.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850607843938818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting a photograph of His Lordship is a difficult venture as he is frequently away on business so I can provide a wedding photograph as reference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kln89le0M_0/TawCNefojvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/DDitvxxq71o/s320/Marriage%2BPhoto.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850867461983986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reside at 7 Anodyne Canal in Winterfell Anodyne. Any prospective maids may IM before visiting and I will gladly provide a landmark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking for a maid with a fondness for children, some knowledge of cooking, willingness to accompany me on shopping trips and provide fashion advice and hair styling tips. A maid must also be willing to serve wine and various refreshments to guests. The right candidate will be treated as a member of the family and with the utmost respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house does include a room for the maid to live in. It is comfortable and warm and highly appropriate for a young lady in domestic service. If at any time the maid wishes personal time, she need only ask as I am very flexible and willing to allow my staff leisure time as they need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will discuss wages with Ms. Easterman and with the chosen maid in private. I am offering lindens for payment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other inquiries may be directed inworld to Renate Marchionne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I very much look forward to meeting any and all candidates for the job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            Sincerely and hopefully, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             Renate Marchionne-Pertwee, KT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3499348355714054381?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3499348355714054381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3499348355714054381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3499348355714054381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3499348355714054381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2011/04/duchess-renate-seeks-maid.html' title='Duchess Renate seeks Maid'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bCksMCe86g/TawB-XV3kgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EL8XsyMz-DM/s72-c/Duchess%2BRenate%2Band%2BLady%2BMegan2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8188441330792487960</id><published>2011-02-19T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:48:26.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fawn lismore roleplay deer anthro xtacy'/><title type='text'>New Body for Fawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TWByFPlvJYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RQ7L3cM24dU/s400/fawnbath20022011001%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TWByFPlvJYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RQ7L3cM24dU/s400/fawnbath20022011001%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TWBw1m6WlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SreNtITMV7k/s400/newfawnbathing_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TWBw1m6WlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/SreNtITMV7k/s400/newfawnbathing_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new body for Fawn. Anthro-xtacy have come out with a new deer avi, so with a few tweaks and customizations Fawn achieves a new look in Lismore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8188441330792487960?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8188441330792487960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8188441330792487960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8188441330792487960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8188441330792487960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-body-for-fawn.html' title='New Body for Fawn'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TWByFPlvJYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RQ7L3cM24dU/s72-c/fawnbath20022011001%20%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8601012101039901634</id><published>2010-12-04T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:22:02.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maids and Footman Needed for Vernissage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TPq-9JQgFQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/izq1dsgKmwM/s1600/vernissage%2Binvitation.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TPq-9JQgFQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/izq1dsgKmwM/s320/vernissage%2Binvitation.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546955848726615298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Social Season Club will be hosting a Vernissage at Poppy's place Galleria in Caledon Oxbridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we already did for our successfully Vernissage last November, we will be opening the galleria to the public, greeting the exclusive patrons and serving them in full Victorian ettiquette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to be able to attend them properly, we are in need of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A maid to serve drinks to patrons, fully dressed in Victorian maid's uniform and well trained to be properly mannered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A footman to greet the patrons by the door, hand them the program and show them to the up floor if they need it. (Male av wore by female maids would be also accepted)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The date for the event is DECEMBER THE 11th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time: 11:30 am SLT for "early birds" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                6:30 pm SLT for evening patrons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each event will last 1 HOUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested in the job, please, send a notecard (not an IM, they get lost) to Ms ALEXX MCLAGLEN inworld, telling me the position you ask for and the time you would be able to attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms A. McLaglen, widow of Warburton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8601012101039901634?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8601012101039901634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8601012101039901634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8601012101039901634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8601012101039901634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/12/maids-and-footman-needed-for-vernissage.html' title='Maids and Footman Needed for Vernissage'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TPq-9JQgFQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/izq1dsgKmwM/s72-c/vernissage%2Binvitation.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7048175700853061885</id><published>2010-10-27T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:41:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter from Miss McLaglen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TMfwCYHTPBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/925LOAPBASg/s1600/Ms+Alexxandria+McLaglen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TMfwCYHTPBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/925LOAPBASg/s320/Ms+Alexxandria+McLaglen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532654590871419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkloch Manor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caledon Windemere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, 26th of October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest Ms Easterman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Victorian Social Season Club and Miss Callipygian Christensen are working on a Vernisage for the 13th of November. Is an exhibition private opening on the most Victorian way, and there will be some canapes and champagne offered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we could be in need of help that day, I've taken the liberty to contact you. My maid, Nelly, will be there offering some drinks, but it wouldn't be enough. We are thinking about having a footman meeting the guests at the door, showing them inside and handing the program for the event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there any chance you would have on your Maid's School a young man ready to be hired as a footman for the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we could even be in need of another maid, but that is still something we need to think about. But the footman is totally necessary for an event as the one described.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can help us, please, feel free to contact me and we would talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Alexx McLaglen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7048175700853061885?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7048175700853061885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7048175700853061885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7048175700853061885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7048175700853061885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/10/darkloch-manor-caledon-windemere.html' title='A Letter from Miss McLaglen'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TMfwCYHTPBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/925LOAPBASg/s72-c/Ms+Alexxandria+McLaglen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5706808338699498055</id><published>2010-10-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:35:59.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>My story,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Freedom! &lt;/span&gt;has been published by &lt;a href="http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/serials/2010/09/Freedom.html"&gt;Aphelion Webzine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5706808338699498055?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5706808338699498055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5706808338699498055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5706808338699498055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5706808338699498055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7135536652611592971</id><published>2010-10-02T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:27:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Sophia of Sweden Seeks Maids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKe_4PQ8YII/AAAAAAAAAWg/Segj-QHnsSY/s1600/PrincessSophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKe_4PQ8YII/AAAAAAAAAWg/Segj-QHnsSY/s320/PrincessSophia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523594440884379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Louisa of Sweden &amp;amp; Princess Sophia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my Mother and I hail in Sweden we often travel afar. Our ventures often take us to France where we stay at our Duchy, Chez Adeline. Both Mother and I seek a loyal servant to aid us in our travels and serve us faithfully through the long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties include but not limited to caring for your Highness Louisa and myself and their every whim. This would also include serving guests and helping them to feel comfortable at whatever home we may be residing in. Due to constant travel we would need to be catered to so that we feel comfortable on long journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Sophia of Sweden (SophiaMaria Poida)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7135536652611592971?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7135536652611592971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7135536652611592971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7135536652611592971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7135536652611592971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/10/princess-sophia-of-sweden-seeks-maids.html' title='Princess Sophia of Sweden Seeks Maids'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKe_4PQ8YII/AAAAAAAAAWg/Segj-QHnsSY/s72-c/PrincessSophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-6056689790749618826</id><published>2010-09-30T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:25:28.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKRa-zDgo2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5RnVWl1MC-Q/s1600/gothicbaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKRa-zDgo2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5RnVWl1MC-Q/s320/gothicbaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522639077966390114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Modelling Credit: Cara Jane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ché Monro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;I was called out to a house in the eastern suburbs. As I stood in the driveway I stared up at the peeling, grime-streaked Victorian house. It was huge. It looked like the house in the Addams Family. It would have been worth a fortune, but it was going to ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;As soon as I walked through the gate I knew something was wrong. There was a familiar smell. What was it? Cats. Cat piss was dribbling down the outside walls. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;The owner was an old lady, of course, her hair white, eyes pale blue. We talked for a while, her husband had passed away ten years ago. The place was full of cats. How many were there? Thirty? Fifty? More? Their filth was everywhere, everywhere. They just did their business wherever they felt like it. The females had their kittens wherever they liked, in drawers, in cupboards. The toms marked the walls and the floors indiscriminately. The smell was unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;It was soon apparent that the wiring was shot. It was a wonder the house hadn't caught fire long ago, the wiring was in a shocking state. The house needed rewiring from top to bottom, which would take days, and would cost a packet. Could she afford it? Would I get paid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;The thought of pulling wiring through those walls, wading through that filth was unbearable. The thought of working in that house, in that smell, for days, made me want to vomit. Stringing wires over ceilings, under floors, inside walls. The filth would get all over you. Who knew what was down under those floors? Dead kittens? Rats? God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;I'd only been there ten minutes and I just wanted to get the hell out. I told her she'd lost a phase. "Call the power company, love," I said. Then I fled, stumbling down the steps. The smoggy city air never smelt so fresh and clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;The shit of it was that it was a lovely old house in a prime location. Properly done up it would have sold for a million bucks. Hell, even torching the place would have improved it a hundred percent. Then you could borrow money and put up a new block of flats and make a tidy profit. But it would never happen while the old lady and her cats were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;I should have called the council. I should have called the RSPCA. Some of those animals were sick, I'd seen a couple with the tell tale weeping eyes that spoke of feline influenza. It was a public health issue! Those cats should have been caged up, and carted off to the pound and put down. The old lady should have been put in a home. It was the only answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;In the end though, I did nothing, figuring it was none of my business. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;She called me that night. The power company had come and told her the house had to be rewired. Could I do the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;"No," I said. "I'm going overseas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;"Tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;For how long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;"Two years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="text-indent: 1.3cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;When she rang off I sat there for a moment feeling something. It took a few seconds to identify it: Sheer bloody relief. I never heard from her again. Still, I sometimes wonder what happened to her, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-6056689790749618826?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6056689790749618826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=6056689790749618826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6056689790749618826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6056689790749618826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/09/cat-lady.html' title='Cat Lady'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TKRa-zDgo2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/5RnVWl1MC-Q/s72-c/gothicbaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-707249635011167270</id><published>2010-05-30T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:10:59.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Brings New Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TAI5PyQZoWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HLiGqfa2dsY/s1600/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TAI5PyQZoWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HLiGqfa2dsY/s320/babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477003040187326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Miss Fawn of Lismore, who has given birth to three healthy baby girls. Their names are Gaia, Hestia, and Nimue. Fawn says that it's possible Mr Solarius Sunset is the proud father of Nimue, she thinks. Quote: "It was Rut!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-707249635011167270?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/707249635011167270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=707249635011167270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/707249635011167270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/707249635011167270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-brings-new-life.html' title='Summer Brings New Life!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/TAI5PyQZoWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HLiGqfa2dsY/s72-c/babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5325449294936576174</id><published>2010-02-12T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T03:25:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Rose Hotel Seeks Maids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S3UlB0Vs4QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pjEDWlPlp2Q/s1600-h/maiyahotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S3UlB0Vs4QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pjEDWlPlp2Q/s320/maiyahotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437292838279504130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Varo/180/109/36"&gt; Yellow Rose&lt;/a&gt; is a new hotel in PaintRock, Texas, managed by Miss Maiya Writer. Miss Writer is a former Countess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About us: The Yellow Rose is a hotel situated in an RP SIM for Victorian Western RP.  We provide a full service Hotel and will be very soon offering wedding packages and "experience" packages for the stay of the guest.  Maids are essential for this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Owners: The Yellow Rose is managed by Maiya Writer and is owned by Johnwesley Hinte.  He owns the SIM.  A picture will be provided soon to this notecard when i'm able to grab a pic, but for now, look up his profile and get to know what he looks like.  As RP you will not know his name but be mindful to use extra courtesy and formality with him, even if he himself is laid back.  Joyus Sohl is another owner here at the Yellow Rose, please likewise look up her profile and apply the same respect when addressing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties:  As a maid of the Yellow Rose, you would be required to attend to your guests.  Each room will have a pull bell and a tipping dish.  The more you interact with your guests the better your chances of increasing your income with us.  You will be asked to be present when your guests arrive, if you are not online make a point of finding out if you've had guests check into your room and if they are not online sending them a welcome message.  You may be paged by your guests, but i don't expect they will require time consuming services from you.  They may need directions or have a simple question.  That said, if you offer your guests extra service (and we absolutely encourage this) such as taking th lady shopping to our town shops etc., you will increase your chances of tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each maid will be asked to spend a minimum of three hours a week at the hotel and to attend at least 1 weekend event per WEEKEND if we have one going on.  During your time at the Hotel a maid can busy herself sweeping the front porch and being friendly with pedestrians.  There are various chores around the hotel as well.  Each Maid will need to be in our group to receive notices as they are sent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone is eating in the dining room (the placemats give out food) please offer them tea when they are finished and check on them during their meal to see if they need anything.  If someone comes into the Hotel, offer them a seat in the diningroom and refreshments.  Be proactive about your duties as if you worked in a real hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonuses for RP and attendance will be offered for exceptional work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unable to keep your hours, we understand RL comes first, but those who make it  habit of not fulfilling their duties will be asked to leave.  If you are only able to work half your hours, you will only receive half your pay that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniform:  Uniforms are a must at the hotel and should be worn anytime you are in the hotel including when you are paged.  Its a good idea to wear your uniform, skin, hair, eyes, shoes etc. edit appearance and save your entire outfit as an "outfit"  When you edit appearance there is a button at the bottom of the window that says "make outfit" click this button and tick every box to be sure you capture everything you are wearing.  Name this outfit in the blank line at the top "Yellow Rose Uniform" or some other title you are likely to remember.  In this way, if you are paged by a guest, it should take no time at all to put on your uniform.  We require that each maid purchase their uniform here (&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mont%20Saint%20Michel/97/28/1001"&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/a&gt; Uniform Name: "Emma" - B.E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP:  Because this is an RP Sim, maid will be expected to RP.  Be daring and most of all, develope your character.  Where did you come from?  Why are you working here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salary: $1000L per week plus tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application:  Below you will find your application.  Please fill it out and RENAME it in your inventory "Jane Doe Yellow Rose Application" this is essential.  If you do not name your application it can be easily lost.  Once you have filled in your application, please return to Maiya Writer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Rose Application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your SL Name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL Start Date (can be found on your profile):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous Employment on SL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you worked at this position(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be able to devote three  hours a week to  your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be able to supply a professional period appearance? (no freebie/newbie items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any maid/service experience either in SL or RL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your primary language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read/write this other language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What times do you feel you would be able to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your RL time zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think you would be a good candidate for this position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever RPed in a Victorian, western or other RP sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were your last three maid positions like (if any)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite part about being a maid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please rename this notecard in your inventory "Jane Doe (your name) Yellow Rose Application" and return to Maiya Writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5325449294936576174?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5325449294936576174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5325449294936576174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5325449294936576174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5325449294936576174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/02/yellow-rose-hotel-seeks-maids.html' title='Yellow Rose Hotel Seeks Maids'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S3UlB0Vs4QI/AAAAAAAAAV4/pjEDWlPlp2Q/s72-c/maiyahotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1100196804585542792</id><published>2010-01-24T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:46:50.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawn, A Woman of the Deer People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S1wzJDw-FfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5SxwLGTZYxA/s1600-h/fawndoeweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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Please give generously. All funds go through Miss Edelman so you should contact her with any queries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4281423759824505053?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4281423759824505053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4281423759824505053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4281423759824505053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4281423759824505053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/01/appeal-for-haiti.html' title='Appeal for Haiti'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7613960649423591551</id><published>2010-01-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:42:46.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Montagne Noir New Maid and Butler Uniforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0NBxPWNBII/AAAAAAAAAVg/dQt96QDlKHE/s1600-h/bamikamaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0NBxPWNBII/AAAAAAAAAVg/dQt96QDlKHE/s320/bamikamaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423250690473264258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Oxbridge%20Village/203/234/30"&gt;Montagne Noir&lt;/a&gt; (Astolat Dufaux) has released new maid and butler uniforms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7613960649423591551?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7613960649423591551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7613960649423591551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7613960649423591551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7613960649423591551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2010/01/montagne-noir-new-maid-and-butler.html' title='Montagne Noir New Maid and Butler Uniforms'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0NBxPWNBII/AAAAAAAAAVg/dQt96QDlKHE/s72-c/bamikamaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2811009447569686221</id><published>2009-12-27T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:35:50.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire and the Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SzfSONib1RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w20m7okBdao/s1600-h/wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SzfSONib1RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w20m7okBdao/s320/wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420031818157774098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just published a short fairy tale called "&lt;a href="http://www.elfwood.com/%7Echemonro/Claire_and_the_Wolf_%28Illustration_by_the_Author%29.3541484.html"&gt;Claire and the Wolf.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2811009447569686221?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2811009447569686221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2811009447569686221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2811009447569686221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2811009447569686221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/12/claire-and-wolf.html' title='Claire and the Wolf'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SzfSONib1RI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w20m7okBdao/s72-c/wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8430341330034038557</id><published>2009-12-15T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:32:17.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Service of Submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Service of Submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dominant/submissive Communications in Second Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James M. Hinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the screen before you, a woman kneels before a standing man.  Her clothing is the white on dark crinolines and laced blouse often depicted as a traditional maid’s outfit.  His clothing is the tailcoats and breeches of Victorian Society.  The room in which they stand presents itself as an opulent environment of Persian rugs, finely crafted chairs, a large four-poster bed, and various other well-appointed furnishings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of the screen, a line of text appears. “Cernunnos: Tea, girl.”  Shortly after, that line bumps upwards, a new line taking the place of the old.  “Rosmerta: Yes, Master.”  The two lines linger for a moment, and then fade out in the order they appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your view, the woman rises to her feet and steps over to a cabinet in the corner of the room.  Atop the counter rests a tea set on a tray.  At this point it would be reasonable to expect that the woman would be seen filling the tea pot with water, placing it on a heat source, placing tea leaves within it, and otherwise bustling about in the steps of making tea.  Instead one finds that she stands unmoving before the tea set while more lines of text appear, scroll, and fade out on the lower corner of your screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta opens the lid of the tea pot, fills it with water, and sets it on the stove to heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta opens the cabinet and scans the contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta: What flavor of tea would You like today, Master?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos ponders for a moment. “The Darjeeling, I think.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta: That’s a good choice, Master.  *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta brings out the box with the Darjeeling tea.  she places just the right amount of tea within the heating water and lets it steep.  As she waits, she places several cookies on the tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos: That dress you’re wearing doesn’t suit you.  Perhaps one a little shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta blushes, but nods.  “Would Master like me to wear the French skirts?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos ponders this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernnunos: Yes, that would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta: As You wish, Master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, the dress the woman wears disappears, replaced by a shorter one that still bears the white on dark motif of before.  Even as it finishes coalescing, the woman turns, now holding the tray in her hands.  She walks back over to the man, standing in front of him.  Again, text appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta walks over to Master.  As she reaches Him, her toe catches the rug, and she trips, spilling hot tea on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos: Blast you, girl!  What have you done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta blanches.  “i'm so sorry, Master!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos: We’ll see how sorry you are, you foolish child.  You need proper discipline!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turns to look at a chair behind him, and reaches towards it.  After a moment, he sits in the chair.  The text that has been scrolling adds another line.  “Cernunnos: Over my knee, wench!”  And then another.  “Rosmerta: Yes, Master.”  A moment later the woman appears bent belly down across the man’s knees.  His arm comes up, and then down, applying a firm-looking swat to her buttocks.  The sound of the hand striking her can be heard on the speakers, and further text appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta jumps at the swat.  “OW!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cernunnos: Quit your complaining, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosmerta: *wimpers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on for several minutes, and then, at the end, the woman shifts to sit in the lap of the man.  “Cernunnos: There there, girl. It’s over with.  All is forgiven.” “Rosmerta sniffles.”  At this point you watch as the man leans forward and kisses the woman’s forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have just witnessed is a performance between a Dominant, the man, and a submissive, the woman, in the context of a Second Life group known as “the School for Maids.”  In this performance, both participants have used several different techniques to overcome the limits of the program that creates Second Life, establishing a relationship of Dominance and submission desirable to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of Second Life is a Stage…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erving Goffman established a model of human interaction and communication that focused on a metaphor of stage-acting as its explanation.  Viewing every human interaction as a performance, he established the ways people interact within a framework that is very much a performance, complete with roles, scripts, and stage settings.  One of the key concepts behind Goffman’s model was the concept of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face engagement&lt;/span&gt;. (Goffman, 1966)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face engagement&lt;/span&gt; participants present a dramatic construct.  They adopt roles and perform with the intent of conducting a scene leading to a satisfactory conclusion, much like a scene within a play.  They have entered into the scene with a pre-generated script that is continually adapted as the scene unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life is an online social-networking site that utilizes heavy graphical programming to produce a three-dimensional interactive gathering place.  Created by Linden Labs, it is billed as a “3D virtual world created by its Residents (people like you) that's bursting with entertainment, experiences, and opportunity.” (Linden Lab).  Users spent an aggregate total of approximately 124 million hours within Second Life in the first quarter of 2009 (Linden Lab).    Within Second Life, individuals are able to create avatars, three-dimensional representations of themselves that can vary substantially from the appearance of their physical selves and adopt crafted personalities in this “second life” substantially different from the one presented in their “first life.”  They are enabled with a variety of tools, to significantly modify their environment, creating settings that are individually suited to personal tastes and interests.  The ability to recreate existing environments and create new ones with new rules entirely within the realm of the internet has led to this and similar online applications being referred to as “Virtual Worlds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freedom of creation within Second Life allows people to deeply craft&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face engagements&lt;/span&gt;.  When one can craft one’s appearance to be tailor-made for any situation, alter one’s behaviors to suit roles, and completely set the stage in every single way, this empowers people to create a very deep performative structure that reinforces the script being brought into play.  The ways in which the members of the Maid School interact to establish a Dominant/submissive relationship highlights this.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1. Within most American settings where individuals voluntarily enter into relationships based around one having domination over the other,  the tradition is to extend this even into the spelling of the titular roles, capitalizing “Dominant” and leaving “submissive” uncapitalized, even when it is a sentence beginner.  This paper continues that tradition.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maid School bills itself as “a home for wayward and unemployed maids seeking a position with a suitable household. This free school aims to train maids in service and provide them with the discipline they require, until they are ready to find a permanent position in the household of a suitable Master or Mistress” (Maid School v2.0).  While this is, in the strictest sense, a physical location within the Virtual World of Second Life, it is the community of participants this study focuses on.  These participants consist of submissives,[2] who model themselves after traditional western perceptions of maids, and of Dominants,[2] who typically are modeled after aristocracy or upper class businesspersons from the Victorian Era of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2. The terms “Dominant” and “submissive” are used heavily within this community, a reflection of their connection with other similar groups both within the virtual and the physical world.  These groups use the term “Dominant” to refer to any individual that takes a position of power or authority over another, while the term “submissive” is used for an individual who gives up power or authority to another within a relationship.  This reflects the way one is dominating another, who is submitting. (Weille, 2002) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Second Life’s programming gives a great deal of freedom and opportunity for individuals crafting a scene for a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;, it never-the-less also has significant limitations.  The programming is very general, with most of the capabilities for interaction limited to those things for which there is very broad use.  A limited number of developers have applied themselves to attempting to create new ways to accomplish things through the creation of props that animate the avatars to perform certain acts, but even these few efforts have very limited use as stand-alone methods to reinforce the performance. As a result the Dominants and submissives within the community of the Maid School have come up with a number of work-arounds that help them to craft the performance in terms of the roles, scripts, and visual cues.  These work-arounds that allow the creation of the performance come in three areas: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visual, Behavioral, and Linguistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Syhtd_RwQ_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/vEBEWvv7amA/s1600-h/fig+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Syhtd_RwQ_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/vEBEWvv7amA/s320/fig+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415698913882555378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fig 1. School for Maids Face Performance Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Aspects of Domi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nant/submissive Face Performance in Second Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within Second Life, a wide variety of appearance options are possible.  Substantial amounts of physical world money are exchanged in the creation of appearances, ranging from clothing to skin, hair, and bodies.   These are crafted within Second Life and sold both in Second Life and through various external exchanges.  Additionally, particularly talented programmers are able to manufacture objects that are able to animate avatars to perform various visual acts such as walking, sitting, and kneeling, as well as a wide variety of sexual acts.  Further, people are able to create spaces within Second Life in which they build structures and decorations with clear purposes that can act as stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined, these visual objects can form strong visual cues useful in helping to create a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;.  These can help individuals within a performance to know which role is being played out and which particular aspects may or may not be appropriate, as well as to making it easier for them to know what the performative scene is meant to be.  Visually, three major groups of cues stand out to form these combinations.  These are “Symbols,” “Devices,” and “Locations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most readily recognizable category of visual cues comes in the form of “Symbols.”  These are instantly visible things, which typically require very little interpretation.  Clothing, physical positioning and body posture, and props all serve as easily understood visible cues allowing people to set the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhtQ7FZdRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DdpdMyan16U/s1600-h/fig+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhtQ7FZdRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/DdpdMyan16U/s320/fig+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415698689418687762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fig. 2.  Two maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With rare exception, submissives within the school dressed in fashions that are easily associated with the stereo-typical appearance of Victorian era maids.  Fig. 1 shows two of the maids from the school.  While their clothing has substantial differences, certain commonalities can be found.  These commonalities were universally noted in all of the maids interviewed or observed during the course of the study.  Note that, in both cases, the uniforms consist of a dark base dress, over which white aprons are worn.  Further, both exhibit frilly trim; ruffled shoulders and cap in the case of the uniform on the left side of the image, white lace on the petticoat and shoulders of the woman on the right.  While the variety of dress observed was substantial, these elements were retained in all cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominants, on the other hand, wore a wide variety of outfits.  The only true commonality between them was the appearance of relative wealth within a Victorian schema.  Of note was the fact that they did not wear outfits resembling those of the maids, even in those cases where the Dominant was another woman.  In this way, one could readily tell the submissives from non-submissives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance of the maid uniform clearly symbolized the acceptance of a role of “Maid” in the performance, much like a costume prop within a stage act.  This was so commonly accepted that one maid stated during an interview regarding a performance as a submissive, “I was of course wearing my full Victorian maid dress.”  Her manor of saying this was an afterthought, as though it should have been obvious without having to be stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fig, 1 also shows us another symbol commonly used.  Amongst both Dominants and submissives within the Maid School, there was a strong use of body posture and proximity to further reinforce the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the submissives were observed to hold their hands clasped either behind their backs or in front of them while standing during a scene.  When asked about this, one of the submissives replied that this was “an appropriate pose to adopt while waiting.”  Frequently this pose would be held while the submissive was either positioned behind and slightly to the side of the Dominant while the Dominant was entertaining third parties, or while standing directly before the Dominant while awaiting instructions or in some other way talking with the Dominant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhrPU98FzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/v30WMhtFXJk/s1600-h/fig+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhrPU98FzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/v30WMhtFXJk/s320/fig+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415696462983730994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fig. 3. Kneeling maid with tea set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pose adopted with great frequency was a kneeling pose, such as can be seen in Fig. 2. During a performance, a submissive would drop to her knees while offering service, rather than standing before the Dominant or the Dominant’s guests.  