tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66418119146577189942024-03-14T09:14:10.526-06:00Diary of a StickmanKarl Greensteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02124943632891516276noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641811914657718994.post-19164889883199148632009-05-09T05:06:00.002-06:002009-05-09T05:28:20.324-06:00Been awhile...<div align="left">It's been some time since I've blogged even though much has happened. Just haven't taken the time to write anything. I have a few photos but have been slacking on those as well. Someone needs to make something blog worthy happen. :P Images now have clicky thumbnails for fullsize goodness.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=clowns_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_clowns_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Jacked up clown house visit with Kit.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=parry_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_parry_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Fencing. Kit - 1 Karl - 2<br /></em><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=scuba_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_scuba_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Scuba diving for MerKits.<br /></em><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=sittinonboobies_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_sittinonboobies_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Ummmm yeah.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=treesittin_002.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_treesittin_002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Kit and I sittin' on a tree at Imdy's store.<br /></em><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=sticky_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_sticky_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>I r gud artist.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=sailin_001.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_sailin_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/?action=view&current=sailin_002.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr347/Trans_Am99/SL%20Stuff/th_sailin_002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Privateers Kit, Seven, Vampy, Imdy, and Captain Two Pegs sail on the Norwegian Brig "Sea Monkey".</em></div>Karl Greensteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02124943632891516276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641811914657718994.post-83916559001750831452009-04-20T08:20:00.010-06:002009-04-20T17:15:47.949-06:00Down the rabbit hole.The weekend was a nutty one, starting with the usual listening to Imdy's set at SR and the insanity that insues there. Friday night Vampy pulled Imdy and I along with her on the Bunny Hop. I have lots of basically useless items that I need to go through now, but I had fun hanging out with friends and making fun of people for not being able to find eggs.<br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783399508841826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTtmYA4HTMt_Vxlm6GXAzhniaaMp8KZ-2lY242ynCKc8G07D_nw3iMxt_2StNFM78T42XKPYHNk4E61zTBu6iljzpZ7iGiL-pQ7Y-mCunC8ajAsTzHhVKiO88ohLsWrWsEpSRWXyEOFvi/s400/humpages_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Who knew that searching for eggs could lead to orgies?</span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326779914990616466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5NfaBrOub1WIAETNTuWFdyj81sj_y9LH51n1WizsPUrhgORQ3eK5ckUCiI0fYOJpOMxhXrFybE2nKPmp2wKF08EDcZOahWkydkdKBRtEGWAsjQBdfz9AFUvI8uhNBPi1TbPBifOUJojA/s400/huge+bird_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>This huge bird ate Imdy and was still hungry for more!</em></span></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780455295288674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6hB3Yru5ko2gevYgY_MZM9kPl0sK-tAwXT-kKGyskJASYwGTUVeN_6gYvabm_i0xwVtep0FRxBwtdF1yR8Ng3bdM85Hr0TNgp9_DmA6xHDhGrx-G1b_0ad_nNmNAnqrLMMiM5v574R6q/s400/pee_001.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">When ya gotta go, ya gotta go....</span></em></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left">Saturday night, not so eventful but I did have fun at SR and staying up until 8 am talking to Kit. I made this shirt for her. While its totally noobified, it is pure win.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326781606419830434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHCZ8MuxydUt8IVz4hCVSQzHoruH27Xvg4X_-k82dk4ONic6LlmK-RnyPq-YMDP3HIuCD1DJEcTHABgVBocup8rHo4T5YzgrQ1pG4amjnm7E_80jrS5uF32ob0QojW0Z-sWhcTypfz8gQa/s400/bitchplease_001.jpg" border="0" /> </div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Yes, that is Laurence Fishborne in a cowboy hat with jeri curls. Bitch, please!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left">Sunday night started out with more item making for Kit, this time a fez hat. I really can't remember <em>why</em> she wanted one, but I was bored enough to oblige. After her shift at SR was over we headed to CrazyLeighs place to see a skybox he built. Very nice CL. As usually happens when people are standing there looking at eachother and doing nothing else, gestures and animations started getting played. CL pulled out some crazy floppy animations that made us all look like rag dolls. Soon after I was getting flying karate kicked off the mountain by Kit, which of course lead to me telling her what this is. THIS IS SPARTA!