During one set of interviews in which the Dominant and submissive were both present, the Dominant specifically told the submissive “Nemetona, down.”  This resulted in the submissive immediately settling into a kneeling position behind the Dominant.  Not long after, the Dominant gave the submissive permission to sit beside him.  The submissive did so, again adopting a kneeling position, rather than a more casual pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about the act of kneeling, one of the submissives stated that this was the accepted practice during a performance.  “It allows the Dominant to appear larger and more powerful than the submissive.”  In kneeling, the submissive makes herself appear more diminutive and powerless.  This makes the pose one that is symbolic of the role of being a maid.  Another submissive described kneeling as meaning three things.  “1. Submission to you as my Mistress, 2. I’m a submissive and I want something from you – most likely a collar, 3. In my case, normally submissive service.”  Again, we see the visual cue of kneeling as having embedded meanings to be communicated.  “It’s corporal language,” a third submissive pointed out, revealing that the submissives themselves recognize this as a tool for communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominants, on the other hand, typically used poses that were more powerful in appearance.  One common pose was to stand with the feet apart and the hands on the hips.  This pose created a symbol of strength and dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of the poses, whether standing or kneeling, and the positioning of the body in relation to others, we see here a clear symbol that is understood by the Dominants and submissives within the Maid School.  In all of these cases the submissive is minimizing herself by using non-aggressive and diminishing poses to signal her position as a submissive.  Similarly, the Dominant symbolizes his or her position of power through posture and relative body positions, even to the extent of dictating where the submissive was to stand or sit to better minimize the submissive’s own position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During observations of performances and interviews, the use of props was also seen to provide symbols.  Similar to the clothing, these were items which were worn or carried as a means of further symbolizing the relationship and the nature of the performance being engaged in.  While a number of these props were observed, two specifically will be discussed as examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first prop that will be discussed is the collar.  Collars were decorative items some of the observed submissives wore around the neck.  These collars served as symbols to the submissive, Dominant, and to others who were versed with the practices of the Dominant/submissive community that this particular submissive was committed to one particular Dominant.  The importance of collars as a symbol to Dominants and submissives was emphasized in an interview with Rhiannon, one of the maids who holds a central position within the school.  Collars “are a permanent symbol of submission and ownership – much like a wedding ring – something quite serious.”  The fact that it was specifically referred to as a symbol, while other props were not, shows the significance of this item within the structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all submissives within the Maid School wore collars.  In the case of Rhiannon, she served as a sort of Maid-At-Large, with no single Dominant to which she was submissive.  As such she wore no collar.  Nematona, on the other hand, was dedicated to a single Dominant, and as such proudly “wore His collar.”  Collars will be examined once again when looking at another set of visual cues, Devices, below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other prop we will examine as a symbol is representative of a whole class of items.  This prop is the tea set that can be seen in Fig. 2. This particular tea set was personally made by the maid holding it, complete with programming that offered tea cups to others and spoke the phrase “Tea time!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tea set served as a symbol in two ways during the observation in which it was seen.  First, it helped serve as a visible cue to reinforce the submissive role being performed by the submissive.  By carrying the tray, it showed that the submissive was engaged as a domestic, catering to the needs of others.  Secondly, it also symbolized the performance itself.  The presence of the tea set being actively carried to the Dominant and his guest symbolized the performative nature of the situation, representing that this scene involved a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; that used “serving tea” as the setting in which the maid submitted through service.  At various times other such props were observed to act as symbols in similar fashions, establishing the submissive and the performance both.  Dominants might similarly carry a cane to represent wealth or status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking once again at Fig. 2 then, we can see how all three of the symbol categories are seen to create a comprehensive symbolic communication.  In this case the maid is signaling a role as a submissive through a clearly recognized outfit, through the act of kneeling at the feet of another person, and through bearing a tray symbolizing an act of submissive service as well as serving as a cue for which scene is being enacted.  Combined, this produces a strong symbolic communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next set of visual cues we will examine are those categorized as Devices.  While in many ways these resemble the afore-mentioned props, and in fact overlap in the case of collars, these differ significantly in intent and effect. Devices are items which, rather than being passive props that serve in only a symbolic fashion, actively animate the avatars to produce visual performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collars provide an example of this.  When used as a symbol, a collar sits around the neck of the submissive as an inert object.  The power of the collar is exclusively set within the shared meaning of the community of Dominants and submissives.  However, many collars can also serve as devices through playing an active role in the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemetona, who wore one such collar, described one example of this.  While describing a recent interaction as a submissive, Nemetona opens the story with a discussion of being actively teleported to the setting by the Dominant.  Teleporting is a means by which a person can go from one location to another in Second Life instantly, rather than having to spend time traveling.  Ordinarily this is done by the person who is moving locations.  However, in this case, the presence of a collar as a device altered the teleport into an act of submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Master was entertaining a lady friend of His, and I was busy preparing food and drink for them. […] i had just logged on, and Master IMed me, requesting that i come help entertain the two of them.  i agreed, and Master teleported me there.  […] He was able to teleport me without needing my consent, since i wear an RLV collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemetona went on to explain that the RLV Collar[3] also could be used to restrict speech and Instant Messaging (IM) capabilities, force poses such as kneeling on the wearer, and lock the submissive into place, unable to move.  During a later interview this was demonstrated as Nematona was put into a number of poses by the Dominant to whom the authority was given by the collar’s programming.  When used in this fashion, the collar then becomes transformed from a symbol to a device.  It acts to give the Dominant the power to pose or restrict the activities of the submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3. RLV stands for Restrained Life Viewer.  This is an alternate interface for accessing Second Life that has been designed specifically for Dominants and submissives, as it is programmed to grant Dominants a great deal of power over the submissives not normally possible within Second Life.  Items programmed specifically to take advantage of this are often referred to as “RLV compatible.”]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collars represent one type of device, Forced Devices.  Forced devices are any devices used to give power over another where there is little option to refuse.   Collars are the most common of these, though there are others.  The other type of device would be Shared Devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared devices are ones designed such that any and all participants are allowed control with them.  These are usually operated through the use of a drop down menu that gives options for the animation of avatars.  Devices of this sort observed at various times included sex beds, animation chairs, and massage tables. By utilizing the drop down menu with one of these, either participant can choose animated actions which will be enacted by the avatars visibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because any and all individuals interacting with a shared device can change the actions or poses being enacted, this can create a sense of equal partnership.  As the Dominant/submissive relationship is instead built around a power/powerlessness dyad, these devices seem as though they would be seen little within the Maid School environment.  In point of fact, these shared devices are routinely used.  However, certain traditions have built up around the shared devices to permit a retention of the communication of Dominance and submission.  One submissive summed it up simply with the comment, “He has control of the menus and the positioning at all times.”  She reinforced this shortly thereafter with the statement, “I think it’s pretty standard, the Dominant controls the buttons.”  In this case, the submissive is yielding the opportunity to wield control over the device, and thus the scene, to the Dominant, again communicating who is acting in which role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether the devices are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forced&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shared Devices&lt;/span&gt;, these devices create visual cues that are deliberately staged to communicate within a scene.  Regardless of whether the pose or action is being forced on the submissive or being permitted by not disputing control of the menu, these devices create poses or actions that communicate what the scene is.  For example, in one observation, a Dominant was engaged in punishing a submissive for transgressions by using a Shared Device chair to animate them both in a way reminiscent of spanking.  At one point, the Dominant chose to switch to a faster rate of spanking using the menu in the chair.  The submissive, observing this, recognized that this was communication of an intensification of the content of the scene, and crafted her responses accordingly.  Thus the chair counted as a visual cue that served to help promote the face performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locations served as the third set of visual cues.  Certain settings created communications regarding the nature of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt;.   These communications acted as cues for the expectations of what was going to be enacted in the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one observed performance, the Dominant and submissive were playing out a scene of chastisement.  The setting was within the public space of the Maid School itself.  After a period of exchanged conversation in which the scene progressively grew more confrontational, the Dominant declared “We will go upstairs.”  At this point the Dominant and submissive moved to the upstairs portion of the school, which was considered a far more private location.  The new location possessed a number of Shared Devices that could be used to enact certain visual cues that would help establish and communicate the performance, but far more critically, both the Dominant and the submissive had established early on that this location was one in which certain types of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt; would be enacted.  In this case, even though acting out a scene of punishment could have been accomplished in the public room, it was the location upstairs where this normally took place.  By stating “We will go upstairs” the Dominant was communicating that a new step in the performance was to be entered into, moving things from “confrontation” to “punishment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creation of the meanings associated with these locations can happen as a consequence of pre-existing usage, or through shared negotiation.  Some spaces within Second Life are designated specifically as Dominant/submissive performance spaces.  Entering one of these locations communicates a clear expectation for what the performance is to be, owing to it being pre-defined by intent.  In other cases, spaces emerge organically, owing to past performances.  A certain room in a building might originally have no specific meaning attached to it, but after a certain scene has been played out there several times, this location becomes associated with that activity as a shared meaning.  This results, then, in movement to that location serving as a visual cue as to what the performance will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combining these three visual cues, Dominants and submissives have a set of tools that are used to establish&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt;.  By entering into a location with pre-established meaning while dressed as a maid, the submissive can communicate certain expectations about what is desired within the scene.  Similarly, the Dominant can use devices within a scene to establish tone and script for the submissive to follow.  Visual cues then serve as a powerful communicative force within the Dominant/submissive relationship in the Maid School community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behavioral Aspects of Dominant/submissive Face Performance in Second Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the Maid School community of Dominants and submissives, there are a number of behavioral patterns that have been established as means to communicate what a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; is going to involve.  These&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; serve as meaningful acts that help to create mutual expectations regarding the performance, owing to previous understandings.  Behavioral Cues can be broken down into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Role Expectations&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behaviors&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role Expectations are pre-existing identities which craft the actions of the players.  In a stage performance, a person is identified as being a certain character within the structure, such as The Hero, The Villain, The Comedy Relief, etc, and these identities create expectations as to what performances the audience will see enacted by the individuals in these roles.  Similarly, Dominants and submissives have roles that create expectations for performance.  These Role Expectations are strongly linked to the other two areas of Behavior and Rules, but they also stand alone, as the Role Expectations are cues in and of themselves.  Even before a Dominant or submissive engages in any behaviors or complies with any rules, the roles themselves establish expectations as to how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt; will be acted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principle Role Expectations are ones already used heavily within this paper, those of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dominant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;submissive&lt;/span&gt;.  A third Role Expectation does exist, that of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shared Expectations&lt;/span&gt;.  Each of these three establishes certain pre-existing sets of rules and behaviors, as well as ways to work within them to establish new performances outside of already existing expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dominants&lt;/span&gt; are individuals who are expected to have the power within the relationship.  As such they typically are viewed as the ones setting the scene and establishing the rules.  Dominants are usually seen as being aggressive, taking the commanding role within the situation.   “Not listening to others and being sure of being right all the time is a very often ‘quality’ for Dominants,” according to one submissive interviewed.  If the relationship includes any sort of sadomasochistic interactions, the Dominant is the one that administers the pain/pleasure to the submissive.  Dominants commonly are seen as establishing or modifying the rule set and controlling the submissives within performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual who is identified as being a Dominant is expected to engage in certain behaviors and is subject to certain rules within any scene.  A submissive (or another Dominant) in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; with someone identified as a Dominant knows that these behaviors and rules are to be expected, and can thus craft the performance accordingly.  This expectation, then, is in and of itself communicative.  The adopting of the role itself is a communicative act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Dominants, then, are the aggressive and commanding members of the community, submissives are then the antithesis of that role.  Submissives are individuals who do not appear to exercise any form of control, obeying the commands of others.  Within Second Life, where there is a great deal of freedom to avoid being diminished in self-determination, submissives are those who willingly sacrifice this self-determination at the hands of one or more other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By stepping into a role of submission, certain behavioral and rule expectations are created.  An individual identified as being a submissive is, therefore, communicating to others what role is to be played within a performance.  A Dominant meeting with someone identifying as being in the submissive role automatically has certain expectations that can be relied on to craft the script for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the face of it, this creates a simple dyad, one where one side has power and control, and the other lacks it.  This, however, is an oversimplification.  In any performance there are times where the role expectations created by the presence of a Dominant and a submissive are insufficient.  Actions taken by a Dominant may create a need on the part of the submissive to alter the performance to avoid something that goes beyond what the submissive is willing to do.  The Dominant may have a certain script that is desired, but have concerns that the submissive may not be willing to participate in that script.  The fact that even with the existence of things like the Restricted Life Viewer submissives still have the ability to get out of situations that go too far means that submissives have a quiet power to alter the perceived balance of power.  In these circumstances,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shared&lt;/span&gt; Behaviors and Rules come into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two areas of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behaviors&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt; are strongly impacted by these three different Role Expectations.  Different behaviors and rules apply depending on which set of expectations are in play at the time.  In these cases, the three often interact to form a triad of Behavioral aspects within a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behaviorally, Dominants are expected to be the aggressor in a situation.  The expectation is that the Dominant has the script in mind, and the submissive plays along.  In one interview a submissive highlights this expectation of total control and acceptance.  “I was feeling fairly deeply and unthinkingly compliant, so I said yes.”  Later the same submissive comments “I was responding to his poses.” In both of these statements we see that the submissive was responding to the behavioral aggression by playing along to the script being set by the Dominant.  The Dominant was establishing a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; and the submissive was submitting to that script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strongest ways in which the Dominant expresses this behavior of aggression is through the interplay of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;.  Frequently, Dominants will tell a submissive outright what is to be done.  For example, “sending you a blind [teleport] and expecting you to drop everything and go,” or “ordering me to be silent” are clear statements of the rules “You will come when called,” or “You are not to be heard.”  In order to comply with the script the Dominant has established for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt;, the submissive has to comply with the rules being set.  “Pushing” is another way in which a role expectation of aggression from Dominants is played out.  This is a behavior of “pushing on your consent a little bit to see if you will object. […] Light pushing on your boundaries establishes control.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For submissives the behaviors and rules get far more complex.  It would be easy to assume that the only role expectation for submissives would be simple obedience, however this is not the case.  While there is no one set of rules for behavior with submissives, there is a body of fairly common rules often observed by them.  Individual submissives within the Maid School may ignore some of these rules, but even in those cases the submissive still recognizes these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common rule to be conformed to is the standard practice regarding certain capitalizations.    It is extremely rare to see a submissive who does not capitalize the term “Dominant,” regardless of its placement within a sentence.  Similarly, “submissive” isn’t capitalized, even when at the beginning of a sentence.  Not as common, but still often seen, is a similar practice in regards to pronouns; capitalizing a pronoun when normally it wouldn’t be capitalized, or using a non-capitalized letter when normally a pronoun would start capitalized, depending on who the pronoun is applied to.  In one interview, the following exchange took place between a submissive (S) and the researcher (R):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Um, I moved first to Master, kneeling in front of him and presenting the tray to him, saying “Would You like some tea, Master?”  I then did the same with the lady, substituting “Miss” for “Master,” and using the lowercase y in the word you.  I then stood to the side as the two of them talked.  When they complimented my tea, I curtsied and said “Thank You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: You emphasized that you used a lower case y for your Master’s guest, but you used an upper case for your Master.  Can you explain why that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Well, I used the upper case Y with Master because that emphasizes his dominance over me. i also use the lower case i when i refer to myself when i remember to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further capitalizations often occur with titles.  In the above exchange, we see the title “Master” being capitalized.  During observations, the titles of Master, Mistress, Sir, and Miss were all capitalized routinely.  In some cases, other titles were seen to be applied to individuals, but the capitalization still occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This act of choosing when to capitalize certain words and terms serves as a communicative behavior within a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;.  While many of the behaviors that are seen within the Second Life are intended to overcome shortcomings within the interface limiting people’s behavioral options, in this case this behavior actually takes advantage of the interface.  The fact that vocalizations[4] and actions are typically depicted through typed out language allows Dominants and submissives to use a capitalization schema to reinforce the roles of Dominant and submissive in a way that the spoken word does not allow for.  While Dominants and submissives alike use this, it was observed to be applied more strongly by submissives, thus its inclusion in the discussion of rules for submissives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4. Second Life includes a voice option, allowing people with microphones to use audio to speak directly within the environment.  This is seldom used, however, owing to a variety of factors.  As such, the vast majority of conversations in Second Life are typed out.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Rule behavior crosses into the area of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic&lt;/span&gt; performance as well.  However, because it is seen as a very formalized and expected behavior, it has been placed under the Rules heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less wide spread but still observed as being important in communicating expectations within the submissive role, other rules included an expectation that submissives were only to show initiative under certain circumstances, that submissives were to refer to themselves in the third person rather than the first, and that submissives were to use titles rather than names.  In each of these cases, there were submissives who did not use these rules, but they were observed often enough to show as commonly understood and shared.  Early stages of a relationship between Dominants and submissives heavily engaged in negotiating which rules would be observed and which would not, as well as the addition of further rules specific to that grouping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positioning, which was already discussed while examining visual cues, also serves as behavioral cues for submissives.  Submissives were expected to position themselves in relation to Dominants, and not the other way around.  The adoption of the role of Dominant or submissive resulted in the expectation that, in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;, the Dominant would be the one that controlled the positioning of the actors on the stage.  Submissives had to know how to react accordingly; knowing when to kneel, when to stand, where to sit, kneel, or stand, etc, all in relation to the placement of the Dominant and the scene being enacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the exploration of Behaviors has observed cases that typically belonged to one role or the other.  Certain things, however, are shared between both roles.  Chief amongst these are Negotiation.  At times, the current body of rules and behaviors are insufficient to communicate the expectations and needs of the Dominant(s) and submissive(s) in a situation.  In this case, negotiation of the script has to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesser negotiations take place routinely.  These are referred to as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invitation/Response Moments.&lt;/span&gt;  Invitation/Response moments occur when one participant in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; is seeking to move the scene in a certain direction that is in no way extraordinary, but it is uncertain if the other participant(s) wishes to take the script in that direction.  In one example within the study, a performance involving visiting a public Domination/submission location was not turning out well.  In this case the submissive, feeling that a change would be good, stated, “If You like, we could go to AliKat stables.”  The Dominant responded positively (“Sure.”), and they proceeded to the new location.  In this case, we can see a small negotiation involving an Invitation/Response structure.  The submissive invited the Dominant to change the performance, and the Dominant accepted the invitation positively.  These do not always have to result in the change being sought.  In an interview, a Dominant engaged in a routine Invitation/Response moment seeking to bring a submissive more fully into the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Can you think of anything, Nemetona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: No, although i’m just getting over a headache, so my brain’s kind of scrambled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this example, the submissive, feeling unable to more fully engage for reasons of illness, declined the invitation.  The negotiation ended, and the scene moved on.  These kinds of negotiations occurred routinely, with dozens of individual incidents of Invitation/Response taking place in a single&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less common are when higher level negotiations need to take place.  Negotiations are involved in situations which go beyond the moment, or a single&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; in their scope.  In these cases some point of conflict exists within the Dominant/submissive relationship which is affecting things long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such example that occurred during an interview involved a submissive who felt that the Dominant was dismissive of her, and kept her around only because of a connection with a second submissive.  In order to resolve the situation, the Dominant sat down with both submissives and discussed the situation, resolving things through coming to new understandings of how the relative relationships were shaped.  In this case, the negotiation itself became a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; as, rather than a simple Invitation/Response moment, an entire performance was orchestrated around the behavior of negotiating the issue to resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of negotiating within a Dominant/submissive structure can be tricky.  On the one hand, it seems that a relationship apparently built with one individual having total control and the other having none should involve one sided negotiation, the resolution coming through dictum.  However, the reality is that all participants within the Maid School are there by choice, and have the ultimate power of being able to leave completely.  Therefore, it is paramount that even within the Dominant/submissive structure both Dominants and submissives have ways to be able to negotiate, lest one party no longer find satisfaction in the relationship.  In some cases, this required choosing to step out of the roles temporarily so as to negotiate from positions of clear equality not hampered by the expectations of domination or submission.  In others, the roles are still maintained, but permissiveness exists within the individual roles, allowing freedoms to state positions using the shared understandings of the roles as negotiation points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One additional Behavior to examine is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt;.  However, as this relies heavily on creative use of Linguistics to describe behaviors, and thus crosses boundaries between Behavior and Linguistic cues, it will be addressed in the Linguistic Cues section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, Role Expectations, Rules, and Behaviors combine to produce strong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; which communicate within&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt; to allow both Dominants and submissives to perform within the script.  By knowing what to expect based on the role, by knowing how the rules dictate what is and is not to be part of the performance, and by engaging in expected behaviors, Behavioral cues provide a strong framework to reduce misunderstanding and to script out what a performance will entail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linguistic Aspects of Dominant/submissive Face Performance in Second Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third area of work-arounds used by Dominants and submissives to communicate within the structure of Second Life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic Cues&lt;/span&gt;.  Linguistic cues rely on specific Terms or Language to communicate within the structures of both Second Life and the Maid School.  This paper briefly touched on this idea already while discussing the use (or non-use) of capitalization to communicate dominance and submission, and so reiterating this particular item is unnecessary.  Instead the examination will break down the use of terms and language to further strengthen what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Visual Cues&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; have established.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terms was a small but significant field within Linguistic Cues.  Most of the terms used consistently within the Maid School as part of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt; were titles.  These were already discussed briefly while discussing rules regarding the use of “Master,” Mistress,” or similar, and the terms “Dominant” and “submissive. “ A few terms did come out as being widely used throughout the community.  These were not titular in nature however.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Face perforances &lt;/span&gt;were often referred to as “scenes,” a convenience for research based in Goffman.  This was an open recognition of the fact that in many ways, the role of Maid was performative in nature, necessitating the adopting of a characterization and the enactment of a script with other performers.  These scenes were sometimes also referred to as a “serve,” though the context of this term usually involved specific scenes, particularly ones involving ritualized meals, such as serving tea to a Dominant and the Dominant’s guests.  One submissive explained, “I think it’s literal meaning comes from serving food or drink in a BDSM[5] context, especially online, where that act tends to become a formal little play with it’s own rules.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5. BDSM is an acronym for “Bondage, Dominanation, Sadism and Masochism.”  These are different types of non-normative activities, usually sexual in nature, that practice forms of relationships often seen as being built upon a basis of haves and have-nots power-wise.  Dominant/submissive performances fall within this family owing to its basis in one person with little to no power serving one who has extensive power and authority in the relationship.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial investigations into this study had been enacted specifically to uncover these sorts of terms and their meanings.  The belief was that the specialized needs of the Maid School community would have resulted in their creation of an equally specialized lexicon of terminology.  However, in virtually all cases where specialized terminology was used, it was terminology used extensively within either Second Life as a whole (“rezzing,” “RLV,” “Tping”), and thus not a part of the specifics of the Maid School culture, or used extensively in BDSM contexts throughout the English speaking portions of the world (“pushing,” “Dom/sub,” “spanking”), rather than just the Dominants and submissives of the school.  Instead, the area that more strongly stood out was the area of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the Language Use several different items were uncovered during observations and interviews.  These were broken down into three areas of Language Use, those of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech Patterns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dimunition/Domunition&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt;.  Each involved specific language practices that reinforced the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; by acting as reinforcements of the script or roles within a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech Patterns&lt;/span&gt; are the typed out representations of speech habits.  The choices of titles, use of punctuation and capitalization, and combinations of meanings set tones to performances.  During an observation of one&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt; between a Dominant and submissive, the Dominant declared, “I need this place ‘spic and span’ …oh! in case that is not clear ‘CLEAN AND TIDY’”  Later on, in the same observation, the following exchange took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Do I detect an element of insolence in your tone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh no Sir, I never do anything by halves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first of these quotes, the phrase “in case that is not clear” provides a cue that in this case the Dominant is intending a script of correction based on obtuseness on the part of the submissive from the Maid School.  “I need this place ‘spic and span’” helps to establish more context, that of the cleaning duties of a domestic servant being front and center.  The extended capitalization of every word as he explains the meaning of ‘spic and span’ is read as forceful intonation, probably a raised voice as in shouting.  Together, these things create a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech Pattern&lt;/span&gt; of anger at a failure on the part of the submissive to fulfill the duties of a maid.  This sets the stage for a Dominance/submission scene revolving around corporeal punishment.&lt;br /&gt;In the second exchange, we see a reinforcement of this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speech Pattern&lt;/span&gt; on the part of the submissive.  When challenged on the question of tone, the submissive responds with a phrase that extends the tone already established.  Directed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic Cues&lt;/span&gt; within the initial setting of the stage as one for playing out a scene of misbehavior and failed duties, the submissive signals a willingness to play out the assigned scene by responding accordingly.  She responds with a phrase that is easily seen as challenging to the authority of the Dominant, furthering the Dominant’s script of transgression and punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another case, this an interview, the interview included both a Dominant and a submissive together.  During this interview, the Dominant frequently took efforts to include or praise the submissive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I often have her find places and precede me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: i’m good at searching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Yes you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the Linguistics of using warm and affectionate forms of address and praise, and clear efforts to include the submissive, the Dominant was communicating a strong, trust-based relationship and openness to the submissive expressing herself in the context of the interview.  Rather than stating that the submissive was being granted freedom to speak, instead the Dominant was using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech Patterns&lt;/span&gt; to create an understanding of permissiveness that was mutually understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Linguistic Cue&lt;/span&gt; used within Language was the reliance on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dimunition/Domunition&lt;/span&gt;.  The use of terms that create a sense of authority for Dominants or a sense of belittlement within a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; reinforces the roles being played out.  “A Dom will call you ‘Dear’ or ‘Little One’ or ‘child.’  […] I called him ‘Father.’”  In this commentary by one submissive within the Maid School, she points out the way one Dominant with whom she had interacted was reducing her authority within the performance while she was building his up.  Terms like “Little One,” “Child,” “Girl,” or similar ones imply a youth and inexperience, as well as play into patriarchal schema wherein authority is a masculine, rather than a feminine, trait.  Using these terms is an act of Dimunition that reduces the submissive more deeply in the minds of all participants by minimizing them linguistically.  Similarly, referring to a Dominant as “Father,” “Master (or Mistress)” or similar such terms harkens back to positions of authority such as the Catholic Church and the Guild System.  This builds up the Dominant in a fashion similar to the way the previous terms reduces the submissive, an act of Domunition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These acts of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dimunition/Domunition&lt;/span&gt; can be both positive and negative, depending on the context of the scene.  During an interview involving a Dominant and submissive where the pairing had an affectionate relationship, the submissive pointed out that “Master refers to me as His girl.”  However, in the performance in which transgression and punishment were the theme, the Dominant stated “this girl does not comprehend.”  In both cases, despite the presence of fully adult individuals engaging willingly in roles within the scene, there was a Linguistic act of Dimunition using the word “girl,” in one case as a term of affection, in the other to imply a lack of basic competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the study, the strongest component of Language was not Speech Patterns or Domunition/Dimunition.  Rather, the area that stood out most strongly, both to the researcher and to the study subjects, was the area of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt;.  Every participant in the study utilized posing heavily, with the exception of one Dominant who stated he wasn’t good with it, but was making the attempt.  Posing was briefly referenced in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; portion of the paper, but was not explored fully until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing was referred to using several different terms, including “posing,” “emoting,” and “miming.”  Regardless of the term used, however, the practice was the same.  Posing was a way to use the chat interface to describe acts and emotions through descriptive narrations that could not be shown owing to lacks within the interface of Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhqDSRwgkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T8337SsJLWw/s1600-h/fig+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyhqDSRwgkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/T8337SsJLWw/s320/fig+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415695156591493698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fig. 4. The communications interface within Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figure 4 shows the interface for communicating.  Text would be entered in the white bar at the bottom of the screen, following which the “return” key on the keyboard would be pressed.  This text would then appear to everyone within a certain distance, with the words showing next to the name of the avatar “speaking” in the scrolling text seen just above.  The newest text is at the bottom, while the oldest text is in the process of fading out from the screen at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing involves using this interface to communicate acts, rather than statements.  Instead of typing “lynno !!! hey sweetie !” and entering it into the text stream, Myztree Gorky could have, instead, “posed.”  Using a command (“/me”) at the beginning of her phrase, she could have acted out her greeting rather than stated it.  She would have typed “/me hugs Lynno.”  The resulting text that everyone would have seen on their screens would have then read “Myztree Gorky hugs Lynno.”  The “/me” command would have been substituted with the name, removing the colon that is normally seen after the identifying name.  Everyone seeing this would then respond as though this had actually been an action, even though the two avatars may never have done more than stand there and stare at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several methods of posing were observed to take place.  The simplest form was that just described, using the “/me” command, followed by a descriptive text.  Another commonly observed practice excluded the “/me” command, and instead included the descriptive text within a pair of asterix.  “*hugs Lynno.* would appear as “Myztree Gorky: *hugs Lynno.*”  Again, this would be responded to as an act, not a statement.  Additionally, the use of “emoticons”[6] could be included to signify an act either on their own or in combination with other text.  The use of a colon and an ending parenthesis, for example, represents a smile (as seen when the viewer turns his or her head on its side., like this :) )  This then can be seen as an act of smiling.  Similarly, two carats bracketing an underscore can be seen as a boisterous smile.  ^_^  An individual might then type in text that says “I think that’s a terrible idea. ;)”  This would result in the scrolling text showing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Average: I think that’s a terrible idea. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semicolon and end parenthesis would then be seen as Joe Average’s avatar winking as he gave the statement, turning the comment from a negative critique to an ironic joke.  Combining all of these techniques could result in a complex action that is narrated, rather than enacted by the avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6. Though not normally a good place to site, a good list of emoticons and meanings can be found on Wikipedia at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_emoticons"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_emoticons&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was discussed extensively in interviews and witnessed heavily during both observations and interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemetona: Then i mimed making tea for Master and his lady friend and served it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Researcher: Alright.  Can you described the process by which you mimed this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemetona: I used a series of /me commands describing me selecting the tea, putting it into the pot, steeping it in water, and letting it boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case, Nemetona was overcoming the inability of the system to create the entire sequence of actions needed to cause the avatar to depict the desired sequence.  One Dominant phrased it simply as “when one types emotional or non-verbal responses.  In text-based role play it is used to add to the dialogue providing the non-verbal communication cues that are missing from text-only conversation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This process can be, and almost always is, a group-use of Linguistic practices.  In face performances the participants are all expected to engage in Posing.  The purpose of this was articulated by one submissive when she stated “It lets the partners know what the other is doing and thinking, giving hints about what to do next that would be appreciated.”  Posing, then, serves to communicate through words what actions are taking place, or the emotional content we pick up through non-verbal signals that cannot be expressed by the avatars themselves due to limitations of the programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of this is highlighted in the case of one Dominant who struggled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt;.  When the follow up interview that took place after an observation turned to a discussion of posing, his pride was obvious when he declared “I got a few emotes in!!!”  A submissive, in discussing the matter, stated “It would hardly be satisfying for the scene to be entirely one-sided.  Scenes are meant to be satisfying for both people involved in them.  The sub gets to know that they pleased their Dom and got a little something out of it themselves, and the Dom gets pleased directly by the sub’s actions.”  When discussing the comparative merits of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Devices&lt;/span&gt; versus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt; as tools to use to promote a sense of activity, one sub stated quite simply, “I’m more interested in language and emotes.”  While the term was different, the activity being discussed as highly important was that of Posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depth to which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt; is ingrained into the Linguistics of the community within the Maid School environment is illustrated by an interview conducted with one submissive exclusively over an instant messaging service.  Because the submissive was not available to meet avatar to avatar, the interview took place across a distance that relied solely on chat, with no avatar interaction at all, the Second Life equivalent of a phone interview.  Even during this discussion, with no face to face, the submissive used&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Posing&lt;/span&gt; a number of times, using the /me command to nod, or pause to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Linguistic Cues used by the Dominants and submissives during face performances provided a strong structure to be able to adapt to the weaknesses of the Second Life environment.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speech Patterns&lt;/span&gt; could be used to replicate expressions and tones of voice, communicating the expected mood of scripts.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Dimunition/Domunition&lt;/span&gt; reinforced roles and authority structures which were not hard-coded into the system.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt; provided tools to give action and emotional content for which there was no capability to enact using the capabilities of the avatars themselves.  Terms helped to provide specific contexts and meanings understood within the structure to help define roles and activities.  Given how strongly these things were discussed and observed, and the statements of the research participants themselves, this last of the cues comes out as possibly the most important of the three.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performances&lt;/span&gt; the ability to use language trumped fluency with visual content or behavioral patterns as a preference for use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Curious Case of Nemetona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of how the three cues and their substructures work together to create a whole of behavior is shown in the case of Nemetona.  Nemetona was one of the primary sources of data in the study, and an invaluable support.  Interviews with and observations of Nemetona and Nemetona’s Dominant provided deep insights and examples of the structure as well as highlighting excellent examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemetona was also male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The import of this is in how deeply Nemetona, Nemetona’s Master, and the other submissives all interacted with the structure in regards to the cues.  In every case, the structure and the cues overrode Nemetona’s male identity.  In&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performances&lt;/span&gt; with Nemetona, it was the structure, not the avatar gender, that defined the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In examining the Visual Cues Nemetona exemplifies the subcategories in full.  Nemetona wore a full maid outfit, complete with ruffles, full belled out skirt, a frilled head piece, and apron.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Positioning &lt;/span&gt;was observed with full rigor, with proximity and kneeling poses fully utilized.  Nemetona even used a carefully created tea set as a prop symbolizing both the script being enacted (serving tea) and the role (submissive serving.)  Additionally, Nemetona wore a collar that served as both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Symbol&lt;/span&gt; of exclusive service to a Master, and as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Device&lt;/span&gt; that this Master could use to force a number of actions on Nemetona.  Interviews with Nemetona took place in the Master’s personal space, during which Nemetona played the role of a servant, fully engaged in what was appropriate for that Location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; Nemetona continued to be a classic example of the findings of the study.  Nemetona’s adherence to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rules&lt;/span&gt; included a heavy use of capitals or a lack of capitals extensively to promote the Dominant’s apparent power or to represent submissiveness. Moments where individual rules regarding what acts were or were not allowed were often referenced.  He was frequently observed being ordered to do various things, and reacted in accordance with the Role Expectations of a submissive.  In terms of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Behaviors &lt;/span&gt;Nemetona and his Master were either witnessed or interviewed in regards to a number of successful Negotiations and Invitation/Response cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistically&lt;/span&gt;, Nemetona made some of the heaviest use of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posing&lt;/span&gt; of any of the participants.  The Speech Patterns used by him and his Master created a clear environment of affection and bonding, and included the use of Domunition/Dimunition to foster the comparative states of “power” between them in a manner that was endearing.  So strong was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt; around Nemetona, that everyone with the exception of Nemetona referred to him with feminine pronouns and titles.  “Miss Rhiannon refers to me as ‘Miss Nemetona,’ and Master refers to me as His girl.”  The ultimate decision?  Nemetona himself happily uses the title “maid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In applying a Goffman perspective to the communications structures surrounding the Maid School within Second Life, it quickly becomes clear how extensively the participants use&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cues&lt;/span&gt; to successfully engage in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performances&lt;/span&gt;.  Performers within this structure face a number of difficulties created by the limitations of the system. These difficulties reduce options for activities and make the creation of a structure based around a power/powerless dichotomy problematic.  In spite of these inhibiting factors, the participants in the Maid School have been able to successfully create this environment through the use of Cues that cover &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visual&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic&lt;/span&gt; work-arounds to support the scripts within the face performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Cues include the use of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Symbols, Devices&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Locations&lt;/span&gt; to communicate in a number of ways.  Uniforms communicate who are submissives within the structure in a symbolic fashion.  Props reinforce both the roles of submissives and the nature of the scripts.  Collars act as both symbols of submission to one person and as devices able to compel that submission involuntarily, while shared devices enable the visualization of certain behaviors, helping to promote the scene.  Locations create settings with clearly communicated expectations in regard to what scripts are to be played out.  These factors establish the Visual Cues that allow for a successful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performanc&lt;/span&gt;e to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; include&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Role Expectations&lt;/span&gt; which influence and impact&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rules&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behaviors&lt;/span&gt;.  Role expectations communicate how people can be expected to perform within scripts.  Further, they dictate who is subject to which rules, which in turn serve to shore up the roles.  Orders are used to establish obedience and dominance, pushing establishes control, capitalizations and titles promote the relative positions of actors, and negotiations change the rules when a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; is endangered by situations not adequately covered.  Invitation/response patterns firm up scripts of Domination and submission as well as opening room for shared negotiations within the rules by offering flexibility and communicating intentions and reactions to those intentions.  Through these, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behavioral Cues&lt;/span&gt; establish the understandings and means to plan out and negotiate the successful conclusions to face performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic Cues&lt;/span&gt; provide&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Terms &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Language&lt;/span&gt; tools that are used to shore up the script and performers within a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;.  Terms provide titles that emphasize the dominance of those expected to have the power and authority within the Dominant/submissive relationship -which is the purpose of the performance- and provide commonly understood meaning for specific settings and actions.  Speech Patterns provide the emotional and contextual cues to help establish the nature of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performance&lt;/span&gt; while&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Domunition/Dimunition &lt;/span&gt;continues to enforce the positions of who is in dominance and who is in submission.  Posing provides extremely powerful tools to provide ways and means to communicate those things which make the scene functional but which are not provided for by the programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken as a tripartite whole,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Visual, Behavioral, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistic Cues&lt;/span&gt; make possible the establishing of the Maid School within Second Life.  By empowering both Dominants and submissives with visual, behavioral, and linguistic methods to script out and enact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face performances&lt;/span&gt; they are able to fully enjoy a structure of Dominance and submission in an environment in which this should theoretically be impossible.  By employing a Goffman approach that utilizes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face performance&lt;/span&gt;s to this, we can understand the means by which they have achieved this, and thus understand the means by which we enact our own&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; personal face performances&lt;/span&gt; within any power-based environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REFERENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookey, R., &amp;amp; Cannon, K. (2009). Sex lives in second life. Critical studies in media communication, 26(2), doi: 10.1080/15295030902860260&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goffman, Erving. (1966). Behavior in public places. Free Pr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linden Lab, Initials. (n.d.). Linden Lab | Makers of second life &amp;amp; virtual world platform second life grid. Retrieved from&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://lindenlab.com/"&gt; http://lindenlab.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newmahr, S. (2008). Becoming a sadomasochist: integrating self and other in ethnographic analysis. Journal of contemporary ethnography, 37(5), doi: 10.1177/0891241607310626&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rellstab, D. (2007). Staging gender online: gender plays in swiss internet relay chats. Discourse &amp;amp; society, 18(6), doi: 10.1177/0957926507082195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarbin, T. (2005). If these Walls could talk: places as stages for human drama. Journal of constructivist psychology, 18(3), doi: 10.1080/10720530590948737&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weille, K. (2002). The Psychodynamics of consensual sadomasochistic and dominant-submissive sexual games. Studies in gender and sexuality, 3(2), 131-161.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8430341330034038557?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8430341330034038557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8430341330034038557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8430341330034038557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8430341330034038557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/12/service-of-submission.html' title='The Service of Submission'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Syhtd_RwQ_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/vEBEWvv7amA/s72-c/fig+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-899231864930485950</id><published>2009-12-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:54:59.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Human Voices Wake Us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have lingered in the chambers of the sea    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till human voices wake us, and we drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(156, 156, 99);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T. S. Elliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen months ago I formed the intention of making a collection of mermaid portrait photographs in Second Life and holding an exhibition in world. That ambition has not yet been realized, however I thought it only fair to publish the photographs so people can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0rZPmDx4wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wRmiN8ZmY3A/s1600-h/ursula_099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0rZPmDx4wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wRmiN8ZmY3A/s320/ursula_099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425387563058848514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0Ff4hyq6qI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Gb9_LyYLzeU/s1600-h/alanamer_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SyQ72WsWVpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NwCODpXrqs4/s320/Myfanwy+Davies+Leopardfish+Mermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414518456996746898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-899231864930485950?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/899231864930485950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=899231864930485950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/899231864930485950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/899231864930485950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/12/till-human-voices-wake-us.html' title='Till Human Voices Wake Us...'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/S0rZPmDx4wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wRmiN8ZmY3A/s72-c/ursula_099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2171014433043076083</id><published>2009-12-11T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:43:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Meaning of Word Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A word is “a speech sound or series of speech sounds that symbolises and communicates a meaning usually without being divisible into smaller units capable of independent use.” (Merriam-Webster online dictionary.) As such words are the fundamental units of language. Any transfer of meaning or communication that uses language occurs in units of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Therefore word choice is of critical importance in communicating meaning. Choose the wrong word and the wrong meaning is conveyed. For example, substituting the wrong word in the sentence: “Three tourists entered the plane” gets you “Three terrorists entered the plane,” which has a completely different meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The skill of proper word choice is vital to precise and meaningful communication! However, precise and meaningful communication is made difficult or even impossible because of the following factors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Words  may (and often do) have many different meanings. For instance “Word”  can mean an order or command, news, information, a promise, a saying  or proverb, a quarrelsome utterance of communication, and many other  possible meanings (Merriam-Webster online dictionary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meanings  of words change over time. Trivia once meant the meeting place of  three roads, in Latin, but it came to mean news or gossip, and now  means unimportant matters or a quizzing game involving obscure  facts. (Merriam-Webster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People  may have different ideas about what words mean. I may think a Lady  is a woman belonging to the nobility, you may think it means a woman  with good manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These three factors taken together make communication impossible, or at least very very difficult, even before you consider factors such as the speaker or listener's own prejudices and habits of thought, culture, life experience, language or knowledge of current events or discourse and education. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The French philosopher Jacques Derrida argues that language is a structured system of signs and that the meanings of individual signs are produced by the &lt;i&gt;différance&lt;/i&gt; between that sign and other signs. This means that words are not self sufficiently meaningful but only meaningful as part of a larger structure that makes meaning possible. Derrida therefore argues that the meaning of language is dependent on the larger structures of language and cannot originate in the unity of conscious experience. Derrida therefore argues that linguistic meaning does not originate in the &lt;i&gt;intentional meaning of the speaking subject&lt;/i&gt;. (Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In other words, according to Derrida no meaning is created by me in this writing &lt;i&gt;no matter what words I choose!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; This means that this essay is meaningless. Any meaning you think you find in it is in fact just the product of your own isolated thoughts and imagination, in the context of your larger cultural structures and understanding, and the meaning if any that you interpret here is most certainly not any hypothetical meaning that I might have intended to convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;As the Bard says: If this be true "and it be on me proved, I never wrote, nor no man ever loved."  (William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It may be more productive to consider word choice in terms of information theory, which is is a branch of applied mathematics and electrical engineering involving the quantification of information (Wikipedia). Information theory essentially considers communication in terms of the transfer of numbers between a sender and a receiver. Any expressed meaning – graphical, physical, audio, visual or written may be expressed as a series of numbers, and Information theory provides very useful results about how these numbers may be best transferred between a sender and a receiver; which leads to very useful results in the field of data compression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, Information theory has nothing to say about meaning. It is like a cynic, who, according to Oscar Wilde, knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing. Shakespeare's sonnet 116 (“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.”) is only 109 words long, yet it's meanings have fascinated scholars for centuries, and generated tomes of learned analysis. With lossless compression this poem could be encoded and compressed down to a mere handful of bytes without losing any of it's meaning, but what is that meaning? Neither information theory or post modern philosophy have any answers! Would a rose by any other name smell as sweet? (Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet) Don't ask us – we just work here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh what fools these mortals be! (Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream.) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, then, is any meaning being communicated here, and if so, how can we demonstrate the fact? Obviously I think meaning is conveyed, or why would I bother to write in the first place? When I am communicating with someone and I wonder if my meaning is getting across I ask them to say the meaning back in their own words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please rewrite the meaning of this essay in your own words and send it back via the comments.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When air traffic controllers give instructions to a pilot they ask him to “read them back” to be sure that he has received them correctly, and that, presumably, he understands them. There's no time in this situation for a debate on post-modern meaning construction or information theory. The meaning and understanding conveyed is of vital importance to air safety – a miscommunication here could result in a crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the system works. The safety of modern air transport is a testament to the fact that information and meaning can be transferred between different minds through the use of language. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But what of word choice? Well, my advice is to just do the best you can. Words are slippery imperfect things at the best of time for conveying meaning, and even when you think you've got them pinned down they go and change on you. If the academics, mathematicians and philosophers can't say what they really mean then how can you be expected to? I'd rather read Shakespeare myself, at least he &lt;i&gt;thought &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;he was writing something that had meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;dd style="margin-left: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So  long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;(William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2171014433043076083?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2171014433043076083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2171014433043076083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2171014433043076083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2171014433043076083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-meaning-of-word-choice.html' title='On the Meaning of Word Choice'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7103168280590638114</id><published>2009-11-26T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:05:40.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Prim Antique Desk now only $10L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sw9awA8yHrI/AAAAAAAAATg/sJfQe03RacU/s1600/desk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sw9awA8yHrI/AAAAAAAAATg/sJfQe03RacU/s320/desk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408641458430418610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;file=item&amp;amp;ItemID=1043258"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antique Desk - Was $50L!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple 2 prim copyable desk that uses some pretty texturing to look a little nicer than it really is. OK, it's nothing special, but if you're on a small plot and running out of prims a copyable 1 or 2 prim piece of furniture can be very useful. If only you could find nice low prim stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the changes to the listing fees at Xstreet it's not worth while keeping anything listed unless it sells. &lt;a href="https://xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;MerchantID=170270"&gt;I have three items&lt;/a&gt; that sell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;file=item&amp;amp;ItemID=989919"&gt;Soap Bar $10L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;file=item&amp;amp;ItemID=1182997"&gt;Maid Candle $10L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;file=item&amp;amp;ItemID=1214495"&gt;Feed Sack Dress $10L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desk sold a few, but not very many and the other items hardly sold at all. If the desk sells better at $10L it will stay, otherwise if I end up paying for keeping it listed it will go. So.. Special on desks! Only $10L Buy! Buy! Buy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7103168280590638114?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7103168280590638114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7103168280590638114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7103168280590638114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7103168280590638114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-prim-antique-desk-now-only-10l.html' title='2 Prim Antique Desk now only $10L'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sw9awA8yHrI/AAAAAAAAATg/sJfQe03RacU/s72-c/desk3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2024105114256061066</id><published>2009-11-11T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:49:29.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Clan Seeks Maids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SvqWpBlWlBI/AAAAAAAAATY/-DoXmmd-8SM/s1600-h/bara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SvqWpBlWlBI/AAAAAAAAATY/-DoXmmd-8SM/s320/bara.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402796334528238610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Easterman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing on behalf of myself and my clan, Paradise Lost, in search of a new parlor maid to serve in our grand castle. We are seeking a young lady with an eagerness to serve, who doesn't fear the stepping into the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is of foremost importance that she be in good health. She should be strong of stomach and brave of heart. She must be willing to work hard, and she must speak english fluently. A girl with a natural glow, someone with warmth and sweetness would be preferred over one who is cold and reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reputation is of no importance. A girl of tarnished repute myself, I could never dismiss a girl on such terms. Her skill and level of experience are also of little gravity. I can provide her with any training and supplies she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of any young ladies that would be well-suited to this position, please have them contact me to schedule an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerest thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Bara Harbour&lt;br /&gt;Maidservant of the Paradise Lost Clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((OOC:&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for someone with a genuine interest in roleplaying the part of a maid. I don't mind if you're a beginner to SL or RP. I'll be happy to guide you in the process of creating your character. I just need someone with enthusiasm for the role and a willingness to learn. You will be roleplaying a maid who serves vampires, so be aware you may also be expected to serve as a blood donor or "blood doll".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Lost is a casual RP sim with a vampire/fantasy theme. A dark castle by the sea that seems to exist outside of time. It offers refuge to the strange menagerie of lost souls who stumble upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The avatars who gather there, the Paradise Lost clan,  have formed a wonderfully embracing and creative SL family. In addition to roleplaying, we build, play music, throw parties, host contests, and generally support and have fun with eachother. If you join us, you will be well taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate to IM or notecard me with questions if you'd like something clarified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bara))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2024105114256061066?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2024105114256061066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2024105114256061066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2024105114256061066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2024105114256061066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampire-clan-seeks-maids.html' title='Vampire Clan Seeks Maids'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SvqWpBlWlBI/AAAAAAAAATY/-DoXmmd-8SM/s72-c/bara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5952999063370477066</id><published>2009-10-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T01:24:49.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawn's Rut 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SuVG76rIdhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GDsHzSPQifE/s1600-h/Fawn_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SuVG76rIdhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GDsHzSPQifE/s320/Fawn_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396797723649799698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are invited to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAWN'S RUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - 8th November 2009 SLT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and see Nature take it's course in a week of burning desire and aching need at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lismore Lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/144/43/21"&gt;http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lismore/144/43/21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Males who smell nice and who have a good rack (of antlers) are especially welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5952999063370477066?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5952999063370477066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5952999063370477066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5952999063370477066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5952999063370477066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/10/fawns-rut-2009.html' title='Fawn&apos;s Rut 2009'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SuVG76rIdhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GDsHzSPQifE/s72-c/Fawn_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5341486814077824101</id><published>2009-10-06T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:56:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SswdyO99W1I/AAAAAAAAATA/uUjt4dWwrDM/s1600-h/greyfawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SswdyO99W1I/AAAAAAAAATA/uUjt4dWwrDM/s320/greyfawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389715602904275794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was day time when they came across the border, the Scavengers, the men with swords, and then the killing started. You could see the flash of the swords, hear the boom of the cannon. Everything was burning, they set fire to everything, I ran away and hid in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said we had broken the pact, so they killed, they raped, they looted, they tortured. And they took slaves, so many were enslaved that day. The Guardians and Scouts tried to fight them, but their numbers were diminished from previous conflicts and spear and sword could not stand against cannon and massed volleys of musket fire. Many died. The remainder retreated and built a barricade around the Mother's tree and prepared to fight to the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scavengers rampaged over the island, destroying everything, raping and looting and enslaving to their heart's content and then more, it seemed like it would never stop. The sack went on for three days and three nights. I hid in the woods and fled whenever anyone came near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sated in their lust for blood and loot the Scavengers had no stomach for a bitter fight to the death with the remaining Guardians. Tyshawn agreed to a "peace" on his terms: The Ferals could keep their stockade around the tree as long as we agreed to live in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to hide in the woods, emerging to graze by night. The Scavengers began rebuilding, starting with a jail for their prisoners. I cried when they pulled down the Temple, dumping the stones into the sea. I began to speak to their slaves, trying to organize a rebellion, an act of peaceful resistance, refusing without violence to work for the oppressors. It was a terrible failure, and people died. All resistance was crushed, I was caught and thrown in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scavenger prison is terrible, repressive, soul crushing. Every day is a routine of cruelty designed to break the spirit. Prisoners are forbidden to look at jailers, they must keep their eyes on the ground at all times or suffer a beating. Prisoners are denied food, denied clothes, denied sleep, denied any shred of human value... Even when they're not being tortured or interrogated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in my time in prison I came to a realization: I could stop eating and end the suffering, or I could survive. So many had died in the struggle. I saw so many die or be executed in prison. I wanted to die but my Mother would not let me: She told me I had to live for the sake of so many who had died, and to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually it became apparent that I was pregnant. I was terrified that I would loose the babies, but actually the punishments decreased and they started feeding me more. One day when I'd been there about six months they released me. They didn't way way just said get out and pushed me through the door, leaving me blinking in the bright sunlight. I could hardly believe the outside world was still there, my world had become little and dark, hemmed in by bars and iron regulations and beatings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up the hill and through the market and banged on the doors of the stockade and they let me in. I was home...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5341486814077824101?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5341486814077824101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5341486814077824101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5341486814077824101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5341486814077824101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-they-came.html' title='When They Came'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SswdyO99W1I/AAAAAAAAATA/uUjt4dWwrDM/s72-c/greyfawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3720437538181925934</id><published>2009-09-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:39:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamika and Her Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SsLVPH7vSFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k2vnIgi-NLQ/s1600-h/BamikaAndHerMaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SsLVPH7vSFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k2vnIgi-NLQ/s320/BamikaAndHerMaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387102560092899410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bamika and Her Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Bamika Easterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;Based on the story “Claire et son Maître” by Clarinette Landar, and dedicated to her with respect and affection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bamika shivered with apprehension as she waited for her Master. She was a maid who lived in a gothic castle overlooking the Blake Sea. The castle was big and rambling, made of black stone, its high arching vaults and long echoing corridors and oversized rooms and furniture always made her feel like a little child. Master ran a salon where he invited other Masters and Mistresses to come and talk about BDSM. Bamika was Master's third girl, and the most junior, but he had trusted her to be his maid, to greet his guests and make them welcome and offer them hospitality in his home, and she had failed him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Bamika, come in.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;She leapt to her feet, still trembling, and trotted across the cold stone floor and through the doorway into her Master's study. He was standing by the fireplace, frowning at her. Master was a tall man, dark and saturnine, his dark eyes burned with passion – today they were passionately angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Bamika, what is this that I hear that you have been rude to one of my guests?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bamika looked down and stammered, her heart quivering within her chest. “I-I'm sorry, Master. Sir Stephen kept pushing me and pushing me for sex. I told him 'No' but he would not listen. He thinks because I am a maid and a submissive and because I sometimes give myself to other guests at the Salon that he can order me to go to bed with him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;It was not so much that Bamika minded having sex. Sex was something she occasionally wanted, perhaps once a month or so, a little itch that had to be pleasantly scratched. It was a small pleasant explosion that relieved tension and helped her to sleep. There wasn't anything wrong with sex, but she didn't think it was nearly as important to her as it seemed to be for most people. Some of the guests she served seemed to value sex with her quite highly, and she was happy to give herself to them, as a service. But she could only serve those she respected and loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bamika could not understand the self destructive urge of the true masochist. She did not know what depth of submission drove a girl to offer herself to anyone and everyone, to dissociate, to deny herself, to turn herself into an object to be used and abused, to be consumed and discarded. Bamika had seen such things, but she did not understand them, that was not her pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“I'm sorry, Master. He kept pushing me and pushing me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“That is not the point and you know it. What have I told you about such matters?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“That it is my choice,” Bamika said miserably.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“And what do you do if a guest harasses you?”  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Politely say that I am unable to serve him and leave. Then send a log of the conversation to you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“So why did you disobey my instructions?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“He made me so angry, Master. He is a stupid! He kept telling me to undress and saying I had to do what he said because he is a guest and I am only a maid. I told him he was not my Master and I was allowed to choose for myself. He wouldn't listen to me! I wanted to tell him that he was stupid and mean and that love is a gift for those who are worthy of it. So I did.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Oh, Bamika!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“I'm sorry, Master.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“You're sorry? You insult the author of one of the most popular BDSM blogs on the web, you make him publicly demand that I dismiss you. You damage my reputation and the reputation of my salon. You disobey my instructions and all you can say is 'I'm sorry?'”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“I didn't know he had a blog!” Bamika wailed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“That's not the point! That point is that you insulted my guest in my house and as far as I can see you don't even seem to realise why that is wrong or have the grace to admit you are at fault and say you won't do it again!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bamika began to cry then as the full mortification and shame of what she had done hit her like a physical blow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Oh, why do I even bother with you? Go over into the corner, take your skirt and panties off and bend over holding your ankles.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Choking back sobs, Bamika did as she was told. She was trembling even more now as she clutched her ankles, tears stinging her eyes. It wasn't the beating that she feared – a beating meant that he still cared about her – but what would happen afterwards. Would he take back her collar and send her away?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Peeking around her legs she saw him take the antique leather riding crop down from it's place on the wall. Then he marched over to her, grabbed her hair and pushed her head down roughly, there was a whistling hiss and a crack and an explosion of pain on her buttocks. Bamika let out an involuntary yep of pain, but already the whip was drawn back and another stinging blow sliced down on her rear. Blow followed blow, unbearably painful as they landed on her tender behind, she could not prevent herself from whimpering and squealing in pain. The pain and humiliation was almost unbearable, she was powerless in his hands as he wrote his justice on her backside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Never insult one of my guests again.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Holding her hair in an iron grip he delivered one last painful blow with the riding crop before pulling her up and turning her around to look into her tear fogged eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Do you understand, Bamika?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Yes Master, I'm sorry!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;He pulled her close and cradled her in his arms. “There there, child, it's forgotten now.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;She cuddled against him and sniffled into his chest. “I didn't mean to. I was out of control. I won't do it again.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“I know you won't, little one. There there.” He stroked her gently until her sobs subsided. “Now get dressed and go and clean yourself up.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“You're... You're not going to send me away, Master?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Of course not, child. You belong to me. This is my house, and your place is here with me. Never forget that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“No Master.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Bamika, this was.. disappointing to me. And so terribly unnecessary. I thought you were more  mature than this. Do you want me to restrict you from having sex again?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Y-Yes Master,” she whispered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Very well, you are forbidden to have sex with anyone without my specific permission. Do you understand?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Yes Master.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Then get dressed and run along. Oh, and when you're done cleaning up bring me a cup of coffee.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bamika smiled for the first time since that awful man had upset her, a timid, tremulous smile.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Yes Master!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Credit: Bamika Easterman. Models: Bamika Easterman and Onyx Plutonian&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Frances Monro. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3720437538181925934?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3720437538181925934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3720437538181925934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3720437538181925934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3720437538181925934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/09/bamika-and-her-master.html' title='Bamika and Her Master'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SsLVPH7vSFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k2vnIgi-NLQ/s72-c/BamikaAndHerMaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3923385028559548378</id><published>2009-09-10T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:07:50.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawn's Character Sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SqmadSHh0bI/AAAAAAAAASw/JftA4zvVtKE/s1600-h/greyfawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SqmadSHh0bI/AAAAAAAAASw/JftA4zvVtKE/s320/greyfawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380001057741066674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Sanctuary/148/234/22/"&gt;The Wilds&lt;/a&gt; is restarting roleplay with a revised storyline. I'm posting Fawn's character sheet here for comments before submitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Date: 10 September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Life Account Name: Bamika Easterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Name (if different from account): Fawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Species: Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Abilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good sense of smell - perhaps twice as good as a human. She is able to identify predators upwind. She can detect heat and pregnancy and find herbs by smell.&lt;br /&gt;Good Hearing - perhaps twice as good as a human, she can swivel her ears to focus on directional sound.&lt;br /&gt;Fast runner - 30mph, about 30% faster than an athletic human, good endurance - at least equal to an athletic human.&lt;br /&gt;High jumper - She can jump about twice as high and far as a human.&lt;br /&gt;Able to live on grass and pasture herbs and weeds. She likes eating things a human would find indigestible - thistles, straw hats, paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural Abilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None. "Spiritually Deaf" to supernatural beings unless they manifest themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spells &amp;amp; Potions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skilful in bathing and greeting people. Skilful in making tea and doing laundry. Able to make sack dresses and do basic mending. Skilled in identifying herbs and knowledgeable about where they grow and what they are good for. Knowledgeable about ethics and religion. Skilful at child minding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special/Mundane Equipment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaws/Weaknesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the smell of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous, anxious nature, inclined to flight - easily startled, like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot read or write.&lt;br /&gt;Pacifist, will not harm another willingly.&lt;br /&gt;No fighting skills.&lt;br /&gt;Amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;Post menopasual. No desire for mating.&lt;br /&gt;Susceptible to hypnotism, dominance and mind control - submissive.&lt;br /&gt;Gets very drunk on 2 mugs of ale and does silly things.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see, smell, sense, hear or detect ghosts or sprits - spiritually deaf. This does not apply to sprits who use magic to appear physically - spirits who can be touched. It does not apply to Gods or Demons or angels/Patheons who can presumably make themselves visible to anyone they please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Background/History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Background Story: Fawn was a slave, she died of plague on a slave ship and they threw her body overboard, she hit her head on the way over the side and fractured her skull. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and infected from the manacles - this healed but left scars. She was resurrected or revived by the Great Mother Goddess - she claims, rather unconvincingly. She floated to the holy island on a log and washed up on the beach. When she recovered she found that she had no memory of the time before she "died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a Temple Maiden,  had her time of rut and bore two children - Isis and Ashara. Through dreams she remembered being enslaved and that her babies Marduk and Tiamat and her sister Hestia had been killed by the slavers. When the holy island was overrun by pirates she and her children fled and hid. She tried to convince others of a course of passive non-violent resistance to the Scavs, with disastrous results - some of her friends were executed. Fawn was imprisoned and spent some time in the hold of the Scav's demon ship, but eventually she was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three to five years passed under Scav rule. Fawn had nine more children. Her surviving children born on the island are Ashara, Isis, Osiris, Hestia, Hanuman, Parvati, Krishna, Quan Yin, Ashok, Lalita and Ganga. She has passed through menopause and is now quite venerable for a deer, with grey hair and muzzle. Her sole ambition is to live in peace and not see any more people killed by violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn's Wilds Profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Eh, what's that? Oh, goodness, I guess I must have fallen asleep. Welcome in peace, young one. My name is Fawn. Fawn, yes, I'm a deer. I've been here forever, love, oh, just forever. I was a slave once, I don't remember much about that. Then I washed up here, how I thanked the mother for my deliverance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a violent place dear, you want to take care here. Too many have died, oh, oh, too many... I'll never see them again. What? Weapons, no dear, I don't need weapons. I'm a dear, I eat grass. If my time has come, then it's come and that's all there is too it. My life is in the hands of the Mother. Oh... *yawns* I think it's time for another nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn's Lismore Profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome in Peace. My name is Fawn. Welcome to the Monastery. No, no, I'm not a monk or anything. I'm just sheltering here with my daughter Ashara. Someone threatened to eat her you know, so we came here where she feels safe behind the walls. Funny, walls make me feel fenced in! I'm a forest creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow the Great Mother and serve her by serving her children. We're all her children. Would you like a bath? No? I came here with my tribe from the Holy Island. It was taken over by pirates, you know. Mother help the people who stayed behind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3923385028559548378?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3923385028559548378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3923385028559548378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3923385028559548378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3923385028559548378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/09/fawns-character-sheet.html' title='Fawn&apos;s Character Sheet'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SqmadSHh0bI/AAAAAAAAASw/JftA4zvVtKE/s72-c/greyfawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-6028339298690074454</id><published>2009-08-28T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:51:40.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Maid by Eye-Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpiJmw1ya9I/AAAAAAAAASg/fcZ45Fz8XKk/s1600-h/eyecatcher_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpiJmw1ya9I/AAAAAAAAASg/fcZ45Fz8XKk/s320/eyecatcher_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375197454305225682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in SL was still in denial that Maid can be a sexual fetish role one look at &lt;a href="http://www.slapt.me/market/index.php?act=market&amp;amp;id_item=427" target="_blank"&gt;French Maid&lt;/a&gt; by Eye Catcher (now&lt;a href="http://www.jaricat.tk/"&gt; JariCat&lt;/a&gt;) (Constanza Amsterdam) should show them the truth in all it's black satin glory. From the glint of her filigree slave collar to the tip of padlocked fetish ballet pumps this dress is making a statement: Maids are sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's very little to find fault with in this outfit. It's sexy without being crude, the overall lines are swishy and feminine and very pleasing to the eye. One thing I really like about this dress: It's complete - stockings, undies, shoes, even a slave collar! You won't be desperately hunting around for matching stockings and accessories for this one. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flexi skirt is 95 prims, while I could stretch and shrink it quite happily it's simply too many prims to mess with on a prim by prim basis to get an exact fit. I have a unique plus sized avatar with a big bum so I had to find a balance that keeps everything covered without making the skirt so large that it sticks out at the side. However this is an issue I have with every prim skirt attachment. I feel I was able to get a decent fit without too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 499L it's a little more expensive than some outfits out there, but when you factor in the lovely satin fetish boots it's a bargain. These are shoes you may well want to wear with other clothes - A definite feature of the outfit. Inclusion of a free filigree Open Collar may raise a few eyebrows, but it's so sweet and pretty that all the girls will want one, right? It's all about adding value for the customer. All indications are that Miss Amsterdam knows her market very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-6028339298690074454?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6028339298690074454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=6028339298690074454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6028339298690074454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6028339298690074454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/08/french-maid-by-eye-catcher.html' title='French Maid by Eye-Catcher'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpiJmw1ya9I/AAAAAAAAASg/fcZ45Fz8XKk/s72-c/eyecatcher_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3465578685880824790</id><published>2009-08-23T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:45:19.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Caledon Tarot Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpHPvQCewAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XhhpTuRFag8/s1600-h/hereafter_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpHPvQCewAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XhhpTuRFag8/s320/hereafter_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373304241095884802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had the pleasure to meet two newcomers to Caledon, Miss Alana Steamweaver and Miss Kitsuko Pelazzi who have embarked on a project to depict the cards of the Tarot deck with people and scenes from Caledon. This is such a fascinating idea to me – I've long been interested in divination and mystical meanings and knowledge, and I've experimented with oracles such as the I Ching and the Tarot. I think a tarot deck is a great way to illustrate some of Caledon's own little stories and quirks while weaving them through the spiritual meanings of the Tarot deck in a way that can only be described as amusing.   &lt;p&gt; I urge anyone who is interested in the Caledon Tarot project to visit &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Morgaine/120/20/23/"&gt;Here and Hereafter&lt;/a&gt; and see the cards for themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpHUIh7LVfI/AAAAAAAAASY/cI7K4f1o0So/s1600-h/grail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpHUIh7LVfI/AAAAAAAAASY/cI7K4f1o0So/s320/grail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373309073440331250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prototype image of Yours Truly for the Page of Cups card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3465578685880824790?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3465578685880824790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3465578685880824790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3465578685880824790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3465578685880824790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/08/caledon-tarot-project.html' title='The Caledon Tarot Project'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SpHPvQCewAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XhhpTuRFag8/s72-c/hereafter_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2004635598749470564</id><published>2009-08-21T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:38:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamika's First Book Published in Second Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Cay/192/164/22/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/So-BSn1BAiI/AAAAAAAAASI/sQGxfF9W514/s320/FRONT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372655037405266466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wating for Andrew, published by&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Cay/192/164/22/"&gt; Lionshadow Literary Emporium&lt;/a&gt; is my first book to be published in Second Life. A mysterious story of longing and destiny set in an eerie yet familiar location, Waiting for Andrew is a romantic vision of an uncertain time and place. This story was previously published on &lt;a href="http://www.elfwood.com/%7Echemonro"&gt;Elfwood&lt;/a&gt;, for those who prefer the web based version. While several of my stories have appeared in the &lt;a href="http://caledonstrandmag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caledon Strand Magazine&lt;/a&gt; this is the first time one of my works has appeared as a stand alone book. This FREE book was funded by the generous assistance of a Mysterious Benefactor who wishes to remain Anonymous. Rush to get your copy at the &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Cay/192/164/22/"&gt;Lionshadow Literary Emporium&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2004635598749470564?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2004635598749470564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2004635598749470564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2004635598749470564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2004635598749470564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/08/bamikas-first-book-published-in-second.html' title='Bamika&apos;s First Book Published in Second Life!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/So-BSn1BAiI/AAAAAAAAASI/sQGxfF9W514/s72-c/FRONT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-9029959032644185732</id><published>2009-08-17T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:03:18.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roleplay and Conversational Style</title><content type='html'>I have a certain rather characteristic conversational style which often shows up in my roleplaying. Born, perhaps, from a low self esteem and a distaste for argument and confrontation - or perhaps a desire to contribute when I have nothing personal to say - I sometimes find myself uttering general statements related to the discussion that seem to be true to me - without directly addressing the other people or the things they have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love chocolate, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ice cream is very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I love ice cream too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to enjoy food with your friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have so many friends. I love to go out for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends can be very helpful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result can sometimes be a meandering, discursive style that wanders round and round without ever coming to grips with the subject, subjectively speaking, but instead wanders of into endless digressions and diversions. This is an unusual style of conversation. I sometimes wonder what it means to use this style of expression. Is this "passive-aggressive" voice? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I can use this style even in the first person. I just make indirect statements about myself - For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This new health insurance scheme is terrible. We don't need it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I enjoy robust good health and I rarely get sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly, that's why you don't need it. If you get sick you can just pay for the treatment, or take out a loan if necessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a lot of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so you don't need the government taking money away from you for health insurance you don't need, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Medical treatment can be very expensive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if the government controls it then it will be even more expensive. Government run services always cost more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know who is more worthy of my trust... Government, or big business?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-9029959032644185732?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/9029959032644185732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=9029959032644185732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/9029959032644185732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/9029959032644185732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/08/roleplay-and-conversational-style.html' title='Roleplay and Conversational Style'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8605731983727475490</id><published>2009-07-23T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:12:55.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am Afraid of Debt</title><content type='html'>What is debt? Debt is when you owe money to another person or an organization. If money is the encoding of social power, then debt is the encoding of social powerlessness.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Debt is a tool that the big end of town – Government, banks, insurance companies, electricity and phone companies – use to keep us - “the little people” - under control. The other big thing they use is advertising – advertising to tell you what you want, advertising to tell you what to buy, what you must have and why you must have it NOW. Advertising to tell you that you are free and happy, or you will be free and happy is only you buy, buy...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;They want you to work all week and come home and hand your pay cheque straight over to them like an obedient slave. And the easiest way to get you there is to get you into debt. Being in debt is just like being a free person except that you have to work, and pay, every single day of your life for the “privilege” of being owned by someone else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;They charge you money for being in debt. Debt is the way they can live off &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; work and give nothing in return. Debt is a trap, it's a pit that gets deeper and deeper and deeper, even if you do nothing the debt pit gets deeper every single day. Once you get into the debt pit you quickly get to the point where the interest payment you make is bigger than your income. Once you reach this point you will never see the sunlight again – the debt pit will swallow you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Meanwhile you slave away at your work, trying to keep it all going, more and more desperate while the advertising blares at you constantly: You should be happy! You should be happy! Buy! Buy! BUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;One day you wake up feeling sick, unable to get out of bed, unable to continue, and you don't know what's wrong with you. So they send you to an expensive big end of town doctor who will charge you enormous amounts of money to give you therapy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; tell you that you feel trapped and unhappy in your life. And who wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I am in debt. Three years ago something went wrong with a heater and my electricity bill skyrocketed. I ended up owing the electricity company $700 and I could not pay it back. I still owe them a couple of hundred dollars. Two years ago I backed into a four wheel drive in a parking lot and it left a dint of a 20 cent piece (a Quarter). The insurance company sent me a bill for nearly $900. I am still paying these debts off, slowly. One day I will be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;How do you avoid the debt trap? There is only one answer – Do not start. Do not spend more money than you earn in a week. If advertising tells you you want something you cannot afford to pay for – a new car or something shiny by Apple with an “i” in front of it – ignore the advertising. Train your will to overcome the messages they bombard you with. Better yet, turn off your TV and never watch it again. Avoid commercial television, radio and newspapers. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The only tool you have to overcome debt is called a budget. Work out how much money you are paid every week (or fortnight). Work out your fixed expenses every week (housing, utilities, debt repayment, car registration, taxes) and your variable expenses (food, transport, entertainment.) Adjust your variable expenses – the things you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;reduce by living more cheaply to bring your expenses down till they are less than your income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;If you can't bring your expenses down below your income you need a new job, a cheaper house, or you need to get extremely tough on yourself about how necessary those expenses really are. Can you eat less? Can you eat cheaper? Can you make lunches instead of buying takeaways? Can you drive your car less or use public transport? Can you do without a copper line phone? Can you live without the Internet? Can you cut your entertainment expenses - movies, DVDs, going out? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Pay your bills on the same day you receive your pay! Use Internet banking and pay your bills every week if that's how often you get paid. Work out how much you spend on power, water, housing every month and then divide it by four. This is the weekly amount, this is what you pay every week. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Pay your bills in this order: Housing first, followed by Debt repayment, then utilities: power, gas, water, phone. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This step is most critical. Paying your bills weekly, or fortnightly as soon as the money hits your account is the single most important thing you can do to keep your debt under control. Once you've paid your expenses each week the money is gone and you can't spend money that's not there. This fact alone will tend to keep you in your budget and teach you spending discipline. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Internet banking to pay your bills - but you don't have Internet? Get it. The money you will save by paying your bills on time is worth the cost of an Internet connection and a cheap netbook by itself, and the Internet has many other advantages. Truly can't afford the Internet? Ask a friend if you can use their computer to pay your bills. Use a public library. The day is coming (already here for some) when you can go down to McDonalds and pay your bills on wireless Internet on your mobile phone. Do not pay bills with Direct Debit from your bank account - you loose control of your money and your budget and if the debit overdraws your account your bank will charge you ridiculously high fees that drag you back into debt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Do not have a credit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pay off your credit card and get rid of it. Treat credit cards as if they were made our of poison. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; made out of poison. If you have a credit card debt consolidate it onto your mortgage if you can and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;get rid of the card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then use a weekly or fortnightly budget to pay back the debt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Good luck. You can be free. I can't promise you happiness or anything from Apple starting wth “i” but with luck and persistence and a lot of effort you can be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8605731983727475490?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8605731983727475490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8605731983727475490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8605731983727475490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8605731983727475490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-i-am-afraid-of-debt.html' title='Why I am Afraid of Debt'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1519758949251200565</id><published>2009-07-19T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T04:45:22.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mature Doe Seeks Bucks for a Very Special Time this Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/CheMonro/Fawn_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 798px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/CheMonro/Fawn_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Fawn, I'm a mature anthropomorphic whitetail doe from The Wilds and Lismore Lands. I love grazing, sleeping, caring for my two fawns, bathing people and worshiping Mother Earth. I'm a Temple Maiden, that's a kind of entry level priestess in our nature religion. I enclose a recent wildlife photograph of myself in my natural environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meet mature, dominant, good natured bucks of any deer species with a view to making friends and having a good time. An ideal buck would be strong, rugged, independent and have a good rack - at least eight points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that whitetail does come into rut (heat) only once a year - for a period of about a week in November. At other times we are NOT at all interested in sex, thank you. Fall is such a very special time for us! The Bucks I'd like to find are the kind who are prepared to put in the effort to "play the game" and join the community. They naturally realize that if they're not around for that magic special week then, I'm sorry, it's all over until next year! Bucks need to be very patient sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've got what it takes to be the Lord of the Forest please contact Bamika Easterman inworld. Let's come together to crop a little grass and chew on a few succulent milk thistles while we chat and get to know one another better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and Peace of the Mother to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-1519758949251200565?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1519758949251200565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=1519758949251200565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1519758949251200565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1519758949251200565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/mature-doe-seeks-bucks-for-very-special.html' title='Mature Doe Seeks Bucks for a Very Special Time this Fall'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-21158928543622771</id><published>2009-07-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:07:39.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any such thing as a Bad Book?</title><content type='html'>There was a discussion on ISC last week which concluded that there is no such thing as a bad book. I respectfully beg to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is that you can't just pick up any words and throw them together in any way and write a good book, like you can't pick up any pieces of wood and nail them together in any way and expect to produce a fine chest of drawers. People don't understand this. A writer is a craftsman, not an artist. To produce fine furniture there are many rules you must know and apply. Some furniture is generally of a higher quality than others. You may argue that the old ways of gluing and fitting furniture together was better than the IKEA way of prefabricating and bolting things together - But they both produce chairs you can sit in. Everybody agrees that a chair which breaks the first time you sit in it is a bad chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the characters in a novel are shallow and wooden - if you aren't brought to care about them - that's a serious fault in a book. If the plotting is filled with random improbable events with no explanation - especially if these random events help the protagonist - that's a serious fault in a book. If the plot chases after a certain outcome for half the novel, then forgets about it and wanders off into the desert, gradually meanders about and finally just peters out with no resolution - that's a serious fault in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the "hard" rules of grammar and spelling and word order and logical meaning and connection in sentences. Break these and you may wind up with sequence or words that mean nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot measure the quality of a book. You may argue all night over whether &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; is better than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;. You cannot put an objective score of 85% on one 90% on the other - if only because reading is a subjective experience and each person's response is different. There is no objective measure of quality in literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no objective measure of quality in furniture either. You cannot scientifically prove that one chair is absolutely better than another - chair preference will always be a subjective thing. But a chair you can't sit in is a bad chair, and a chair that nobody can sit in is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good writers may sometimes break the rules of the craft for special reasons or to show off - they know enough about writing to get away with it. This does not make it right to break the rules because you don't know about them or don't care. Good writers mostly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; break the rules becasue they know what they are doing, and why the rules are important. In the same way that a craftsman doesn't make a chair with legs of different lengths. He could, of course, but he just doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to answer questions like "What's the best book in the world" or "Is book A better than book B." However, this does not mean there's no such thing as a bad book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-21158928543622771?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/21158928543622771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=21158928543622771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/21158928543622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/21158928543622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-there-any-such-thing-as-bad-book.html' title='Is there any such thing as a Bad Book?'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5579018730443443149</id><published>2009-07-16T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:12:21.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlhome</title><content type='html'>This is a new build I've been working on called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girlhome&lt;/span&gt;. The concept is the interior of an organic spaceship -  this build doesn't really have an exterior, it's a snowglobe. The idea is that somewhere in the interior volume of a vast organic starship these three chambers have been grown. In fact the real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girlhome &lt;/span&gt;is probably much bigger, with cloning vats, nurseries, stasis chambers, programming chambers, organic mind interfaces and lots and lots of glowing things. But this build is limited to 150 prims so I chose the most practically useful concepts - bed, bathing and rolling around on the grass spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77ixUanFI/AAAAAAAAARk/bBWbgdiZ2eo/s1600-h/girlhome_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77ixUanFI/AAAAAAAAARk/bBWbgdiZ2eo/s320/girlhome_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358997181390560338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77ijSaZVI/AAAAAAAAARc/0D4SCnj6ClE/s1600-h/girlhome_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77iVud-aI/AAAAAAAAARU/qlFQRB7NaN4/s320/girlhome_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358997173983639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77h0F5hSI/AAAAAAAAARE/m57cuTUTq9k/s1600-h/girlhome_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77h0F5hSI/AAAAAAAAARE/m57cuTUTq9k/s320/girlhome_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358997164955108642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl706PCBBnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NuQdv4LINPM/s1600-h/girlhome_002.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5579018730443443149?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5579018730443443149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5579018730443443149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5579018730443443149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5579018730443443149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/girlhome.html' title='Girlhome'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/Sl77ixUanFI/AAAAAAAAARk/bBWbgdiZ2eo/s72-c/girlhome_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-390212295584609043</id><published>2009-07-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:25:47.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Linden Lab Reduce Land Prices?</title><content type='html'>Look, there's this thing called the Laffer Curve (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laffer_curve"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laffer_curve&lt;/a&gt;) which illustrates what happens to government revenue at different rates of taxation. You can think of LL as the government in SL, if you like, their prices are like a tax that everyone has to pay to build a home or operate a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL need to make a profit to survive, and if they're sensible, they'll be trying to maximize their income and their profitability. If they charged nothing for land, they would make nothing. But similarly if they charged a million dollars for a plot they would make nothing because nobody could afford to buy land or operate an in-world business at that price. I suspect that currently LL's prices are on the high side of the Laffer Curve - If they reduced prices they would increase their revenue because economic and development activity in SL would grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... Is LL's infrastructure up to handling growth in demand? Look what happened with the openspace fiasco. LL introduced a low price product, demand skyrocketed, and then they couldn't keep up with the server and support demand, and presumably increased costs made supporting the growth relatively unprofitable for them, so they jacked the prices up by 66%. Maybe LL keep the prices high because they know they can't handle growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was in charge of LL I would want to do the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lower prices and stimulate demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eliminate the premium account requirement for owning land. LL are in the "land" selling business, so sell! Sell! SELL! Don't put barriers in the way of your customers buying your product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Revamp premium to make it more attractive - offer more to your loyal customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Accept Lindens for payment of land tier. I'm sure it would boost confidence in the currency if LL accepted it, and confidence in the currency is good for everyone, not least LL who sell and support the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Improve the infrastructure to better handle the demand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-390212295584609043?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/390212295584609043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=390212295584609043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/390212295584609043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/390212295584609043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-linden-lab-reduce-land-prices.html' title='Should Linden Lab Reduce Land Prices?'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7959297434462098382</id><published>2009-07-09T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:29:04.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point of Diminishing Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlbDXSNnpTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IpbQjVL2Tbw/s1600-h/pointofdiminishingreturns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlbDXSNnpTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IpbQjVL2Tbw/s320/pointofdiminishingreturns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356683611597153586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfwood.com/%7Echemonro/Point_of_Diminishing_Returns_%28Illustration_by_the_Author%29.3520697.html"&gt;The Point of Diminishing Returns&lt;/a&gt; is a story I wrote about Fawn, my furry deer avatar. Please read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7959297434462098382?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7959297434462098382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7959297434462098382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7959297434462098382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7959297434462098382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/point-of-diminishing-returns.html' title='The Point of Diminishing Returns'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlbDXSNnpTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/IpbQjVL2Tbw/s72-c/pointofdiminishingreturns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8262776913923381050</id><published>2009-07-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:42:55.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlL8WCHqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/_nOkE1--47o/s1600-h/grail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlL8WCHqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/_nOkE1--47o/s320/grail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355620362353256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8262776913923381050?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8262776913923381050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8262776913923381050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8262776913923381050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8262776913923381050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/grail.html' title='Grail'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlL8WCHqJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/_nOkE1--47o/s72-c/grail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2278156788775004854</id><published>2009-07-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:16:45.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile:Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlH2gr7VhGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dQ-GjwF2660/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlH2gr7VhGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dQ-GjwF2660/s320/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355332473328075874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designation: BX-7658-93119842 "Girl"&lt;br /&gt;Category: Space Freight&lt;br /&gt;Type: Healer/Empath&lt;br /&gt;Owner: Lt Commander Miciah Silvansky&lt;br /&gt;Assigned:&lt;a href="http://necronom-six.blogspot.com/"&gt; Space Colony Necronom VI - Medical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Girl, Master? Girl is Freight, girl belongs to Lt. Commander Miciah Silvansky. Freight means girl is owned property - Freight means Slave, Master. Girl is a clone construct programmed and conditioned for obedience to her Mistress and dedication to the service of her interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Girl from? Girl does not rember. Girl's memory appears to have been wiped. No, Girl is not upset by this. Girl is programmed for obedience, not emotional reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the nature of Girl's service? Girl is a Healer, Master. Girl is a projective empath, able to perceive auras and emotions in the sentients around her, and able to project emotions and healing life force energy. Girl's abilities permit her to speed natural healing rates by up to fifty percent and reduce pain by at least half. Girl's emotional broadcast can ease distress and anxiety and provide rest for troubled or deranged minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was Girl created? Girl does not know Master. Girl's creators must have had need of an empath, or an obedient clone servant. Girl's duties are to provide healing, and to obey her Mistress, Sir. Girl is programmed to obey, not to speculate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2278156788775004854?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2278156788775004854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2278156788775004854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2278156788775004854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2278156788775004854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/07/profilegirl.html' title='Profile:Girl'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SlH2gr7VhGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dQ-GjwF2660/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5218780403577050128</id><published>2009-02-24T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:31:11.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivet Town to Close!</title><content type='html'>From the desk of Grace Loudan 22 February 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Rivet Town Citizens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to take a moment to thank you all sincerely for your support of Rivet Town  I love to build and it makes me very happy to see others enjoy my creations.  I hope that is the case for all of you and if you did not come to roleplay, at least spending the time that you have in Rivet Town has brought some entertainment to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of March, 2009, it is my intention to close Rivet Town and sell the southern sim.  Unfortunately, the cost of the sims is just too great for me to handle alone and the lack of constant traffic and rental incomes makes it hard for me to justify the monthly expense.  It's been a lovely ride and I hope a memorable one.  I will build again, no doubt.  In fact, the ideas are swarming around my brain even as I type this notecard for my next endeavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For apartment and shop renters, please do not pay rent again when your current term expires.  If you choose to vacate ealier than the expiration of that current term, please know that I will *not* refund rents.  If your term runs past the end of March 31st, 2009, I will indeed refund whatever is left over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you will continue to enjoy Rivet Town through March.  Continue with your roleplay and your businesses...continue calling it home and perhaps start your storylines to plan for moving on.  Thank you again!  I wish you all the very, very best SL and life has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Loudon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5218780403577050128?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5218780403577050128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5218780403577050128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5218780403577050128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5218780403577050128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/02/rivet-town-to-close.html' title='Rivet Town to Close!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2836378533260555587</id><published>2009-02-11T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T02:54:50.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SZKd2N9_i6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SPf4MxuRJ54/s1600-h/faraway1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SZKd2N9_i6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SPf4MxuRJ54/s320/faraway1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301473266156669858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Dreamworld%20North/220/130/22"&gt;The Far Away.&lt;/a&gt; I made a &lt;a href="http://www.xstreetsl.com/modules.php?name=Marketplace&amp;amp;file=item&amp;amp;ItemID=1214495"&gt;feed sack dress&lt;/a&gt; in a kind of anti fashion statement and bare assed tribute to Steinbeck and the American pioneer sprit. AM Radio's the Far Away was the perfect setting to photograph it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2836378533260555587?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2836378533260555587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2836378533260555587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2836378533260555587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2836378533260555587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/02/far-away.html' title='The Far Away'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SZKd2N9_i6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/SPf4MxuRJ54/s72-c/faraway1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8762462245124633619</id><published>2009-01-30T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:49:40.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Clicked a Girl</title><content type='html'>By Bamika Easterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with apologies to Kay Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was never the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;Not my intention&lt;br /&gt;I got so brave, mouse in hand&lt;br /&gt;Lost my direction&lt;br /&gt;It's not what, I'm used to&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna click you on&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious for you&lt;br /&gt;Caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;Her ass was quite excited&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my restrained life don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm clicking you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know your real name&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;This Second Life is just a game&lt;br /&gt;Just human nature,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what,&lt;br /&gt;Good girls do&lt;br /&gt;Not how they should behave&lt;br /&gt;My Master makes me so confused&lt;br /&gt;Hard to obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and she liked it&lt;br /&gt;Her ass said she was definitely aroused&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my three subs don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm clicking you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls we are so magical&lt;br /&gt;Soft ass, big tits,  so clickable&lt;br /&gt;Hard to resist so touchable&lt;br /&gt;Too good to deny it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no big deal, it's Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The air was filled with particle cum&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my restrained life don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm clicking you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I clicked a girl and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8762462245124633619?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8762462245124633619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8762462245124633619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8762462245124633619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8762462245124633619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-clicked-girl.html' title='I Clicked a Girl'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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meeting was held at Ten Fathom Resort yesterday to discuss issues towards opening the resort to the public. At this stage the proposed opening date is sometime next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4034938448145480053?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4034938448145480053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4034938448145480053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4034938448145480053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4034938448145480053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/01/staff-meeting-at-ten-fathom-resort.html' title='Staff Meeting at Ten Fathom Resort'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SXZbXJEwfyI/AAAAAAAAANY/lfxjvgcEjXo/s72-c/fathom01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1145935107565950050</id><published>2009-01-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:20:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Ten Fathom Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SXMBSwRLyBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XEHZhAMn6yA/s1600-h/tenfathoms1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SXMBSwRLyBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XEHZhAMn6yA/s320/tenfathoms1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292575408796715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know my Master, Dr Harper Weezles, and his energetic and innovative nature (not to mention his kind, wise and lovable personality!) , will have been wondering at his unusual silence over recent weeks. Master has been hard at work at a wonderful new project to benefit mankind - how like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/-%20http://slurl.com/secondlife/Magna%20Bonum/149/137/21"&gt;Ten Fathom Resort&lt;/a&gt; is shining technological marvel, a city beneath the sea, a special place of pleasure and healing. I shall write more on this soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-1145935107565950050?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1145935107565950050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=1145935107565950050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1145935107565950050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1145935107565950050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing-ten-fathom-station.html' title='Introducing Ten Fathom Resort'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SXMBSwRLyBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XEHZhAMn6yA/s72-c/tenfathoms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-6607375549458742421</id><published>2008-12-14T13:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:43:46.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southend Holiday Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SUV9sK9TtYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-HVfeucrydE/s1600-h/bamika33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SUV9sK9TtYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-HVfeucrydE/s320/bamika33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279764335970989442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo: Kamilah Hauptmann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was privileged to serve at the Caledon Southend Holiday Market, socializing with people of all backgrounds and social classes as I have been commanded to do by my Master. The full story is told &lt;a href="http://maidschool.blogspot.com/2008/12/vicereienne-kamila-huptmann-wrote.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-6607375549458742421?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6607375549458742421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=6607375549458742421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6607375549458742421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6607375549458742421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/12/southend-holiday-market.html' title='Southend Holiday Market'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SUV9sK9TtYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-HVfeucrydE/s72-c/bamika33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-4121562057029018734</id><published>2008-11-25T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:22:49.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Alexx McLaglen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSveU_Syq9I/AAAAAAAAALI/YrHj8yjUbaI/s1600-h/alexx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSveU_Syq9I/AAAAAAAAALI/YrHj8yjUbaI/s320/alexx1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272552240936299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master has commanded me to socialize with people of all classes and social backgrounds. Therefore obedient to his orders I have travelled to Caledon to interview Miss Alexx MacLaglen who I met in Rivet Town earlier. Miss McLaglen is the editor of the popular Caledon Strand Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, Ms Easterman, take a sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexx, you were recently injured while attempting to put out a fire in Rivet Town. Have your hands healed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, thank you, Ms Easterman. My hands are healed, even if I had to attend a dance with my hands bandaged and my face scratched. I was the night subject of conversation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I shall continue not to worry about you until further notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen smiles softly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman gazes at you with gentle doe like eyes, quite serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't need to worry for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Good Ma'am. Can you please tell me what brought you to Rivet Town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well... my late husband died a year ago in not very clear circunstances. He had been working for the British Foreign Office for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, how awful for you. Were you upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I was very upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I respected the mourning, wore black for all the year. After his death, I traveled to Egypt. My parents live there, at Luxor. I was very sad and didn't want to be here alone. Finally I returned home, ready to take care of my late husband's state and business. Looking through his private documents in the attic, I found some diaries. They talked about very uncommon creatures, about magic... about secret societies. I thought maybe that had something to do with his death, so I started traveling around, following his notes, and that way I arrived to Rivet Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unusual in a modern scientific age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods. That's what worried me the most. I really thought my husband had lost his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Creator Doctor Isasc Zietzler said that superstition and mumbo jumbo have no place in a rational society and that they represent the pinnacle of waste of human potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well... that were my thoughts too. Till I arrived RT and found some curious characters there. I'm not trying to say there's magic... but maybe there are things science can not explain... for now, at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warewolves and Vampires. i was quite surprised to meet them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods. For me was a relief to find them. Their existence proved my husband wasn't crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that there is a rational explanation for thse things. We live in a scientific age, an age of wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure of that, too. But I'm not a scientific, just a writer, so I just take note of all of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods. I'm not a scientist, I'm a programmed clone maid. I just listen to what my Masters have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, at the beginning, my visit to Rivet Town has to be a short one But then, I found the country so interesting I spent more and more time there.  I finally took some rooms in East Rivet Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy visiting our fair city? Apart from being injured and threatened by supernatural beings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, indeed. I find it quite interesting. And for a curious writer, that's essential.L ately, I've been helping Constable Fal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, I suppose that I am a writer of sorts as well becasue I record interesting things for my Master in his Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I'm a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure you do a very great work for your master Now, I spent my time traveling between Rivet Town and Caledon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes is a trying exercise... but is worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please tell me more about your husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm... my late husband was a good man.... too wrapped in his own job sometimes, I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was his job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He was a Foreign Office agent. He investigated for the British Crown. Hhe travelled a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did he investigate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first, I went with him. In fact, we met because I was working for the Crown too. But at the end, he made me stay home... I was quite mad about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did he want to hide something from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He investigated paranormal phenomena.... or that is what I found in his diaries. I'm afraid he was not too honest with me about his job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosties and Goulies and Lang Legged beasties? Things that go bump in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curiously, now I'm the one being requested as an investigator... Alexx McLaglen smiles to Bamika, encouraging her to ask more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that you are performing a socially useful function and furthering the progress of Mankind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen blinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman smiles shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really know... I see myself more as a witness an a reporter, not as a wheel on the future's machine.  I'm quite honored Constable Fal Levasseur thinks I'm clever enough to help him on his investigations.... but I don't see myself too useful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... What is the function of the Strand Magazine? Who does it serve? What purpose does it fulfill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I created The Strand with the help of my dear cousin Mrs Zombielady McLaglen. When we did it, we were trying to create a magazine where Caledonian artists could express themselves. We knew there were a lot of good writers, painters and journalists around that didn't have a place where to show their talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What function does art and creative writing perform? I wonder if my creator would not call it a waste of human energy and potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen chuckles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think art makes world move. Artists are the hidden key for the future. Think about Monsieur Verne... all his books... they talk about a technology we still don't know, but maybe, in the future, all the things he's imagining will be a reality. Artists are dreamers... and dreamers make the world evolve. So, from the beginning , we created the Strand to let the world hear artists' voice. Another reason for the Strand was to offer a way to create a community feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in our society, which has so much poverty, drunkenness, injustice, hunger.... Wouldn't people be better advised to direct their energy towards soving practical problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well... if people has nothing to dream about, they could surrender to vices... or to give up. Writers make people think there are something better they can fight for and journalists inform people, even the poorest ones, about what is happening around them. Informationn, my dear, is power.  Knowledge is power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distribution of information... Education. Enabling them to expend their energy more efficiently through the application of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When people know what is happening, they had the power to act on it. They can choose their actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one thing you could tell the people of Rivet Town... One message that you could deliver. What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mmm.... I'm not good for advises... I value too much the freedom in people acts... but I had to say something to them...  It could be: learn all you can because knowledge is the key for freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you support the call for schools in North Rivet Town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The establishement of schools for the children of North Rivet Town was an election issue in the recent Mayoral campaign. Miss Susan Koltai proposed paying for them by taxing the rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right thing to do, of course. I think is prerogative of the wealthy society to help the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods solemnly. "She lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Alexx McLaglen, thank you for your time. I'm sure that my readers will be interested to learn about you and your views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should confess I'm not rich, but well acomodated. I run some business and investments that provide me stability... that's why The Strand is for free. Alexx McLaglen smiles to you. Thank you to think of me for an enterview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods solemnly. "My Master lets me purchase things on his account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How nice of him! Alexx McLaglen giggles&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman nods solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel weird being asked... usually I'm the one doing the answering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewing people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to interview everyone interesting who passes through Rivet Town. That's practically everybody. Being a clone I find people motivations to be unpredictable and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexx McLaglen nods. See? you search for information, and knowledge makes you stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Ma'am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4121562057029018734?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4121562057029018734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4121562057029018734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4121562057029018734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4121562057029018734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-with-alexx-mclaglen.html' title='Interview with Alexx McLaglen'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSveU_Syq9I/AAAAAAAAALI/YrHj8yjUbaI/s72-c/alexx1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-643371238974896138</id><published>2008-11-20T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:38:28.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Paris 1900!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUtvYxUjHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ukb5lBdTZK4/s1600-h/paris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUtvYxUjHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ukb5lBdTZK4/s320/paris1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270669231033453682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUt4EEB_GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KCW_9uBji0Y/s1600-h/paris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUt4EEB_GI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KCW_9uBji0Y/s320/paris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270669380093607010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUt_u1y2YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o19gxvE7XXg/s1600-h/paris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUt_u1y2YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o19gxvE7XXg/s320/paris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270669511835703682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUuJU7fpYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8y0A8y7F38Q/s1600-h/paris4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUuJU7fpYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8y0A8y7F38Q/s320/paris4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270669676678980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris 1900 is closing this week. Simply one of the most impressive builds in SL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-643371238974896138?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/643371238974896138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=643371238974896138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/643371238974896138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/643371238974896138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/farewell-paris-1900.html' title='Farewell Paris 1900!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUtvYxUjHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ukb5lBdTZK4/s72-c/paris1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3991556302684531320</id><published>2008-11-20T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:31:15.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamika's Maid School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUdwuYfP0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/u0O3v81Dsps/s1600-h/bamika26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUdwuYfP0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/u0O3v81Dsps/s320/bamika26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270651661828702018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new school opened today in Caledon Southend. &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20SouthEnd/66/190/23"&gt;Bamika's Maid School&lt;/a&gt; is a school for maids who are unemployed and seeking a position with a suitable household. This free school aims to provide them with the training and discipline that they require. It is supported by the monthly contributions of its generous patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cordially invited to the Housewarming Party at 5pm Saturday 22 November SLT. All are welcome. Come and have a drink with the maids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the culmination of a long cherished dream for me. At last there is a place for all those poor homeless and hungry girls to go where they may learn valuable skills for life and employment! A place for the bare footed flower selling girls and maids who are cruelly dismissed without reference or prospect. Today is a great day for maids everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3991556302684531320?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3991556302684531320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3991556302684531320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3991556302684531320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3991556302684531320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/bamikas-maid-school.html' title='Bamika&apos;s Maid School'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSUdwuYfP0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/u0O3v81Dsps/s72-c/bamika26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-4765941880472844855</id><published>2008-11-19T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:41:03.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Sidney Arctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSTNeicGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NStwSOgSvOw/s1600-h/sidney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSTNeicGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NStwSOgSvOw/s320/sidney1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270563388454784562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I visited Mr Sidney Arctor, Inventor and daring aviator who will be representing Rivet Town in a forthcoming race. My beloved Master (He's so brave and noble!) has ordered me to socialize with people of different classes and backgrounds and this interview is part of my obedience to this order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Arctor, What brings you to Rivet Town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I first travelled to Rivet Town to exhibit an airship in the Invetors Expo, and I found t such a lively and friendly place I ended up staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the Inventor's Expo organized my my Master, Dr Harper Weezles. Have you met him? Isn't he so Handsome and Intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, Harper, he has always been very encouraging of my invetion ever since he found space my my late enty into the expo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of the Expo? It was an overwhelming experience! I must say the success of the expo suprised me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, a little suprised, but I've never known an inventor who would pass up a chance to show off his creations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that this is very true. What is your latest invention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My latest invention is the Rivet Town Racer, it's a 3 seater racing airship I made especially to compete in the upcoming Antiquity air race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, how fast does she go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I've not clocked it exactly, but it can cross a sim in about 6 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, doesn't all your blood boil and you fall down dead when you travel that fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it can be quite a rough ride, but it has specially made padded seats to keep the pilot and passengers safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greggan: Your racing airship turned out very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be representing Rivet Town in such an important event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A little nervous, I'm hoping the racer lives up to expectations. It hasn't really had much testing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you chosen your crewmates for this daring endeavour yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've talked to a few potential pilots but so far noone has signed up, I'm still after volunteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when will the race be on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it was originaly scheduled for this saturady, but due to the loss of sims at Antiquity, it has been postponed untill further notice, so we will just have to wait for an update on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about that! They said that three entire sims were eaten by a mutant star-goat. Can you confirm this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greggan: I'd heard it was a martian cylinder occupied by creatures intent on stealing goats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, the reports I heard were that the star goat was a regular non-mutated one, but otherwise quite similar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose anything is better than it being caused by Linden Labs raising their prices to levels nobody in roleplaying community can afford?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidney Arctor trips a passing Linden down a staircase "pardon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At some point maybe they'll see that creative and active members are a resouce, not a milking cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greggan: Is that one of my sculptie gears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it's my one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greggan: It's well done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well the question is will that be before or after we have all jumped ship to Open Grid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Greggan: Are you getting dizzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say? I'm sure that Rivet Town is right behind you and wishes you ever sucess in your race, Mr Arctor. Thank you for your time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you very much for interviewing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my pleasure. C'mon Rivet Town Racer! Go Rivet Town Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4765941880472844855?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4765941880472844855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4765941880472844855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4765941880472844855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4765941880472844855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-with-sidney-arctor.html' title='Interview with Sidney Arctor'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSTNeicGzjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NStwSOgSvOw/s72-c/sidney1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7660436854804137175</id><published>2008-11-18T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:56:14.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mont St Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLlUAkny4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qs-Dl6MoamA/s1600-h/montstmichael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLlUAkny4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qs-Dl6MoamA/s320/montstmichael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270026645890648962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mont%20Saint%20Michel/109/26/21"&gt;Mont St Michael&lt;/a&gt;. Go see this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7660436854804137175?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7660436854804137175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7660436854804137175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7660436854804137175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7660436854804137175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/mont-st-michael.html' title='Mont St Michael'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLlUAkny4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qs-Dl6MoamA/s72-c/montstmichael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3895382808489835438</id><published>2008-11-18T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:26:46.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edelwiss has moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLBFWkBIwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yRPEewvs7WY/s1600-h/wreckage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLBFWkBIwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yRPEewvs7WY/s320/wreckage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269986811677057794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's because someone hard landed a space ship on top of the store! &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mont%20Saint%20Michel/104/29/21"&gt;The new store is here&lt;/a&gt;. It's like something out of the Bliz, or Ground Zero. My favorite maid uniform store is nothing but a pile of smoking rubble. Initially I thought it must have been hit by a falling Martian cylinder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3895382808489835438?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3895382808489835438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3895382808489835438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3895382808489835438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3895382808489835438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/edelwiss-has-moved.html' title='Edelwiss has moved!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLBFWkBIwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yRPEewvs7WY/s72-c/wreckage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5879865237803807964</id><published>2008-11-17T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:07:55.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cemetery Chaos</title><content type='html'>From the Rivet Town Herald:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After a startling series of events, Captain Gallows was removed from office and Miss Raelyn Diavolo was appointed to her rightful position as Mayor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Rae, Miss Brie and Sandi made arrangements to meet meet Captain Gallows to discuss his lost four letters and the REAL Ballot Box.  While each of the real items was stored securely in Attorney Diavolo's safe, copies were provided to Captain Gallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gallows did not seem to be in his right mind and he aimed his Blunderbust at Miss Brie.   A scuffle ensued and a shot rang out.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Rae had made a lunge at Captain Gallows and knocked the Gun away and causing Gallows to loose his balance and hit his head on the stones.  Gallows was knocked unconscious and sufferd a nasty head wound.  Sandi  caught some of the gunfire in the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;With the evidence of the  Ballot Box brought to the attention of Judge Morrisey, who had purposely hidden in advance of the meeting, Miss Rae was made Mayor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gallows who spent some time recovering in the Hospital is expected to stand trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5879865237803807964?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5879865237803807964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5879865237803807964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5879865237803807964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5879865237803807964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/cemetery-chaos.html' title='Cemetery Chaos'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1542175792135933228</id><published>2008-11-15T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:06:45.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interveiw with Zebrati Merricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SR9dRUkIzkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zeCvGRg4-i8/s1600-h/zebrati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SR9dRUkIzkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zeCvGRg4-i8/s320/zebrati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269032641206210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In obedience to my Master's command to socialize with people from all backgrounds I recently traveled to New Babbage to interview Mr Zebrati Merricks. Mr Merricks is a noted Victorian Furry and Evil Henchman, and a known associate of the evil Dr Obolensky himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zebrati Merricks, you are a resident of New Babbage. How long have you lived here and what brought you to this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zebrati Merricks: Oh dear. How long have I lived here? I never keep track of my times...probably a few months by now though. What brought me here is simple. Roleplay. I had a friend who was starting up a villians group for a city that is in one of my favorite times and so I jumped a the chance to be apart of it. Of course after surveying the area to makesure on a scale of 1 to 10 the people here could roleplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the theme of New Babbage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Steampunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does that mean? *doe eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who do not know what steampunk is, that would be a victorian era world but with futuristic gadgets that have been retrofitted basically for bit of explanation for the work. Steam and gears to make cars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe your own character in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well there are a few parts to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a man of parts? *doe eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zebrati Merricks laughs - Well he's 3 dimensional. How is that then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell us a little bit about him. He's furry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He is a villain who is slightly educated and likes to put on airs of superiority. And yes. The sim allows furs and Ive always felt sl was meant to be something your not so Im a cat. Like a cat he can be snooty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean that you're not a cat in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh God I'd hope not. Those litter boxes have no privacy at all. Zebrati Merricks licks the back of his hand. "I do hate water though." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me about your partner Miss Gordon. How did you meet her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my dear Gordon. We meet back in another RP back in 06. A cyberpunk 1984 type world. I was a bartender / government spy she was an android looking for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was a sweet innocent robot girl like Gordon doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She traveled and the outside world had of course been though some tough times. Cities being the rare heavens of civilization. I ran an underground strip club and needing dancers offered her a job. She took it. Our chars got flirty over time and after a bit it crossed over into OOC flirting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I can't imagine Gordon as a stripper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah well I never really let her dance." I always felt she was worth more and more or less had her behind the counter more than on stage. So Ive always had a soft spot for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does she find fitting into the steampunk world of New Babbage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They have clockworks here which are a type of mechanized android.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your character here.. um.... libertarian in his.. um.... morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If depends on what you mean by that. He would be against drugs and prostitution if thats what you mean... More or less id say he likes being the right hand man to the Devil. So...he is more capitalistic and tolitarian in his morals....unless you have certain morals you want to bring up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm hinting delicately that the Zebrati I knew in the past was very... energetic in his personal life. How are you adapting that to a Victorian setting with it's aura of strict sexual morality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah well mind you the Zebrati you knew was never me. When you met me I was trying to form an RP area with sex as a side. However with a lack of males I actually needed to be that sex. So I had to make my char less of a hard ass and more gropey then I wanted. Here I have him basically to Victorian norms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And he always will comment on peoples lack of clothing. Even if its just an ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn to Dr Obolensky... How long have you know him ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've known the doctor for a good length of time. More through his alt. Always a wonderful builder. Always a wonderful RPer. Met randomly when he was bored one day and said to the people around him "What should I build?" And I being me said the first three words that came to mind. "Glass Christmas Elephant." And months later we named it Klaus. For an on the fly build it was quite amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockspire Cove was a build that impressed a lot of people. I know that Rafael Fabre of the Heiliograph admired it greatly and praised it as one of the best Steampunk builds in SL. What was your view of Clockspire Cove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought it was one of the most impressive things I had seen here in sl. Probably number seven on my top tens list. Working clock which had doom on it. (my house mind you) An evil lab... And the sad thing was he wasn't even done. There was much more going to be put there. Mind you if I hadnt been around here for two years Id probably have it as my first greatest build but...Ive seen alot in my time. Forrests of Kynsa...A giant clock tower who's name escapes me. Just many wonders. Some no longer with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you there when Obolensky detonated his creation? What were your feelings that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was. A mix of excitement and sadness. You see I do enjoy good explosions. Got a bit of a weakness for that so I couldn't wait to see the show. At the same time it was watching a landmark I loved blow up so it was a sad moment. I did know we were building more and actually my number six item is the new observatory he built for the new base of operations. You can see it and the new evil minion lair with new doom clock off in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly was impressive. I don't know how he got the prims to fall like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the doctor is my favorite builder. Mainly because its fast. amazing...and always with a hint of silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all is not lost, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No not at all. He went for new land as soon as word jumped up. And I will once again be able to have my char live in a clock like his grandfather Daniel S. Tiger Grandfather on his mothers side mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was mice who liked to live in clocks, Sir, not cats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well when it struck 12 my char would have a mice rain storm...something about them falling at that time... Besides who wouldnt want to live where one can find birds that cry the hour and mice? Its a buffet just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time, Mr Zebrati Merricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh always a pleasure. If you ever want to talk again just say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do so. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-1542175792135933228?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1542175792135933228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=1542175792135933228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1542175792135933228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1542175792135933228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/interveiw-with-zebrati-merricks.html' title='Interveiw with Zebrati Merricks'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SR9dRUkIzkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/zeCvGRg4-i8/s72-c/zebrati.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3163577470494050360</id><published>2008-11-13T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:17:30.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laws Repealed! Tavern Burns Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRymp8kTVOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1NviLl3WG-0/s1600-h/Tavern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRymp8kTVOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1NviLl3WG-0/s320/Tavern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268268903679874274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In startling recent developments in Rivet Town Mayor Grace Louden is out, replaced by disgraced former Vice Mayor Raelyn Diavolo, who has repealed all of the former mayor's new laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Tavern, most popular building in all of Rivet Town, has burned down after an accidentally being set on fire in a shock lighting accident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3163577470494050360?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3163577470494050360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3163577470494050360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3163577470494050360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3163577470494050360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-laws-repealed-tavern-burns-down.html' title='New Laws Repealed! Tavern Burns Down!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRymp8kTVOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1NviLl3WG-0/s72-c/Tavern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3368463161426266962</id><published>2008-11-12T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:27:11.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Bamika Easterman</title><content type='html'>Bamika was recently interviewed for a volunteer position serving drinks at the Victorian Ladies Society Christmas Ball. This is what she had to say for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you please first give me a brief list of your credentials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have served as a temple maiden for three months, welcoming to the guests of the Great Mother Goddess, serving their needs and being kind to them. Priestess Autumn Pizzicato is my direct superior and supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked as a serving maid at the Dashwood for two months welcoming guests, hosting tea parties serving drinks and providing hospitality. Lady SuzeeQ Cazalet is my boss there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am personal maid to Dr Harper Weezles in Rivet Town. I have acted as his assistant in organizing the Rivet Town Inventors Expo and fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have served as Kitchen Maid at ECCHI for six months preparing and serving food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First question shall be: How did you originally become interested in this work, and RPing as a servant, maid, or governess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first became interested when I was playing an entertainer on Firan MUX who enjoyed bathing other ladies in the public bath house. I could see that being a ladies personal maid and attendant could be a lot of fun. When I lost that character I started one elsewhere in Tales of Ta'veran who was a clumsy kitchen maid working in a noble household. Sorry, I didn't mention any pre SL experience before - I didn't think it was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What were your responsibilities in your last position/current position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hmmm. Well my responsibilities in my current positions are many and various. I am responsible for showing the Mother's love and devotion and kindness to visitors to her temple. I am responsible for seeing that their needs are met and that they obey the rules of the temple. In Rivet town I am devoted to my Master and responsible not only for caring for his personal needs - washing, cooking, cleaning, keeping house, but also acting as his assistant in the day to day operations of his professional business as Patent Officer. At the Dashwood I am responsible for providing hospitality to guests and ensuring that their visit is a comfortable and pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;During this event we prefer no sexual reference, and innuendo to be kept to a minimum. To the VLS we do not mind how you spend your time, but what would be some examples and situations you would do during the evening, serving the guests and keeping to the criteria. Please remember children will be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.... the question is what would be some examples of things I would do during the evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, please keep in mind that evening you would be representing not only your services, but the VLS how would you present yourself? Pardon me if the question was not direct, my apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the required uniform, politely and respectfully. From the position statement I would be serving drinks, telling people about the free gifts and answering basic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Very good Bamika, Okay next questions... What did you like most about your last position? What did you like least?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being kind to people and caring for them and making them happy. I don't enjoy the kind of innuendo and attitude you encounter from some people when you work as a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If asked for one reference, what would your employer say about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, anything they liked? *doe eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tayra Torricelli clears her throat and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not my place to speak for my employers, Ma'am. I can tell you what I think of myself, but what they think is their own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Suzee is on, I can ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's alright. Let us just continue shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[IM SuzeeQ Cazalet: not bad for an OZ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually high praise from her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you please list for me some attachments you may have that could be useful for this event? ie:- Serving Tray, Maid Uniform, Etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maid uniform, champagne serving tray, I don't have a tea serving tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome Lady Carnac. Oooh very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Carnac can not speak because she is in another IM, but this with a walking Animation will be done by the end of the week if you would like one Bamika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I see, I think. It's a serving tray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No, these are shopping bags, boxes, hat boxes etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, we would love you to be a server at our event we shall get back to you on a time when everyone who is hired can get together to go through the routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that in your other jobs. You would be able to carry the shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good Ma'am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3368463161426266962?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3368463161426266962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3368463161426266962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3368463161426266962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3368463161426266962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-with-bamika-easterman.html' title='Interview with Bamika Easterman'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-797436486491599468</id><published>2008-11-11T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:57:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid Uniforms</title><content type='html'>Regular readers will know that I work as a maid in Rivet Town for my beloved Master, Dr Harper Weezles (He's so handsome and intelligent!) I also work as a maid in a club, and in a sim called ECCHI I am a kitchen maid. All of this gives me a professional interest in maids uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slick Lady's Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/STmxoNFsDCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X1TS425u5rQ/s1600-h/bamika31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/STmxoNFsDCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X1TS425u5rQ/s320/bamika31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276443742707649570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/ST2yJcckRRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XiIAFVoDquw/s1600-h/bamika32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/ST2yJcckRRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XiIAFVoDquw/s320/bamika32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277570213672666386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady's Maid by &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mikianna/98/186/29"&gt;Slick Fetish&lt;/a&gt; designer Coyote Mumiji comes with five colors: Black, Blood, Forest, Midnight and Royal. The cream colored bow and cap definitely steer this gown in the direction of deliciously edible. Tightly laced bodice and "sufficiently humiliating" cap subtly hint at it's origin as fetish wear - for all that it's a pretty, smart and serviceable maid uniform, respectable enough to serve in any Victorian parlor or bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gown was designed for tall willowy maids, not short plump ones. The changes and scaling required to make it fit a plus size avatar leave it with a bizarrely large bow and an unflattering compressed bodice below bulging boobs.  For this reason I'd be cautious of this gown if your shape is larger than average, and doubly cautious if you are also short. For a tall, willowy girl where the dress can take it's designed proportions it's a much nicer effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filigree patterns in the skirt textures are a highlight, indeed the detailing on the gown is splendid from the cameo brooch at the throat to the lace and ruffles and the buttons on the cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanted to like this uniform a lot more than I did, and I'm forced to conclude it's probably just not suitable for my avatar. When I wear a more standard shape it looks lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Some adjustment is inevitably required for individual avatar size, but the large simple prim skirt makes this easy. Unfortunately the gown simply does not scale well beyond certain proportions and maybe just does not suit a plus size avatar. The Avatar rendering cost of this outfit is medium to high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabbit Kiss Lapin Maid Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/STaI_1IfrjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/honq7cKJcrw/s1600-h/bamika30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/STaI_1IfrjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/honq7cKJcrw/s320/bamika30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275554643686960690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's good to be different. This dress pushes the Lolita style to it's logical conclusion - and succeeds wonderfully. If your gothic lolita dress is rich dark chocolate then this is spun sugar candy floss. Sweet, bright, child like. This dress is perfect for dolly maids, bunny maids, and nekomimi. It's striking, you can't go past it's bright pink cheerfulness. Designer Winly Jun of Umi Usagi (Rabbit Kiss) has created a classic of the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, socks, underwear - beautiful pink bloomers! - all included - make this excellent value for money. Wearing this dress brings you a lot of attention. Some men are just fascinated by the "little girl" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: There are a lot of prim attachments to this dress and it takes a long while to fit and adjust them perfectly. Matching sleeves, frills, ruffles and cuffs must all be scaled identically and cross checked that they are the same size. The effect is worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some places alpha texture bugs cause the skirt to disappear! Perhaps a non alpha version of the skirt would be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More seriously: The skirt is non modifyable! Supplying it in three difference sizes is a great idea, but people need to be able to modify their clothes to fit different shaped avatars. I could not make this gown fit without contacting technical support. This is a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designer was quick to supply me with a larger skirt which fits better - still non modify. I like to edit and resize individual prims if necessary to make skirts fit my avatar as exactly as I can. Mr Jun has explained that his skirts are non modifyable to prevent piracy and copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KDC - Kokoro Maid Uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS96i-b5LBI/AAAAAAAAALo/ozo78HUvyjM/s1600-h/bamika29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS96i-b5LBI/AAAAAAAAALo/ozo78HUvyjM/s320/bamika29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273568429968272402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A beautiful gothic lolita maid uniform from &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/dead%20realm/83/168/594"&gt;Kyrah Design Concept (KDC)&lt;/a&gt;. This dress makes me feel like an expensive German torte, covered in chocolate and whipped cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despite the ruffles and bows the avatar rendering cost is still surprisingly modest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A very sweet look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prim bows and ruffles require a little adjustment to fit.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gothic Lolita is not everyone's favorite style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDC - Victorian Maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS4IzqiQrAI/AAAAAAAAALg/oya25tNgEpE/s1600-h/bamika28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS4IzqiQrAI/AAAAAAAAALg/oya25tNgEpE/s320/bamika28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273161897381768194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS4IokPvwII/AAAAAAAAALY/pZRZvt8mKxM/s1600-h/bamika27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SS4IokPvwII/AAAAAAAAALY/pZRZvt8mKxM/s320/bamika27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273161706714939522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Authenticity is the watchword with the &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/dead%20realm/126/155/601"&gt;Victorian Maid Uniform by KDC&lt;/a&gt; designer Kyrah Abattoir. It's sweet, modest, authentic and comes colors other than black. This has to be on your shopping list if you need an authentic Victorian or Edwardian maid uniform. The vendor offers infinite variations in collar, dress colour and texture and apron length and style, the total number of variations is something like 80. Could this be the perfect uniform to outfit the maids of your Victorian household?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Negatives:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; There are like, 80 different variations to this gown but you only get one per package. Some designers would throw three of four different options at you for the price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Minor adjustments to hat and collar are needed for the perfect fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edelweiss - Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLJJHk7fFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CiQLKJQo28c/s1600-h/bamika25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSLJJHk7fFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CiQLKJQo28c/s320/bamika25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995672466848850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma, by &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mont%20Saint%20Michel/109/26/21"&gt;Edelweiss&lt;/a&gt; designer Moeka Kohime is a gorgeous Victorian maid uniform probably inspired by the award winning manga &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_%28manga%29"&gt;Emma&lt;/a&gt; by Kaoru Mori. It's authentic, stylish, modest and utterly feminine and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the uniform I wear around SL - Caledon, Rivet Town, New Babbage day by day. I purchased it as an investment in my avi and my character for what was a lot of money at the time. As I tell my friends: Everybody ends up buying an Edelweiss uniform in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to report a positive experience with technical support from Edelweiss after I messed up while trying to adjust it for my avatar. I was promptly given a new object when I requested it, and I rate this service as excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The skirt is 65 flexiprims. It is practically impossible to adjust such a complicated garment to fit an avi with a big posterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Miss Kohime does not include glitch pants with her creations so I was forced to make a white glitch skirt of my own which you can see poking through at the top of the skirt in the photograph - it was either that of have her bum and underwear poke through at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kohime has been lavish in her use of flexi prims - and a sculptie collar - in this design. The avatar rendering cost is correspondingly high. It's ironic to me that a faithful maid in simple black and whites might end up out primming her mistress in all her Victorian regalia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a persistent prim occlusion problem which shows up as holes around the sides of the prim skirt. This is not the designer's fault - the viewer is unable to display the skirt properly for some reason, which could be an SL problem, or a graphics card issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtle Submis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sion - French Maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSEMvnxVVKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/96kr_NpiXCY/s1600-h/bamika24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSEMvnxVVKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/96kr_NpiXCY/s320/bamika24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269507051269477538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a simple, elegant, indeed rather subtle maid dress in the Gothic Lolita style from Subtle Submission. The lines are clean, a strict simplicity of black and white. This design is very balanced, it tries hard to be sexy yet something pulls it back almost to the point of modesty. It's not really frilly enough to do the full disaster Gothic effect, and it's not sweet enough to achieve cuteness. Is this dress too subtle for it's own good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The designer is certainly going somewhere with her strict black and white look, but where? &lt;/span&gt;Maybe my avi is just not the ideal modal for this uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Negatives: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A more elaborate headdress would be a nice addition. The prim skirt sometimes shows glitches, in one place in my house it disappeared altogether from some viewing angles - a most unexpected wardrobe malfunction. This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; is probably caused alpha channel (transparent texture) glitches in the SL viewer. A non transparent version of the skirt could be an improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I'd personally want more frills and ruffles, and maybe an apron. The bow at the back could be more loose and flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Rose Designs - Maid Lolita Cyndi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSAy8SKqsAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IyLn971PW-s/s1600-h/bamika22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSAy8SKqsAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IyLn971PW-s/s320/bamika22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269267575273598978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSAzGlogiJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jV0GsVzTvBY/s1600-h/bamika23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSAzGlogiJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jV0GsVzTvBY/s320/bamika23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269267752297728146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a maid dress in the Gothic Lolita style by noted Victorian Label &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/145/80/24"&gt;Silver Rose&lt;/a&gt; - Designer Yuriko Muromachi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a very striking uniform. The designer has used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a set of black frills around the collar to suggest a pair of black bat wings. The entire uniform is in love with black - a deep, rich black velvet, mated with a plain understated white apron. Vampires are the aristocrats of the supernatural world, this is the uniform they would dress their maids in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Silver Rose make two maid uniforms with more gothic and traditional looks respectively. They are both well worth a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Negatives: The apron required major rescaling to make it fit around my avi's plump midde, so much so that I then had to go and rescale the bow and apron to keep then down to a reasonable seeming size. Thus I may have messed up the designer's intended proportions. Fitting prim aprons to "non standard" sized avatars is always a challenge. In the end I just don't like the look of the apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silver Rose Designs - Maid Lolita Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSaAGUgwp-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7PPMY1sw8c/s1600-h/sousinne1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SSaAGUgwp-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7PPMY1sw8c/s320/sousinne1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271041259957430242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sousinne Ceriano models Maid Lolita Mary from Silver Rose Designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Another Gothic Lolita maid dress by &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Victoria%20City/145/80/24"&gt;Silver Rose&lt;/a&gt; - Designer Yuriko Muromachi. This one has become a favorite among the girls of my &lt;a href="http://maidschool.blogspot.com/"&gt;maid school&lt;/a&gt;. Sweet and modest enough to wear for Victorian events, yet sexy enough to show off a girl's legs and stockings. It's almost the perfect compromise, allowing a girl to be a smart professional servant while still turning heads. Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Frills and prim attachement require considerable adjustment to fit properly, especially for non standard sized avatars. The avatar rendering cost of this gown is quite large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montagne Noir - Domestique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvqvtqro1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/m19evGoOfQ0/s1600-h/bamika21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvqvtqro1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/m19evGoOfQ0/s320/bamika21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062294573294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvnbstmmUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I9jt1lLWaNU/s1600-h/bamika18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvnbstmmUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I9jt1lLWaNU/s320/bamika18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058652184844610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Domestique is a maid uniform by Astolat Dufaux of &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Antiquity%20Cove/211/39/22"&gt;Montagne Noir&lt;/a&gt;. This is very authentic maid uniform, from the 1870s or later when the full round shape of the crinoline gave way to more slender dress lines, and the bulk of the fabric was drawn back behind the skirt. The bustle and train attachment on this uniform replicates this late Victorian style of dress very realistically. This uniform is simple, graceful and elegant. The texturing is supurb. Because of the simplicity of the design the avatar rendering cost remains low. In all this is one of the most authentic, elegant and stylish Victorian maid uniforms I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Prim attachments will always require some adjustment for individual avatars, the collar and skirt bow in particular. I moved the collar attachment point to the chest rather than the chin. The headdress comes out looking grey and unrezzed. It's a nice lace texture, but it could be made brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nymphetamine Maid Matlida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvDEbEFLvI/AAAAAAAAAII/FYf6xx1cNKE/s1600-h/bamika17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRvDEbEFLvI/AAAAAAAAAII/FYf6xx1cNKE/s320/bamika17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268018669891694322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid Matlida Uniform by &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Isle%20of%20Nymphetamine/138/154/24"&gt;Nymphetamine&lt;/a&gt;. This is definitely a uniform on the "sexy" side of maid outfits. The textures are absolutely gorgeous, the skirts shine, your avatar looks like a Chirstmas gift ready to be unwrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: With so many flexi prims it's only to be expected that this quite a high rendering cost. It also requires adjustment and fitting to non standard sized avatars. There's an oddity with the headdress for this uniform: It's implemented as a cylinder with alpha channel textures to remove the side facing away from the viewer. This is perfect when the avatar is looking towards you, but it looks a little odd when she turns to one side. The headress always faces towards the viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bare Rose Bunny Maid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRoQIWaa3eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W1tYkso3Tes/s1600-h/bamika15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRoQIWaa3eI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W1tYkso3Tes/s320/bamika15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267540449804606946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This uniform is made by &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Bare%20Rose/81/81/30"&gt;Bare Rose&lt;/a&gt;. Most people I speak to say that Bare Rose is one of their favorite stores, I think because their clothing is so imaginative, flexible, and affordable. They have a good range of maid uniforms in the french maid/anime style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pictures I thought this uniform would be very pert and sexy, but the overall effect is... Utter Kawaii! It's soooo cute! Very feminine with all those frills and ruffles it's almost a lolita effect. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Numerous prim attachments, required considerable adjustments to fit plus sized avis. The avatar rendering cost is still surprisingly modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bare Rose Latex Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRpZI2StQQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FygF6jis_B4/s1600-h/theresa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRpZI2StQQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FygF6jis_B4/s320/theresa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267620722711019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRoVP-FDwZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_h5PPsExySU/s1600-h/bamika16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRoVP-FDwZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_h5PPsExySU/s320/bamika16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267546078269653394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that the &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Bare%20Rose/81/81/30"&gt;Bare Rose&lt;/a&gt; Latex Maid uniform is HAWT and SEXY! BR clothes are always top quality and affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: Requires considerable adjustment for plus size avis - although this is always the case with prim skirts. Not suitable for Victorian maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Old School Mansion Uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnwUvzT_HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xxOGL_0ES54/s1600-h/bamika14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnwUvzT_HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xxOGL_0ES54/s320/bamika14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267505478406241394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first victorian maids uniform I found in SL, at a BDSM place called The Old School Mansion in Sylvester, where it cost 100L. The Old School Mansion seems to have closed so this uniform is probably no longer available. This was a plain, servicable uniform, the prim skirts were rather pretty but unfortunatly they never really fit my plus size avi perfectly. Eventually I upgraded to something more expensive and prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting feature of this uniform is the ability to remove the apron. Becasue the apron is implemented with jacket textures and a separate prim skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives: The textures sometimes look a little crude, like a very course weave fabric. The prim skirt is somehow a little clunkier in motion than some of the others I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parlor Maid Uniform for SL Maids and Servants group by Absinthe Nosferatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnzwuY-bgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r5UvhZl_P3E/s1600-h/bamika13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnzwuY-bgI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r5UvhZl_P3E/s320/bamika13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267509257598561794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a free uniform made exclusively for my SL Maids and Servants group by Miss Absinthe Nosferatu. You can obtain it by joining the group searching the notices for Maid Chores Items which are reposted quite often. This is a really simple low prim, low lag maid uniform which is still authentically Victorian in appearance. Utterly respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative: This uniform cries out for some frills and ruffles - although that would spoil the ultra low prim low lag effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-797436486491599468?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/797436486491599468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=797436486491599468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/797436486491599468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/797436486491599468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/maid-uniforms.html' title='Maid Uniforms'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/STmxoNFsDCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X1TS425u5rQ/s72-c/bamika31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-9064055985373235064</id><published>2008-11-11T03:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:11:07.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Losses</title><content type='html'>Antiquity Shouls, Glamis and Cape are being handed back to Linden Labs and derezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is chronicled in &lt;a href="http://antiquitygazette.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-memorandum-antiquity-shouls.html"&gt;The Antiquity Gazette&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyZv58iaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jgAYAg0vjjk/s1600-h/antiquityshouls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyZv58iaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jgAYAg0vjjk/s320/antiquityshouls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267367025868310946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyKP9UrQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a1lgaKPGO_M/s1600-h/antiquitycape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyKP9UrQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a1lgaKPGO_M/s320/antiquitycape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267366759594503426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyj8VdZpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pADNia9XXpI/s1600-h/antiquityshouls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyj8VdZpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pADNia9XXpI/s320/antiquityshouls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267367201003628178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-9064055985373235064?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/9064055985373235064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=9064055985373235064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/9064055985373235064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/9064055985373235064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-losses.html' title='More Losses'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlyZv58iaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jgAYAg0vjjk/s72-c/antiquityshouls1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2119908774317980297</id><published>2008-11-11T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:17:28.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minute of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlmmcyiSTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iApBDomk6V4/s1600-h/rememberance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlmmcyiSTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iApBDomk6V4/s320/rememberance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267354049935722802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute of silence for Remembrance Day, 11 November 2008, Tribute Island, SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos below courtesy of Saffia Widdershins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnlsCp67KI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0j-pf6zqICk/s1600-h/amistice+at+tribute+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnlsCp67KI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0j-pf6zqICk/s320/amistice+at+tribute+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267493783976209570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnoNUcxq2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GEGlOwkvSbo/s1600-h/amistice+at+tribute+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRnoNUcxq2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GEGlOwkvSbo/s320/amistice+at+tribute+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267496554711853922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2119908774317980297?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2119908774317980297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2119908774317980297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2119908774317980297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2119908774317980297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/minute-of-silence.html' title='A Minute of Silence'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRlmmcyiSTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iApBDomk6V4/s72-c/rememberance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1297126996395088498</id><published>2008-11-10T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:41:48.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roleplay 101 Classes for Rivet Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roleplay 101 Classes will be held tomorrow, Tuesday, November 11th at 7am slt in the Iron Head Tavern, then again on Wednesday, November 12th, at 6pm slt, also in the tavern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roleplay 101 is an introductory class for brand new roleplayers and provides information on general etiquette, rules, and how to become involved in a roleplay community.  All are welcome.  The class will be conducted by Grace Loudon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Rivet Town Notice by Grace Loudon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These classes are open to all - Rivet Town citizens and newcomers. This is a great opportunity for visitors to come to Rivet Town and find out first hand what we do. Rivet Town Citizens should attend because it improves our game and strengthens our community. Everyone can improve so even the most skilled roleplayers will find some value in these classes, and by supporting them you are helping others to learn. Please attend if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-1297126996395088498?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/1297126996395088498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=1297126996395088498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1297126996395088498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/1297126996395088498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/roleplay-101-classes-for-rivet-town.html' title='Roleplay 101 Classes for Rivet Town'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-6495937079537761572</id><published>2008-11-10T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:33:26.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Judge</title><content type='html'>The mayor's appointment of a new Judge for Rivet Town today is the latest in a sweeping list of recent changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayor Grace Loudon: It is my honor to annouce the appointment of Magdalenamarie Morrisey as a judge of Rivet Town. She has excellent qualifications and has my full confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-6495937079537761572?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6495937079537761572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=6495937079537761572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6495937079537761572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6495937079537761572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-judge.html' title='New Judge'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8733365114148015934</id><published>2008-11-08T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:49:29.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We  Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY5A_rLhdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mOcNCtCipzI/s1600-h/kittystank.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY5A_rLhdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mOcNCtCipzI/s320/kittystank.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266459503511700946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; All of those young lives betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; All for a Children's Crusade&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a poppy for Remembrance Day - November 11 2008. Lest We Foget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obtain a poppy at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/%20Caledon%20Cay/55/80/22/"&gt;Caledon Genealogical Society&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Wellsian/200/170/200/"&gt;Fuschia's Frocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tumult and the shouting dies;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The captains and the kings depart:   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An humble and a contrite heart.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lest we forget - lest we forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   - Kipling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8733365114148015934?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8733365114148015934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8733365114148015934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8733365114148015934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8733365114148015934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We  Forget'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY5A_rLhdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mOcNCtCipzI/s72-c/kittystank.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2888283153705966692</id><published>2008-11-08T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:45:03.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY0Kil9tmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gy89IZc8Zo8/s1600-h/maid+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY0Kil9tmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gy89IZc8Zo8/s320/maid+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266454169945749090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the opportunity to visit Nick Milling's Maid School for gracious living. Mr Milling provides detailed training for maids in the formalities and conventions of service. The school also seems to provide the kind of strict discipline that maids enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the application form for the school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for considering a course at Maid School for Gracious Living.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a school for SUBMISSIVE MAIDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The course consists of lessons which are listed in the lessons note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We ask the maid to purchase the uniform and a hair style with a bun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We will provide everything else to make even a newby into one of the best Maids in SL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You may attend a lesson to see if the school is for you if you are not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please return this card with your details if you are interested, to: Nick Milling (or Sally Blazer when away from SL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2888283153705966692?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2888283153705966692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2888283153705966692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2888283153705966692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2888283153705966692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/maid-school.html' title='Maid School'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRY0Kil9tmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gy89IZc8Zo8/s72-c/maid+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2804625769505995340</id><published>2008-11-08T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:04:08.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters Still Missing!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Mr Gallows Vita distributed the following message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, a thief made off with a pouch of mine. I was able to recover most of the items  - however 4 letters are missing.  Please return them to me UNOPENED - for a reward. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed today with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A reminder that the four letters are missing from my personal belongings.  Worthless to all but me. Sentimental value only. REWARD OFFERED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear that Mr Vita has lost items which are of considerable value to him. It is wrong to steal the property of others and keep it for yourself. I would never do this unless I was ordered to by my Master. I hope that everyone in Rivet Town is now aware of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2804625769505995340?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2804625769505995340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2804625769505995340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2804625769505995340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2804625769505995340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/letters-still-missing.html' title='Letters Still Missing!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7501249986571005269</id><published>2008-11-06T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:41:20.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orders From The Mayor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Grace Loudon, being of sound mind and body, do hereby declare Gallows Vita as the new Vice Mayor of Rivet Town.  Raelyn Diavolo, after recent unseemly conduct, has been instructed to step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my, but isn't the Vice Mayor an elected position? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7501249986571005269?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7501249986571005269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7501249986571005269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7501249986571005269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7501249986571005269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-orders-from-mayor.html' title='New Orders From The Mayor!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5715706765824663239</id><published>2008-11-04T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:29:40.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clone Manifesto: The Joy of Obedience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRD2-1wcTII/AAAAAAAAAGA/0dxcmqq5Klk/s1600-h/bamika11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRD2-1wcTII/AAAAAAAAAGA/0dxcmqq5Klk/s320/bamika11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264979523838692482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that the Mayor has graced us with a new law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law #11  - Any citizens who sees a crime and does not report it to the authorities is, in effect, committing an act of  treason and will be punished accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel great happiness and joy with the increased structure and regimentation which the Mayor's new orders have introduced into my life. Obedience gives me very real joy and happiness, and I am always very happy to receive orders from those in authority over me - primarily my Master Dr Harper Weezles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet is is slowly becoming apparent to me that many people do not feel this way, and indeed, some people seem to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unhappy&lt;/span&gt; with the Mayor's new laws. This is inconceivable to me. Orders are orders. Obedience is a joy. I could not possibly be unhappy with an order. If it is a legitimate order, I obey it. I receive pleasure for obeying it. I am pleased to obey! I am not capable of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unhappy &lt;/span&gt;with an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need to explain my nature to people more fully. I am a programmed and conditioned clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By clone I mean that I am not a natural individual, but that I was grown from a human genetic source selected for favorable and useful traits. It has always been my creator - Dr Isaac Zeitzler's - plan to grow identical clones in factories, by the hundreds and thousands - eventually by the millions - to provide a devoted and efficient labor force for the New Social Order and eliminate the waste of human potential in a society composed of individuals with individual needs and desires. I'm not sure if Dr Zeitzler realized that I was listening when he used to explain these ideas to his friends and visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By programmed I mean that Dr Zeitzler used his terrible machine on me to burn something into my head - rules and something he called a program. It's like... having a policeman inside your head, rewarding you when you do the right thing and punishing you if you disobey. This process hurt a great deal - Dr Zeitzler explained that the subject must be conscious while being reprogrammed - drugs or other methods of alleviating the pain of the process would make it impossible to eliminate undesired "neural structures" or to "lay down new memory engrams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't really know what that means, but that's the way he explained it. I only know that it hurt and I hope my Master doesn't send me back. I have no memories of anything before my programming, I suppose that these would have been eliminated as part of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Conditioned I mean that I receive pleasure for obeying my program and pain for failing to obey it. Over time this makes me want to obey my program, because it is plainly much more pleasant for me to do so. My brain was operated upon by Dr Zeitzler to remove aggressive impulses and to make this conditioning system possible. I don't really know how it works, I only know that when I obey an order from my Master I feel happy, and when he praises me and says that I have pleased him I feel such overwhelming joy and pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me obedience is a joy. There is no joy to compare with the joy of obeying, and I have no desire except to please my Master and obey him.  I think that you would feel the same way too if you had a conditioning system like mine, which, to quote Dr Zeitzler again, "rewards obedience with direct stimulation of the pleasure centres of the brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darker side of conditioning is the pain response. If I fail to think, feel and act according to my program and it's rules I will be punished with pain, unhappiness, self loathing and despair. This is intensely unpleasant and something to be avoided at all costs. Since it is natural and habitual for me to obey unthinkingly, pain response punishment is a very rate event for me. Mostly it is caused by situations where I physically cannot obey my orders, or my orders conflict and cannot logically be obeyed, or my orders conflict with my programming and cannot be obeyed. This is called a glitch, and it is a terrible experience, a thing to be feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is: I am a clone, programmed and conditioned for service and obedience in my role as a Domestic Servant in the New Social Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find it odd that I love my Master, Dr Harper Weezles, and that I am devoted to him and want to please him above all things. This is not odd - I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; to serve and please him, programmed to love him and obey him above all others, and conditioned with sheer joy, happiness and ecstasy to be devoted to pleasing him. I would obey and please my Master even if I was punished for it. I could not do anything else, I would not even consider doing anything else. Any failure on my part to obey him would be immediately corrected by my pain response conditioning in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been confused in the past that I call Doctor Weezles my Master, and have assumed that I must be some kind of a slave. This is not the case. I am a servant, Dr Weezles is my Master. As his maid, Master is the correct, respectful title for me to use for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that people may now have gained a better insight into my nature. I am a programmed and conditioned clone. Dr Weezles is my Master. I love him,  as I am programmed to, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; obey him and please him. Nothing else matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technology now exists to make everybody like me. Your brain can be operated on and your mind reprogrammed. I wouldn't recommend it, personally, because it is extremely painful. Myself I am forbidden by my programming to harm anyone in this way, but.... the technology exists. It may be that you will come to know the joy of obedience sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind our obedience let there be found our obedience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5715706765824663239?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5715706765824663239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5715706765824663239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5715706765824663239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5715706765824663239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/clone-manifesto-joy-of-obedience.html' title='The Clone Manifesto: The Joy of Obedience'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRD2-1wcTII/AAAAAAAAAGA/0dxcmqq5Klk/s72-c/bamika11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2699283545276916175</id><published>2008-11-04T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:34:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Server Space is NOT Land!</title><content type='html'>For an excellent and thought provoking analysis of how Linden Lab's pricing policies have have introduced disasterous instabilities in the SL land market, and why there have been ridiculous price booms and crashes in the cost of a service provided by a reputable(?) company see Hypatia Callisto's excellent article &lt;a href="http://minervan.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/a-short-nightmare-of-the-land-market/"&gt;A Short Nightmare of the Land Market....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2699283545276916175?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2699283545276916175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2699283545276916175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2699283545276916175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2699283545276916175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/server-space-is-not-land.html' title='Server Space is NOT Land!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2864507258763638211</id><published>2008-11-03T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:32:59.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permit Me To Introduce Herself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRPEuBAWCzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o4DhQ_foA7U/s1600-h/fogwoman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRPEuBAWCzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o4DhQ_foA7U/s320/fogwoman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265768684149148466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a woman of wealth and taste...  I'd like to formally introduce my friend and mentor Miss Fogwoman Gray, and her blog &lt;a href="http://fogwomangray.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Tuppence Worth of Steam&lt;/a&gt;. She was about the third person I met when I first came to Caledon (The first was Mr Podruly Peccable,) and as head of the YWCA she quickly became something of an evil mother figure to us younger lasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I remeber the time she tried to sell me to demonic cooks to be baked into a pie! Or the soap she made me eat in a vain attempt to cure my dreadful potty mouth. *doe eyes* Ah, happy days! In short she taught me everything I know. Well, um, almost everything. She didn't teach me about handcuffs and chocolate sauce... I um... worked that one out for myself. Um... Has anybody seen some keys around here? Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2864507258763638211?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2864507258763638211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2864507258763638211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2864507258763638211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2864507258763638211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/11/permit-me-to-introduce-herself.html' title='Permit Me To Introduce Herself'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SRPEuBAWCzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o4DhQ_foA7U/s72-c/fogwoman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-6250291143238374944</id><published>2008-10-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:55:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Town Meeting in Caledon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQaL4WDbi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8k38l0hSVZg/s1600-h/caledondamagecontrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQaL4WDbi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8k38l0hSVZg/s320/caledondamagecontrol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047014737906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an astonishing emergency town meeting in Caeldon today to discuss &lt;a href="http://blog.secondlife.com/2008/10/27/openspace-pricing-and-policy-changes/"&gt;Linden Lab's shock announcement&lt;/a&gt; of price increases in open space sims. It was practically a roll call of the Caledon community with -everybody- attending to hear Guvenah Desmond Shang outline what the changes may mean for the fledgling steampunk nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His message? Essentially - "Let's wait and see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credits: Bamika Easterman and Wrath Constantine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQaMA4K50kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LWZqgTjOGdo/s1600-h/caledonmeeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQaMA4K50kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LWZqgTjOGdo/s320/caledonmeeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047161335009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-6250291143238374944?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/6250291143238374944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=6250291143238374944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6250291143238374944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/6250291143238374944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/emergency-town-meeting-in-caledon.html' title='Emergency Town Meeting in Caledon!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQaL4WDbi-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/8k38l0hSVZg/s72-c/caledondamagecontrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-228274376194214284</id><published>2008-10-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:55:47.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laws and New Lottery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQZc-2i_e7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NGDY6RacZtE/s1600-h/lottery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQZc-2i_e7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NGDY6RacZtE/s320/lottery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261995449492929458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second Police draft lottery was held in Rivet Town today with most exciting and interesting results. Your faithful reporter is now a long arm of the law! I promise to protect and serve the residents of Rivet Town by enforcing their laws tirelessly! It's such an honor to be chosen! I will not let the town down or fail in the sacred trust that has been placed in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lottery was run by handsome and dashing former pirate Captain Gallows Vita, looking every bit the daring sea captain in long frock coat and prominently displayed bucket hilted sword. He was ably assisted by metal behemoth Cadet Maximus Ecsol who lent a shining air of precision to the proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before proceeding to the lottery Captain Vita read the following letter from our beloved mayor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As your beloved mayor - I have seen many good changes in town. But! It is not enough. I am forced to cease those who try and bring treachery and violence to our lovely city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Anyone carrying a weapon or inciting violence in any way will be accused of assault. A handcage will be temporarily used on them until a trial can determine guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Anyone speaking against the mayor or her laws will be accused of attempting to commit treason and will be affixed with an iron mask until trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Noodles shall be served at all public eateries and bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me these laws seem tough but harsh! I shall raise my obedience to a new level in following them to the letter! It's so pleasing to me to have such draconian structure to follow becasue as a clone who has been conditioned to obedience it gives me great pleasure to submit to them. I suggest that everyone get into the spirit of these laws and start obeying them at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain then drew the names of the two temporary police officers for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamika Easterman&lt;br /&gt;Mara Razor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have knocked me down with a feather duster! Me, a police woman, fearlessly enforcing the law without thought or favor! This is so exciting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Razor and I join the ranks of the previously selected lottery winners from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ender Vaher&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Rust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-228274376194214284?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/228274376194214284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=228274376194214284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/228274376194214284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/228274376194214284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-laws-and-new-lottery.html' title='New Laws and New Lottery!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQZc-2i_e7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/NGDY6RacZtE/s72-c/lottery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3815952879253362092</id><published>2008-10-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:43:25.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bee in Your Bonnet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A mysterious woman in a cloak thrust the following note into my hand while I was walking across Rivet Bridge. She whispered fiercely "Spread The Word!" Oh my, how mysterious and romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BEE IN YOUR BONNET ASKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Rivet Town  honest or corrupt?  Can it be brought back to the  Vision of the future, or stay lost forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  recent weeks gone by, and the  elections and  expo has subsided...I feel its time for  me to  comment on all the  goings on that has been happening in  Rivet town......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  who am i.... a  bee with questions ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  are questions that you, the fine citizens of Rivet Town need to be asking yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murders and Mayham have continued to control the town, and why nothing is being done  about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when arrest warrants have been  issued again nothing has been done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these people  actual hired assassins or just  people who like to  create mischief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for  Rivet town, and  are you the  people able to be heard?         Or who is in  control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when a protest was staged and  pictured for the  blog all were in  short skirts, or  bloomers but the one staging it, which was pictured in long attire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when the new laws came into effect of no drinking , the  vice mayor was seen on  numous  occasions drinking from a flask she  carries in her pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these laws just for the  people and not the officials, or for  everyone,  time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can the  police drink, when the  people can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can human and beast live happily  among us or outlawed forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any of these be answered??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrest Warrants outstanding, brings out more questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when  warrants have been issued for  your new mayor Grace and  for  Cap't  Gallows, in the  case of the deceased mayor nothing has been done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why   the new vice mayor  Raelyn, has outstanding  warrants and  community  service pending, why nothing  has been done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  Mr  Vahar still runs loose and  even  managed to get  appointed on the  police force when he  was reported to attack Ms  Leslie,  again  nothing has been  done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that say the  police force is corrupt or  just  too understaffed to carry out the warrants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Beasts  vs Humans  who is to win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  personally have met some on the  beasts roaming the  Town, and i must say  they are willing to  help in any way possible, but keep getting blamed for all the  murders that have been happening .  In  fact there are some right on  your  police force. So  do they  commit or  protect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is  committing these murders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is  it  a beast?&lt;br /&gt;is it  a hired assassin?&lt;br /&gt;is it  someone who wants  everyone to  think  its a beast ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only  you the fine citizens of Rivet get answers these questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3815952879253362092?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3815952879253362092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3815952879253362092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3815952879253362092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3815952879253362092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/bee-in-your-bonnett.html' title='A Bee in Your Bonnet?'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5460580261255274069</id><published>2008-10-26T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:26:39.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth Moves for Rivet Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQVBzQ9ZR7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/mTTgwyWe9Mc/s1600-h/nobeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQVBzQ9ZR7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/mTTgwyWe9Mc/s320/nobeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684088633903026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The earth moved in a mighty seismic rumble in Rivet Town today, and when the dust cleared Rivet Town bridge had moved a good hundred yards east and Rivet Beach was gone! This intrepid reporter rushed to the scene and can confirm in a world first exclusive that not only is the beach gone, but she has pictures of the beach not being there! It's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic case of politicians fiddling while Rome burns. With all the talk of inquiries and action and stopping sinking from occurring the end result is.... Nothing. The bottom has fallen out of the the beach issue and all of Rivet Town is asking what will disappear next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5460580261255274069?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5460580261255274069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5460580261255274069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5460580261255274069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5460580261255274069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/earth-moves-for-rivet-town.html' title='The Earth Moves for Rivet Town!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SQVBzQ9ZR7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/mTTgwyWe9Mc/s72-c/nobeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-746698899049574071</id><published>2008-10-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:25:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Protest in Rivet Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SP_fwNxd23I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OgiPW0ly1fY/s1600-h/protest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SP_fwNxd23I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OgiPW0ly1fY/s320/protest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260168909215882098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With cries of "Down with the Mayor's Skirts!" and "Up with our skirts or down with our bloomers!" women held a colorful protest today against the recently introduced long skirt laws. Dressed in their bloomers and holding protest signs dozens of women gathered in the courtyard in East Rivet town to heckle and jeer the Mayor's new legislation, showing a shocking disregard for public order and a complete lack of respect for authority!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite some time since Rivet Town saw such a shocking scene of public lewdness and disorder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-746698899049574071?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/746698899049574071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=746698899049574071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/746698899049574071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/746698899049574071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-protest-in-rivet-town.html' title='Women Protest in Rivet Town!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SP_fwNxd23I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OgiPW0ly1fY/s72-c/protest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-4966370163394031762</id><published>2008-10-21T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:52:10.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivet Town Inventor's Expo Documented</title><content type='html'>My master and I were both so busy with organization and participation in the Rivet Town Inventor's Expo last weekend that neither of us had the chance to record and document it properly. We are therefore profoundly grateful to Mr Rafael Fabre of &lt;a href="http://voyagesofdrfabre.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Heliograph&lt;/a&gt; for this thoughtful and detailed article on the event which can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://voyagesofdrfabre.blogspot.com/2008/10/phenomenal-weekend-at-inventors-expo-in.html"&gt;Phenomenal Weekend At The Inventor's Expo In Rivet Town!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also thank Eladrienne Laval of &lt;a href="http://caledonstroll.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Stroll Through Caledon&lt;/a&gt; for her article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caledonstroll.blogspot.com/2008/10/rivet-town-inventors-expo.html"&gt;Rivet Town Inventor's Expo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank Mr Abel Undercity for his participation in the Expo the article in his blog &lt;a href="http://abelstales.blogspot.com"&gt;Two Fisted Tales&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abelstales.blogspot.com/2008/10/goin-down-to-rivet-town.html"&gt;Goin' Down To Rivet Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4966370163394031762?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4966370163394031762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4966370163394031762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4966370163394031762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4966370163394031762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/rivet-town-inventors-expo-documented.html' title='Rivet Town Inventor&apos;s Expo Documented'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-5612989908804733088</id><published>2008-10-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:57:25.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Protest!</title><content type='html'>(The following exciting pamphlet was handed to me by a woman on the streets of Rivet Town. Because I am conditioned to obey the laws of the land and respect the authority of the Mayor, I am utterly forbidden from attending such a gathering myself (unless ordered to by my Master), but nevertheless I feel it may be an event of some interest so I record it here. I like wearing long dresses. Bamika.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We, the woman of Rivet Town, demand equal treatment for the sexes.  We refuse to be confinded to the dangerous and doudy appearel of our foremothers. We refuse to hide our legs in shame.  We will wear pants, skirts, shorts and whatever else we want to wear.  We will not get our dresses caught in trains or be forced to stay hide our femine curves.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In protest we will meet in the courtyard on Wednesday the 22nd of October  at 7pm SLT to protest the unjust laws put in placed by the newly appointed mayor.  Wear your pants, short skirts, shorts or nothing at all and meet us there to demonstrate your show of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(In late breaking news I have just heard that noted Steampunk Fashion designer Miss Destany Laval - highly applauded participant in the recent Rivet Town Fashion Show - will give free underwear to female protesters at this event! It certainly promises to be a very interesting protest. Bamika)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-5612989908804733088?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/5612989908804733088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=5612989908804733088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5612989908804733088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/5612989908804733088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/women-protest.html' title='Women Protest!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2771454893826553768</id><published>2008-10-21T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:50:37.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Police Draft on Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the office of Mayor Grace Loudon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We need more police.  Therefore the lottery will be held TWICE a week until the crime rate slows. 2 citizen names will be drawn at each drawing. Draft positions will be for one week. Each draftee wiill be given special instructions and a symbol of the postion. First lottery to be held on Thursday evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2771454893826553768?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2771454893826553768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2771454893826553768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2771454893826553768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2771454893826553768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-police-draft-on-thursday.html' title='First Police Draft on Thursday!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3247948266130668800</id><published>2008-10-21T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:55:35.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mayor! New Laws!</title><content type='html'>In a shock electoral triumph this Miss Grace Loudon was elected Mayor of Rivet Town this morning. She wasted no time in enacting a raft of strict legislation designed to firmly curb the Situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you have elected me (Grace Loudon)  to restore law and order, I do not see the need to waste any time beginning the process of cleaning this town up. Here are  five laws that are hereby enacted immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  It is the mayor's right to create laws. When a council is chosen. Laws must be ratified by the council. Until then, all laws made by the mayor have temporary but binding jurisdiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. A draft into the police force is hereby enacted. Every two weeks aLL citizens will have their names places in a drawing for two weeks service into the force.  Any citizens who refuse to serve will spend time in jail until agreeing to serve. Citizens cannot "win" the lottery twice in a row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.  Unless a woman has a special permit, she must be in a long skirt or wear a long dress. This will assist in not enticing men to vile actions.  All permits may be obtained from the Judge at twenty dollars a permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.  All  serving and drinking of alcohol is prohibited. A special permit can be obtained for important functions. All permits may be obtained from the Judge at twenty dollars a permit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.  The Vice Mayor - the one with the second highest votes  - is responsible for enforcing all laws and managing the police force and the justice system as a whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.  Flying in town is prohibited on Sunday from 6 AM SLT to 10 AM SLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, speaking as a clone servant who has been surgically modified, brainwashed, programmed, conditioned and trained for obedience and respect for authority, I welcome these new measures. It makes me feel safe, confident and secure and happy when someone takes such stringent authority over me! I look up to Miss Grace with shocked and awed respect and admiration that is second only to the devotion I feel for my Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These laws are tough but uncompromising! Yes I will miss the occasional pint of stout at the Iron Head Tavern. Yes, I may occasionally trip over the hem of my long skirt and land in a puddle of mud on the street. But this is a small price to pay for freedom to obey and submit to authority! Miss Grace only wants to control us and have power over us! It makes me feel happy to have such a wonderful new chance to serve and obey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3247948266130668800?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3247948266130668800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3247948266130668800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3247948266130668800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3247948266130668800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-mayor-new-laws.html' title='New Mayor! New Laws!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-4722741009519533981</id><published>2008-10-19T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:17:49.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Loudon's Campaign Statement</title><content type='html'>My stance is simple and the same as it's always been.  Arrest the criminals and let me have the procedure performed on them, removing the node from the base of their brain and eliminating the criminal tendencies.  It's fine, it's harmless.  Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And contrary to what anyone may say, it does not cause brain damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4722741009519533981?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4722741009519533981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4722741009519533981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4722741009519533981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4722741009519533981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/grace-loudons-campaign-statement.html' title='Grace Loudon&apos;s Campaign Statement'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2950225665729763860</id><published>2008-10-19T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:19:47.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raelyn Diavolo's Campaign Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(From the candidate's platform statement, edited, reprinted with permission. Ed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:02]  Raelyn Diavolo walks from her office and to the podium, smiling brightly to the crowd gathered, "Thank you everyone for coming to my rally! It is much appreciated!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:04]  Raelyn Diavolo looks at each person invidually, smiling from ear to ear, "I had a speech prepared, but in light of recent events, I have decided to speka from the heart instead."&lt;br /&gt;[16:05]  Raelyn Diavolo clears her throat loudly, "May I just have a moment of your time to explain why I want to be your mayor...and to assure you that I -am- the right choice."&lt;br /&gt;[16:08]  Raelyn Diavolo: "As you all know, crime is at a terrible all time high. There have been more attacks on citizens in the past few weeks then ever. There is also talk of our lowered population, and how we can bring more people to Rivet, and also how we can make this town prosperous." She pauses and takes a deep breath, "I know each one of you loves this town as much as I do, and maybe more. When I was growing up, this town prospered and was indeed alive and booming. What has happened? Why did this town fall under?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:10]  Raelyn Diavolo glances around at the crows, "Are the citizens, in fact, not the ones who run this place? The squabble from the East Quarter and the North Quarter is not an issue. It seems -everyone- is getting along. What is the real issue then? The citizens know these issues. Why are they not being heard? Because there is not a chance for them to be heard!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:13]  Raelyn Diavolo ignores the ghost and continues on, "We should have town meetings so everyone can discuss issues pretaining to this town and think of viable solutions to fix these problems. Each one of you is important to this town, so why do you not get a voice to be heard? These meetings will allow for everyone to hear our problems, and will allow for everyone to vote on a solution for them." Her eyes flash with pride, "We will not be seen as second rate to Caledon and Babbage! We are just as wonderful as them."&lt;br /&gt;[16:15]  Subversive Writer: Miss Diavolo is the voice of the people! None will be ignored!&lt;br /&gt;[16:16]  Raelyn Diavolo continues on, "Along with town meetings, we will need to think of a solution to this crime problem. I believe I have the cause of it all." Her eyes go directly to Kelly, "Our police are understaffed and under appreciated. When I was attacked by the werewolf, it was Kelly who came into my hospital room and apprehended the thieves in there. Now- why is one of the thieves among us? Why is it that our police force also had Ender behind bars, but he was released and now on the streets? I will tell you why!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:22]  Raelyn Diavolo clears her throat loudly to be heard, "The reason for our crime rate is not because of our police force! It is because of the one who sentences these criminals with their so called 'punishment'!!! Who is the one who let the thieves walk around with mere leg shackles? Who is the one that just gave Ender community service! Our very own..Judge Rowland!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:23]  Raelyn Diavolo nods, "Our police force had each one of these criminals behind bars! Until the -judge- came along and released them with a mere slap on the wrist! How can you expect our police force to do anything with that man running amock! Do you want him as a mayor?!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:24]  Raelyn Diavolo: This man has no knowledge of how things are run! He even came to me asking him to take him to the trials of my clients in Caledon and Babbage so he could see how they work. Do you want this man coming to a mere thief and asking him how to be mayor? No!&lt;br /&gt;[16:26]  Raelyn Diavolo: Our problem is not with the police force. Who wants to be on their side when the judge comes in and ruins all of their hard work! We should -support- our law enforcers! They have been doing a damn, bloody good job until the judge has stepped into power and messed it all up!&lt;br /&gt;[16:29]  Raelyn Diavolo raises a hand, "There needs to be harsher punishments for these criminals. We need a judge who will be strict, or we need a mayor who can override his imbecile sentences and enforce harsher punishments! I have been attacked ever since I have announced my running for mayor! I do not want the same thing to happen to my fair citizens!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:30]  Raelyn Diavolo: Our town needs to be united! Through our law enforcers down to our hard working citizens! Why are we allowing this one man to do this to us? Vote Diavolo as mayor! We shall soon probably see a new election rise up for a -new- judge!&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  Raelyn Diavolo makes face, "Why should we raise taxes when they are already so absurdly high?!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  Raelyn Diavolo motions to the crowd with a frown, "What little people, Sandi? Our population is so low, we have to focus on getting the crime rate down, and increasing population. One step at a time! "&lt;br /&gt;[16:31]  You: Miss Rae.. you have said you wanted a place for our children... tell us your ideas...&lt;br /&gt;[16:33]  Nivaya Barbosa: Miss Diavolo, I agree that crime must be tackled with the highest priority, and we the citizens must be given our say, but what else can there be to draw people to our town?&lt;br /&gt;[16:33]  Raelyn Diavolo: Parents do not want to migrate to Rivet with all of this civil unrest and crime. We need to focus on one problem at a time. There will be another time and place to focus on getting a school built. That is what the town meetings will be for. I hope that is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;[16:34]  Raelyn Diavolo: We need to have better relations between Caledon and our sister towns. We need to hold socials and invite them to our town.&lt;br /&gt;[16:34]  Selina Vayandar blinks a bit. "are you saying that we are to decide what happens with the town at these meetings?" she asked, confused at the idea, obviously used otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;[16:34]  Nepenthe Sieyes nods in approval at this idea&lt;br /&gt;[16:34]  Raelyn Diavolo: Yes, Selina. You are to help decide what is to happen to this town. The citizens make up this town. Without you, this town is nothing but buildings.&lt;br /&gt;[16:35]  Raelyn Diavolo: As for the beach, I regret to inform you that nothing -can- be done against natural forces. I am not God, and for that, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[16:36]  Raelyn Diavolo shakes her head, "I'm afraid it is more than a sea wall can do. I am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;[16:37]  Raelyn Diavolo: Caledon is one of our sister towns. A beautiful place that we need to increase relations with.&lt;br /&gt;[16:38]  Raelyn Diavolo 's eyes scan the crowd, "If there are questions, I would like to answer them each indivually."&lt;br /&gt;[16:39]  Raelyn Diavolo: I am sorry, but I will not be taking questions from Three.&lt;br /&gt;[16:39]  You: What is your opinion on the Expo?&lt;br /&gt;[16:40]  Raelyn Diavolo: The Expo is a marvelous idea. It shall bring in invetors, scientist, and gown makers to this town. They will hopefully see our town, enjoy it enough, set up shop here, and ths create more job opportunities for the citizens.&lt;br /&gt;[16:40]  Nivaya Barbosa: With due respect, the spirit is /dead/, and not a citizen. When she was alive, she was, now, she is no&lt;br /&gt;[16:41]  Raelyn Diavolo looks straight at Harper, "I will not take questions from a ghost, because I do not believe in them. I am sorry if my beliefs are not to your liking."&lt;br /&gt;[16:41]  Selina Vayandar raises her hand. "Miss Diavolo, its well known that a werewolf attacked you, sorry to bring up the matter. However what do you think about...unnatural people residing in Rivet who are not with the intent of harming? Will they be treated the same as everyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:42]  Raelyn Diavolo nods, "I believe, Miss Vayandar, that they will have a difficult time fitting in, because of the recent attacks we have had. With proper education, I am sure we can slowly introduce them into our town."&lt;br /&gt;[16:42]  Harper Weezles: There are several citizens in this town who are not technically alive.....&lt;br /&gt;[16:42]  Raelyn Diavolo finally looks at MAx, "Were you not the one who has told me you are not a resident? Only someone programmed to stop crime?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:44]  Maximus Ecksol: "zz...i am not designed to state my own class in this town...but by current evaluation that you must be "avile" to be a resident...then my previous statment would be correct...z"&lt;br /&gt;[16:45]  Lesley Gravois: Max does something productive, I've yet see Miss Three do anything nearly as productive as being a police officer&lt;br /&gt;[16:45]  Raelyn Diavolo lets out a heavy sigh, "Max I do not believe in ghosts. Therefore, I will not take questions from that. There."&lt;br /&gt;[16:46]  Selina Vayandar turns around. "Are we done having a debate on what is alive or not? This is about a political candidate not on if something is real or not real or has intelligence, etc."&lt;br /&gt;[16:46]  Raelyn Diavolo: Please, be respectful.&lt;br /&gt;[16:46]  Raelyn Diavolo: Thank you, Miss Vayandar.&lt;br /&gt;[16:47]  Raelyn Diavolo completely ignores Harper and is rude comments be it IC or OOC. She focuses back on the crowd, "If there are no more questions. I shal conclude this rally and remind everyone to head to the tavern for rib night! Remember, vote Diavolo!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:48]  You: Miss Rae,,, another question /comment..&lt;br /&gt;[16:48]  Lucy Rust: mechanical devices and the issues at hand ... tries hard to not combine the topic in her head...&lt;br /&gt;[16:50]  Lesley Gravois smiles, "MIss Diavolo does have the art of Diplomacy, she handled the barbarians quite well"&lt;br /&gt;[16:50]  You: The question Miss Rae...&lt;br /&gt;[16:51]  Brie Felisimo agrees she handeled the Barbarians quite well&lt;br /&gt;[16:51]  Subversive Writer: Here, here! Without Miss Diavolo's actions against the Barbarians, the situation could have easily lead to open attacks across the town!&lt;br /&gt;[16:51]  You: "Will you accep tthe will of your people at your town metings?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:51]  Raelyn Diavolo nods, "THat is the point of the town meetings, Sandi."&lt;br /&gt;[16:51]  You: Right answer...&lt;br /&gt;[16:52]  Subversive Writer: Vote Diavolo!&lt;br /&gt;[16:52]  Nivaya Barbosa: Vote Diavolo!&lt;br /&gt;[16:52]  Raelyn Diavolo: The will of the people is always to be listened to! That is why we will hold town meetings to hear your questions and concerns out.&lt;br /&gt;[16:52]  Lesley Gravois: Vote Diavolo!&lt;br /&gt;[16:53]  Selina Vayandar: Vote Diavolo!&lt;br /&gt;[16:53]  Brie Felisimo Asks timidly.."Will the people be able to vote on the various issues at the town meetings, Miss Diavolo?"&lt;br /&gt;[16:54]  Raelyn Diavolo smiles broadly at Sandi, "And Bre, yes. The people will vote on key issues raised at these town meetings."&lt;br /&gt;[16:55]  Raelyn Diavolo laughs at Sandi's comment, "Vote Diavolo and now lets get some ribs!"&lt;br /&gt;[16:56]  Raelyn Diavolo steps down from the podium with a loud sigh of relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2950225665729763860?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2950225665729763860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2950225665729763860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2950225665729763860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2950225665729763860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/raelyn-diavolos-caompaign-speech.html' title='Raelyn Diavolo&apos;s Campaign Speech'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3378884660354450381</id><published>2008-10-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:21:04.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Rowland Larkham and Lady Pepper Collas' Capaign Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Transcript supplied by the candidate. Ed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME AND THANK YOU FOR COMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering why a couple,  have decided to  run a combined ticket for  mayor?  Why,  the Honourable Judge, and his wife  would  take such an arduous task, knowing the previous mayor was murdered trying to set things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, Pepper and myself,  believe the  crime of the  town is  out of control, and we  will not  tolerate any  more escalation. We  see the destruction  the  villains are causing.. the  countless fights, the  mayhem they  cause, and  yes, even the murders... We will see the  punishment   fit the crime, as per the  will of the  decent  citizens of both  north and  east equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Judge, I  have tried to  remain neutral in all the alleged offenses brought  before the courts, and have acted accordingly when dealing out the sentences, trying to be balanced to the accused and those they have harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you remember what  Rivet Town was like before all this took place? Can you remember the beauty our founder  Mordecai Snodgrass envisioned, or even the  vision  he had for the future of  this wonderful town? If he were here, what would he  say? Would he say, Rivet town is all he  expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  think not, we believe we can  make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our look for  Rivet Town's future: Why  is the shopping areas divided, and not centralized? We  believe  it can, bring  North and East together by putting the shopping  all in one location.  Whether it be North Town or  East, the people will know one place to shop. How  about  bringing more apartments, so  our fine Town  can prosper, and  grow more rapidly. If  we are  elected,  this could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't promise to repair all the  problems  Rivet Town has, but we will take each problem to  heart and work the best we can to fix it. We  could promise  all will be well within the  town limits, but that would be just talk. Actions speak louder than words. We  want  to  help  you, the people, with what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the police  force is a major concern..and that we need more patrols. We  won't  promise  miracles, but  will try to  help the police to recruit more  people, so that when we have  a need for them they  will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want Rivet Town to grow, to prosper, and most of all to be safe to walk the  streets anytime of day. We won't  promise to cut out  all the  violence, but  to  cut out  the instances one  trial at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, Rivet Town needs Leaders that  will be open to all people. We, Pepper and myself  believe  we are those Leaders. Show Rivet Town's progress by  giving us your support, and  votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honourable Rowland Larkham&lt;br /&gt;The  Baroness Pepper Collas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3378884660354450381?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3378884660354450381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3378884660354450381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3378884660354450381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3378884660354450381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/judge-rowland-larkhams-capaigne-speech.html' title='Judge Rowland Larkham and Lady Pepper Collas&apos; Capaign Speech'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7651997984977692448</id><published>2008-10-18T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:02:16.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamika, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPqwsqjD5EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uFe0Tj2Y_Oo/s1600-h/rivet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPqwsqjD5EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uFe0Tj2Y_Oo/s320/rivet1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258709796290552898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations and details of the Expo have kept me hopping, bu I have enjoyed every minute of it!  Many prestigious members of the scientific community have been asking me about my wonderful assistant.  When I tell them that she is a marvel of modern science they insist that I give them the whole story.  It is quite a long tale, but a tale well worth telling.  I will present it here in parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started some months ago when I arrived in Rivet for the first time.  The city was very nearly empty, but it was obvious that something great was on the horizon.  The town was being rejuvenated, people were moving in, and both commerce and industry were taking root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked my airship above the town and watched for a few months, I had many projects to catch up on and I wanted to be sure that I had found the right place to settle in for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first major event of the town was the election of our now dearly departed Mayor Miss Sibohan.  I supported Grace Loudon in the election because it was her family that started this gorgeous town and I felt it proper that she should be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Loudon and her daughter had a plan for ridding the town of it's seedy elements.  They wanted to introduce a scientific procedure to criminals that would correct their uncivilized ways.  There were some in the community who feared the repercussions of this procedure for many reasons.  Being a man of science I supported the innovative plan, but I still wanted some empirical evidence for my own peace of mind.  So I began a search for others who had done similar procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Miss Sibohan was elected and began forming committees to look into Rivet problems.  Meanwhile the crime rate grew and she promised to fix things.  But we all know that was not to be and now we are already seeking a second mayor!&lt;br /&gt;On a recent trip back from the Orient where I picked up another Airship for my collection (The Selene, by Carrah Rossini a marvelous ship!) I stopped off in London as I often do.  There while making some contacts with some European inventors that I associate with an advertisement caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;Galatea Enterprises Announces the Servant of Tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow's Solution to the Servant Problem today! Galatea Enterprises is pleased to announce demonstrations available to selected patrons of their new range of Artificial Servants. Genetically enhanced clones from the best parent stock available, surgically modified, programmed and conditioned for obedience and trained to perfection a Galatea Maid is delighted and overjoyed to serve her Master or Mistress. The Perfect Servant for the New Social Order - Workers who know their Place and strive only to please. Send queries to PO Box 7658 GPO London. Serious inquires only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few inquires led me to Dr Isaac Zeitzler.  I had a lengthy discussion with him and his agreed that while his process used the most scientifically advanced clones rather than real humans that his process was very similar to the one proposed in Rivet.  At first he wanted me to purchase one of his "maids" but I declined for personal reasons.  He then insisted that I take one on trial as a demo.  I agreed and I met Bamika at the Rivet Train Station a couple weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next installment I will describe our meeting and give an outline on some of the "operating instructions" that I was given.  At first everything seemed to be very logical and well placed, but from the start I started to have my doubts and concerns about Bamika.  Not that she was not worthy or capable mind you!  But that she may well be much more than even she knows!  But as I said, more on that later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7651997984977692448?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7651997984977692448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7651997984977692448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7651997984977692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7651997984977692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/bamika-part-1.html' title='Bamika, Part 1'/><author><name>CNCMan333</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GwLwiPtMTQ/TSsPsvp_gJI/AAAAAAAAABM/dFLLqirVNJo/S220/DSC03579.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPqwsqjD5EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uFe0Tj2Y_Oo/s72-c/rivet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2797247470878105530</id><published>2008-10-18T03:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:17:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Koltai's Campaign Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPm7esse7kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M5iDcOVyBgQ/s1600-h/susan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPm7esse7kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M5iDcOVyBgQ/s320/susan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258440175999970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From a record supplied by the candidate. I would love to receive and post the speeches of the other candidates too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, an election will soon be held. A new mayor of Rivet Town is to be elected. Your votes will count, you will decide in the end who it will be who will help to turn rivet town into a comfortable, safe and prospering place for all its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mayor is supposed to voice the interest of those in need and address the topics which affect those who suffer. The mayor is the person to give directions, which later on will decide to the good...or to the bad of the people of this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who prosper - the rich, the nobles of the town - would they need help to improve their standard of living further? Would they need the support of an alledgedly impartial political force to overcome dire and sore problems? Dear citizens of Rivet Town - there are indeed topics and problems which affect all of us - of the east and of the north the like. Crime, violence, the many and brutal killings, the shocked citizens of this island had to visit in the past weeks. Mysterious and threatening appearances. Those of the East have the same right to be protected of such mishaps as all other citizens of Rivet Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police needs the financing and the help of the decent and honest people so they can grant us the safety we crave and wish for in this town. But there are many more problems in Rivet Town. The rich would not worry about where to find the pennies to replace a window - nor where to find the pennies to spend on food. The rich people prosper. But there is the North - the home of the little people. The poverty and the daily hassles of many living there is deteriorating while the luxury in the east rises to unprecedented summits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I arrived my eyes could not avert from those gashing differences. While a small fraction of citizens lives on superior standards, the majority suffers. What did the political leaders of Rivet Town do in the past to tackle this? Did they even perceive the problems as problems? Was anyone voicing the problems of the little people? Did conditions improve or get worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last mayor of Rivet Town who passed away under such tragic circumstances was one of the east. She was good friends with the blessed - but was she ever seen to seek contact, to listen and to care for the poor of the north? Did anyone ever hear her bring up the incredibly bad standards of living of the population of the northern quarters? Not to my knowledge. But the weak are those who need a voice. Those who need help need a helping hand. Not those who have need help to get even more. Those thoughts inclined me to put in my application and to run for the mayors office. This very impression of imbalance and increasing decay of the living conditions of the worker class were my motivation. Those described problems I will give high priority if elected. Vote Susan - the voice of those in need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - once the odds are evened and also those of the north will manage to get their share, many of those problems shall vanish. Crimes are caused by those cruel differences...me thinks. You see - there will also be a residual crime rate. But those crimes caused by the people of the north &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sic. East was intended. Ed.)&lt;/span&gt;  are clearly due to their boredom. Once they will see to some decent work - also those problems shall go away to the largest degree. It is only a major factor and ...driver...if the differences are too vast. Of course, there is a plenitude of reasons for crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich - how comes they make so much money and major problems of this island are left unaddressed? Are they supportive enough? Indeed - as the wise man next to me states - taxes shall help to obtain the means which allow for appropriate actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, will you ask do I plan to improve the situation? What would a young and badly educated housekeeper be able to do? Honesty, impartialiality, objectivity. A fresh wind, fresh ideas and unconventional thinking and actions are what I consider my strengths. I am not bound to social liabilities. I am free in all aspects and can do as I feel is right without stepping on the toes of longstanding allies and those of my social class. I am the new broom to sweet the dust and cobwebs in this village away. Vote Susan - the independent mind who will judge by facts and not by loyality to a small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, indulge into details - I could mention this and that. But what more would it be than impressing with facts? Instead I give you the opportunity to raise questions about the matters you wish to obtain answers and I shall explain, I shall give my view on things and I shall see if I find answers which you deem satisfactory. For I am Susan - not only the voice of those in need but also the ear - which listens to those who have something to say. I am the brain to think and make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you asked about the island. I shall of course tend to its..vanishing state...but the scientist need to provide the fact - an analysis - so we have a good understanding of the effects and can think about solutions. Not one person will be able to overcome all the problems we have - it needs to be a joined effort which will serve the greater good of all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the police will benefit from the increased fiscal income. For they only fight the symptoms, not the cause. Education - schools, public Libraries - also in the northern part of town - those are few of the ideas I have in mind. Health care affordable to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No - those who deserve an income shall also keep the merits of their dire labor. But those who have high income will also need to contribute their share. I think of a ....luxury tax...amongst other taxes...of maybe...50%. You all have one vote. And the majority can now decide based on the information I gave you all. We shall see if my views on things shall enjoy popularity or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoil your money? Do you think the education of the young citizens of the Northern quarters qualifies to the term 'spoiling money'? I shall also grant the means to have the police establish a new department which investigates tax evasion. Some mentioned corruption of the police earlier. Now I ask all you fine people. Who could afford to corrupt the police? Those who only have enough pennies to buy the days bread...or....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not confirm or disconfirm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sic) &lt;/span&gt;corruption of the police. At my current knowledge I am inclined to think that those are only rhetorical figures of a group of people who pursue some interest with it. Maybe to weaken the police further so some activities would go unnoticed. Once I would be elected, I would have the position to look deeper into matters. For now I can only state on the base of information I have, which is that of any citizen in this town. Need to cook dinner now for my employers. Be safe all you fine people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2797247470878105530?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2797247470878105530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2797247470878105530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2797247470878105530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2797247470878105530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/susan-koltais-campaign-speech.html' title='Susan Koltai&apos;s Campaign Speech'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPm7esse7kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M5iDcOVyBgQ/s72-c/susan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-377231400893486250</id><published>2008-10-17T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:24:52.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventors Expo - Speed Building Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPlIUaDAoxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jwSd_qfHF9w/s1600-h/speedbuild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPlIUaDAoxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jwSd_qfHF9w/s320/speedbuild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258313555358294802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First place Miss Selkel Felwitch, Second Place Viscious Aeon, Third Place Carrah Rossini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-377231400893486250?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/377231400893486250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=377231400893486250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/377231400893486250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/377231400893486250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/inventors-expo-speed-building-contest.html' title='Inventors Expo - Speed Building Contest'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPlIUaDAoxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jwSd_qfHF9w/s72-c/speedbuild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2032746012657655829</id><published>2008-10-17T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:40:55.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Show Triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPksnYU1d5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qLdFAWLK97c/s1600-h/fashion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPksnYU1d5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qLdFAWLK97c/s320/fashion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258283094988126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rivet Town Fashion show was held at 4pm today - Friday 17 October 2008 SLT. The show was a triumph for all concerned with four different Steampunk and Victorian labels working together to promote their product, and a dozen models showing off the finest in steampunk fashion innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank all of the models who participated, the fashion designers and their labels, my Master Dr Harper Weezles who organized the Expo and funded the fashion show with generous donations, The Show Must Go On Theater Company for organizing the music, and everyone who participated, contributed, donated, or attended the event. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture: Models pose for the camera after the Fashion Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fashion Show Contributors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO27NUoQxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUJNRFHpU8w/s1600-h/prelude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO27NUoQxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUJNRFHpU8w/s320/prelude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255062177761510994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Laughing%20Academy/77/148/23"&gt;Prelude&lt;/a&gt;. Victorian, Edwardian, Regency, clothes, outfits, gowns, hats, umbrellas, purses, jewelry, furniture, gothic,  doll, wedding, shoes, deco, housing, gardening, custom services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arundel Designs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO24AZZ8jCI/AAAAAAAAADw/qZ0N5Fuxvuo/s1600-h/arundel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO24AZZ8jCI/AAAAAAAAADw/qZ0N5Fuxvuo/s320/arundel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255058657170459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Glengarry/145/218/26"&gt;Arundel Design&lt;/a&gt;. Victorian and Renaissance costumes, clothing, furniture. Fine textures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuschia's Frocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO21EWSv0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/z9kScl4BHh0/s1600-h/fuschia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO21EWSv0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/z9kScl4BHh0/s320/fuschia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255055426519552002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Wellsian/211/173/40"&gt;Fuschia's Frocks.&lt;/a&gt; A pixie, her clothing emporium and an outhouse for her husband. Tea and cake always available, plus free outfits for gents and ladies. Owned and managed by Fuschia Begonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unzipped and Steam Powered Nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO7-xxS1y0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6uqGpeM6RAY/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO7-xxS1y0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6uqGpeM6RAY/s320/nuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255417946187352898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/FairChang%20Steam%20Isle/128/119/32"&gt;Unzipped and Steam Powered Nuts.&lt;/a&gt; Largest selection of Industrial Steam Punk outfits, armor, boots, dcs2/warps guns &amp;amp; blades, combat vehicles. Victorian, Rogue, Badlands, Nemesis, Nocturnum, Chrono, Nomad, Post Apocolyptic, Vampiric hybridized styles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2032746012657655829?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2032746012657655829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2032746012657655829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2032746012657655829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2032746012657655829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/fasshion-show-triumph.html' title='Fashion Show Triumph'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPksnYU1d5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qLdFAWLK97c/s72-c/fashion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-7729885355504336221</id><published>2008-10-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:54:37.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Lesley Gravois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPd_175ZWoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyLJZYvQzGA/s1600-h/lesley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPd_175ZWoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyLJZYvQzGA/s320/lesley1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257811654566566530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master ordered me to meet and socialize with many people from different origins and social classes. In obedience to his orders I visited the Iron Head Tavern in North Rivet Town where I met Miss Lesley Gravois, the neice of the proprietor, Mr Sandison Winkler. I asked Miss Gravois the following questions to better understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your origins? How did you come to be working in the Tavern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm originally from London, England. I worked as a govorness for the Sinclair family until recently. I thought that Rivet Town would be a nice place to settle down. My father wrote to Uncle Sandison asking him to give me a helping hand until I was able to support myself. Uncle Sandi was kind enough to let me stay on his airship and give me a job at his tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are your ambitions? Where do you see yourself in five years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ambitions? Well, I love teaching... children are, after all, part of our future and what kind of future would it be if they aren't educated correctly? While I'm grateful for Uncle Sandi allowing me to work at his tavern, I would much rather find a job befitting a woman of my learning. I've placed an ad in the paper seeking employment as a govorness again. Although... in five years I would hope I could be a school teacher so I could teach more children instead of just one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your  favorite person you've met while while working here? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite person... I don't really like choosing favorites. Although I suppose that would have to be my Uncle. I hadn't seen him in several years before coming to Rivet Town. He's shown me nothing but kindness since I've arrived in town, giving me a place to stay and a job at the tavern... yes, I would have to say that my "favorite person" I've met here would have to be my Uncle, Sandison Winkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Rivet town is a lower class neighborhood filled with miscreants and disreputable characters. As a woman do you feel vulnerable working here? How do you cope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do indeed Bamika. I never know if one of the patrons of the bar is going to try and mug me or rob the place, so I do my best to show kindness to each person I see in the tavern. With all the attacks lately on other residents of the town I recently bought a small pistol for protection. While it is most unladylike to be obviously armed, this pistol is easily secreted away on my person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've observed a remarkable range of people socializing at the tavern, from Lords and Judges to common workers, gypsies and even members of the criminal classes. How do you account for the tavern's popularity with such a broad range of society?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's easy! The good drinks, food, and service! Well, that and possibly because the resturant in the East Quarter has gone out of business, I hear. Other than that, I would also have to say that my Uncle's delicious ribs are also a cause, every Thursday night is rib night after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recently you were attacked by a madman and threatened with a sword. What was that about? Why did he attack you? How did you react?  (Miss Lesley looked visibly shaken at this question, making me sorry that I'd asked!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... was a horrible experience. One I would rather put behind me you understand. It's quite a blur actually... the man was drunk and stricken with grief over his missing wife. I reacted quite foolishly.. Miss Barbosa said I acted brave by standing up to the man... I think I fainted after my Uncle, Mr. Writer, and Miss Razor talked him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you concerned about all the recent warewolf attack? I'm scared to death personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought the stories were over active imaginations... that was before I saw such a beast with my own eyes. I was present when Miss Diavolo was dragged out of the tavern by the beast. Sadlly I was the only one there.. if someone else had been there I beleive perhaps she wouldn't of been so badly maimed. My dear woman, scared does not begin to describe how I feel about the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anybody special in your life? Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone... special? I... well I mean I suppose I slightly fancy Mr. Writer... such a queer man he is... Not to mention very passionate about the things he does. I wish him the best of luck at the up coming Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for your time, Miss Lesley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-7729885355504336221?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/7729885355504336221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=7729885355504336221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7729885355504336221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/7729885355504336221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/miss-lesley-gravois.html' title='Miss Lesley Gravois'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPd_175ZWoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DyLJZYvQzGA/s72-c/lesley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-4660006506665747157</id><published>2008-10-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:46:27.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Weezles Reviews the Exhibits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPdvNJC5N2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3t3aebqYkk0/s1600-h/harper6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPdvNJC5N2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3t3aebqYkk0/s320/harper6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257793361535383394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Master Doctor Harper Weezles reviewed the Inventors Expo exhibits assembled on Rivet Beach. He's so dignified and commanding! I love him so much! Doesn't the simple sight of him make you want to serve him and please him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-4660006506665747157?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/4660006506665747157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=4660006506665747157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4660006506665747157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/4660006506665747157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/doctor-weezles-reviews-exhibits.html' title='Doctor Weezles Reviews the Exhibits'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPdvNJC5N2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3t3aebqYkk0/s72-c/harper6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3611466544571821299</id><published>2008-10-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:27:34.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam Sky City: Interview with Fogwoman Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPWu5hq2iaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/THNd1DJbKQ0/s1600-h/fogwoman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPWu5hq2iaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/THNd1DJbKQ0/s320/fogwoman1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257300443338803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master recently commanded me to socialize and speak to people of all backgrounds and social classes. In that interest I traveled by airship to a party in Caledon at the &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Steam%20SkyCity/109/215/76"&gt;Steam Sky City&lt;/a&gt;, where I met Miss Fogwoman Gray. SteamSkyCity is a massive flying city made of iron and steel. I've certainly never seen anything like it and I hope that my readers might find it of interest too. In an attempt to find out more I asked Miss Gray the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL URL: &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Steam%20SkyCity/109/215/76"&gt;SteamSkyCity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is SteamSkyCity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam SkyCity is a Dream brought to life. Guvnah Desmond Shang imagined a wonderful flying city, filled with life. This dream was made manifest by many talented individuals as well as our Guvnah. The City was recently honored by the Citizens of Caledon as the 2nd Wonder of Caledon during the 8 Wonders of Caledon competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was SSC launched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam SkyCity officially opened May 1, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a giant steel city in the sky - What keeps it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four large rotors provide all the lift needed to keep our city airborne. Rumours to the contrary are lies put out by our enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steam SkyCity is very safe. Landing gear deploy whenever the rotors are stopped. We patrol constantly to ensure mechanical safety, and to provide security to our visitors. Nobody has been reported missing from Steam SkyCity in recent months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would happen if the rotors failed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rotors have never failed. Should the unthinkable happen, there is a failsafe in place that causes the landing gear to automatically deploy. I would like to clarify that certain rumors and doctored photos claiming to show that the rotors were stopped and the landing gear up while the city continued to float are fabrications. There are NO stores of smuggled cavorite in the city, and these photos prove no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do people do on SSC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live here, have shops, many of our prominent practitioners of the Sciences have laboratories here. Caledon Forums have offices here. There are stores, taverns, a freebie emporium, and many places to explore on the island below.  All law abiding citizens, no piracy or shenanigans in our City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please tell me a little bit about yourself. Who are you? Where do you come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came from the Far North. My Uncle Dorian suggested a change of climate after the burial of my fourth husband, who died a short time later. He prescribed a change of scenery to distract me from my grief. After wandering the Grid for a year, I determined to make a home in Caledon as I had grown quite fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What drew you to Caledon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, the Covenant was the main attraction of Caledon for me. I wanted to live in a place that was governed by such a reasonable and thoughtful Despot. I had thought to have a small cottage with a garden, and was a bit disappointed when Des brought me to Steam SkyCity, but soon fell in love with the city and it's people. Now I live here full time by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are persistent rumors that you have been involved in cloning the Guvnah of Caledon: Mr Desmond Shang. What's that all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guvnah is an avowed Virgin, and as such the continuity of the Shang line is in danger. I have simply done my duty to the Empire to ensure that the Shang line does not die off. The initial problems that were reported were due to some frankly sloppy lab techniques on the part of my late assistant. Eldrich and Vorpal DNA are very persistent and must be thoroughly removed before the test tubes are reused. Fortunately none of the resultant defective clones survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any truth to the story that you manage Mr Shang's secret catgirl dungeon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guvnah Shangs Innocence is a matter of public record. I am not at liberty to divulge how he persues his Recreation. I cannot confirm the existence of ANY facility on Aether Isle where such recreation would occur, if it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a misunderstood dark genius, and a woman of science, do you face any unthinking prejudice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the prejudices have been due to my unorthodox methods of specimen collection, as well as the high turnover among my staff. Science is a dangerous, messy business and sacrifices must be made. I ensure all my staff have no dependents or next of kin when they come to work for me. Science must be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've been involved in an organization called the Young Women's Caledon Association - YWCA - what is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Women's Caledon Association (YWCA) is a group for people new to Caledon who would benefit from having mentors to assist them with negotiating our Society or SL as a whole. It was originally set up as a residence as well. Now the Aft Commons have a home spot and sitting rooms available so the residence is no longer needed. We have regular activities and most of our mentors would love nothing better than a shopping excursion to fit out a new resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are such charitable ventures really in character with your more, um, evil,  schemes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the assistance of a defrocked Tibetan Lama I have calculated the exact karmic balance required to continue reincarnating in my current form.  I will not confirm how many times this formula has succeeded to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any final words you'd like to say to visitors to SteamSkyCity? What is the unmissable attraction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come and visit us. Spend many lindens, and consider our Chimney Sweep apprenticeship program for your children. There are so many attractions....but the Steampunk Astral Projector on the South end of Aether Isle can be a Transcendent experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miss Fogwoman Gray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3611466544571821299?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3611466544571821299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3611466544571821299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3611466544571821299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3611466544571821299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/steam-sky-city-interview-with-fogwoman.html' title='Steam Sky City: Interview with Fogwoman Gray'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPWu5hq2iaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/THNd1DJbKQ0/s72-c/fogwoman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-2225251818676783635</id><published>2008-10-11T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:42:49.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rivet town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warewolf'/><title type='text'>When Will The Madness End?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPE2NuJovSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/byl3xZEcA00/s1600-h/raelyn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPE2NuJovSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/byl3xZEcA00/s320/raelyn1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256041849472728354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Terror in North Rivet town tonight with screams and blood and rumors of a another warewolf attack! Miss Raelyn Diavolo lies wounded in her hospital bed after a previous attack by the same deadly beast. Mr Ender Vaher has run mad, threatening barmaids with swords, possibly murdering his wife (twice) and fleeing from police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Raelyn was earlier chased from her hospital bed by this madman, threatening her recovery in a shameful display of madness and terrorism. In breaking news I can report that Mr Ender himself has been attacked and now lies close to death! Prior to the attack there are reports of a strange grey skinned woman running through the streets with an axe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these "warewolves" that threaten our peace and public order? Are they supernatural beings or simply people suffering from a contageous disease such as rabies? When will the authorities act? When will this menace to society be removed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizens and residents of North Rivet town want to know: What are the authorities doing about this? When will the madness end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-2225251818676783635?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/2225251818676783635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=2225251818676783635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2225251818676783635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/2225251818676783635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-will-madness-end.html' title='When Will The Madness End?'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SPE2NuJovSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/byl3xZEcA00/s72-c/raelyn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-3708719524691097492</id><published>2008-10-09T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:11:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivet Town Fashion Show Contributors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rivet Town Inventors Expo&lt;br /&gt;October 17-19 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An exhibition honoring inventors and innovation in a Steampunk world.  Contests - Linden $ Prizes, Social Events, Building, Fashion, Innovation, Roleplay...  Come to Rivet Town as we show off our Sim and honor the innovation of our builders and inventors.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;An important part of our Expo is the fashion show, celebrating Victorian Steampunk fashion and clothing design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. The show will be held in the yard at the Steamworks Metal Factory in &lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Rivet%20Town%20Northeast/118/161/24"&gt;Rivet Town North&lt;/a&gt; on Friday 17th October at 4pm SLT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO27NUoQxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUJNRFHpU8w/s1600-h/prelude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO27NUoQxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUJNRFHpU8w/s320/prelude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255062177761510994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/The%20Laughing%20Academy/77/148/23"&gt;Prelude&lt;/a&gt;. Victorian, Edwardian, Regency, clothes, outfits, gowns, hats, umbrellas, purses, jewelry, furniture, gothic,  doll, wedding, shoes, deco, housing, gardening, custom services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arundel Designs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO24AZZ8jCI/AAAAAAAAADw/qZ0N5Fuxvuo/s1600-h/arundel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO24AZZ8jCI/AAAAAAAAADw/qZ0N5Fuxvuo/s320/arundel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255058657170459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Glengarry/145/218/26"&gt;Arundel Design&lt;/a&gt;. Victorian and Renaissance costumes, clothing, furniture. Fine textures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuschia's Frocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO21EWSv0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/z9kScl4BHh0/s1600-h/fuschia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO21EWSv0AI/AAAAAAAAADo/z9kScl4BHh0/s320/fuschia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255055426519552002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/Caledon%20Wellsian/211/173/40"&gt;Fuschia's Frocks.&lt;/a&gt; A pixie, her clothing emporium and an outhouse for her husband. Tea and cake always available, plus free outfits for gents and ladies. Owned and managed by Fuschia Begonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unzipped and Steam Powered Nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO7-xxS1y0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6uqGpeM6RAY/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO7-xxS1y0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/6uqGpeM6RAY/s320/nuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255417946187352898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slurl.com/secondlife/FairChang%20Steam%20Isle/128/119/32"&gt;Unzipped and Steam Powered Nuts.&lt;/a&gt; Largest selection of Industrial Steam Punk outfits, armor, boots, dcs2/warps guns &amp;amp; blades, combat vehicles. Victorian, Rogue, Badlands, Nemesis, Nocturnum, Chrono, Nomad, Post Apocolyptic, Vampiric hybridized styles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-3708719524691097492?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/3708719524691097492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=3708719524691097492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3708719524691097492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/3708719524691097492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/fashion-show-conttributors.html' title='Rivet Town Fashion Show Contributors'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SO27NUoQxlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SUJNRFHpU8w/s72-c/prelude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-8419075387712844821</id><published>2008-10-07T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:25:22.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers Reunited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOv9Obzc4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iluYivlW0Q0/s1600-h/reunited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOv9Obzc4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iluYivlW0Q0/s320/reunited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254571814681371010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild reports have circulated these last few days that Mrs Magdalenamarie Morrisey had dissapeared and that her new husband, Mr Ender Vaher was responsible for... not to put too fine a word on it... her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;murder!&lt;/span&gt; It is said that Mr Ender went so far in his grief as to threaten a barmaid with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This correspondent can now conclusively put the lie to these false reports with photographs of the lovers' emotional reunion in the Iron Head tavern this evening. It appears that Mrs MagdalenaMarie Morrisey was trapped at sea when a steamer broke down and was simply inocommunicado and not dead at all. I'm sure everyone will be pleased at this happy news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7394943162260267553-8419075387712844821?l=steampatent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/feeds/8419075387712844821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7394943162260267553&amp;postID=8419075387712844821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8419075387712844821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7394943162260267553/posts/default/8419075387712844821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steampatent.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovers-reunited.html' title='Lovers Reunited!'/><author><name>Bamika Easterman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822660474183974248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOOCzFmQU2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/sFcNOO4PIHs/S220/bxfront.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOv9Obzc4YI/AAAAAAAAADM/iluYivlW0Q0/s72-c/reunited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394943162260267553.post-1324102488984457595</id><published>2008-10-07T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T05:17:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivet Town Inventor's Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOtSmRhD_jI/AAAAAAAAADE/QODuztZx_8c/s1600-h/harper5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IJtz3Jv2tko/SOtSmRhD_jI/AAAAAAAAADE/QODuztZx_8c/s3