<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783400086813730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCe9gFmMs-khDgpjV2coczxeB0HUKrkw3uyAatKfLN4dXSO0TEYZmJ5Rp2mC97SYHIMalT9BgZj_gcULIR9wh-S2RMo3NoqsgdTpxANu6BHmTxaAocCaZeq_UbaT8MOXvr6nenMJUm8roP/s400/Snapshot_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><em>Who really knows whats going on here?</em><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Kit put on this rabbit eared hoodie she got from the Bunny Hop. I demanded I get one as well, so she brought me to the store and I picked one up. </span><br /></div></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783403519222162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcoXcfuIV8qx8K3_bKvia2lHkmDiN58td03b81ka1i-DH-chJOnhi9F4k9E-bgN3uDl4cRPKVUi7zBFK0NV_1llNgOMDvJ2rRNYs0oKRVdMS4An0bNZIRL53rZPxvhOABSpmlWRVoY4hY/s400/rabbits_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em>This is how we roll, bitches!</em></p><em></em><br /><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">After hanging out at that store for probably an hour talking, I started to wonder what the fuck we were doing there. Kit didn't like that I was too lazy to pick a place to hang out and insisted that I do so. I apparently took much too long though because she remembered somewhere that she really needed me to see. I forget the name of the sim...Bondage (something). We stood there in our bunny sweaters, not saying a word in open chat. Needless to say, for a sim that had over 40 avatars in it, ones like this were some of the best they had to offer.</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783404975776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYQrIQryMhjZ0bhYsPhoZgPuVXpSu9Dp_G0pi_LRiBlqP0yqDfe5PBtLq6X7R6ct3X4HqD5mb9O9AFeZQFUdi_ZHIqYEEenTOVZcrA_zcdzARF7wYX_S-DgYr5o9jTlWUrvhcFpK2UFLr/s400/boobs_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em>Damn blogspot and its small image size. The face on this...thing was just horrible!</em><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780340117228850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_PBDr8Km7Yag6wNE7fpYZgvt-sYtcd-KsSl5Nm4rAkPOmPdY8UgiLbasOWfTf764hIhnbT_ZYI4ZKtm3qwkoJcxCr4OjiA8XAvnVGn5vHQtb_ui8uNO1HlpWGip_oxHv_-Ql2Yxc2_GpZ/s400/LOL_001.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Apparently, getting stuck in a giant mouse trap and fucked from behind is a popular sexual position.</span></em> </p><p align="left"><br />The night ended at 8 am once again, with Kit goin out to do some early partying with her friends and me likely starting to get on her nerves a bit. I found this disturbing rabbit head in my "gifts" from the bunny hop. I think I'll wander around like this for a day or so.<br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326786253586376658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO__p4x8KUM9fJnNTPL025DwI8ZXOR9oT8JrqTk3Ibv5m4SrQlJ-WRewcYyxFoI8SIMh567ES_9cKAWNFXkZ3WU42lmRxImj_l9q1sHPwlXdV70jqGkTCOvFxBFQUGtfl_Cd0yjeXLXmk/s400/rabbit_001.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">And on the 8th day, God created Stickman. And it was horrible. Seeing that it was bad, God then placed a rabbit head on the Stickman. And it was good.</span></em><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Karl Greensteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02124943632891516276noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641811914657718994.post-31839308041957609292009-04-16T19:05:00.006-06:002009-04-16T19:40:32.580-06:00Gone Racin'<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxLoSHYei03lcod1cNfhK9XTukf5JDv-SsctI2VnJFNJxrShe8YCM9JT0ULQxAeGjgA_ukz0WdkJ0LDZD3Ww6HBmG8Rj1vYXxEpBNZE7qmuabBsbwnh2gBRn3aEyH5YXeOKTYb1kVHH8U/s1600-h/kokopelli_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461067827580802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxLoSHYei03lcod1cNfhK9XTukf5JDv-SsctI2VnJFNJxrShe8YCM9JT0ULQxAeGjgA_ukz0WdkJ0LDZD3Ww6HBmG8Rj1vYXxEpBNZE7qmuabBsbwnh2gBRn3aEyH5YXeOKTYb1kVHH8U/s320/kokopelli_001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Was bored the other night so decided to pull out my Porsche 911T I bought a few weeks ago and go drive on some tracks. The first stop was Kokopelli Raceway, which turned out to be a simple oval track. The build was nice enough though and the track wasn't littered with vehicles so I went down to the pits to rez my car. But what I found was beyond horrible.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325461481352835714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 473px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-3YXtuBYF8Uu_cbmZuVg7fznOmO07kFRmY1o3EQ1s-65V4rITFNzxs1OYnRheZKDIV0eSct7OnP5NFmLupACstiBuo_x8buPtRgsTw21zc3W2xTPrOA5s1nQcJIC89sIgx60AAJUo8iN/s320/stash_001.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>A reminder that 'staches shouldn't be worn in RL or SL. I don't think this picture captures the pure horror of the thing.</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>While driving, Vamperessa showed up and stood in the middle of the track where I promptly ran her over at 160 miles per hour. I picked her up and we did a couple laps then went elsewhere to find a road racing track. We found a sim, which name escapes me now, full of racing tracks. The first one was a F1 style track where I spent most of the time bouncing off the walls due to the insane speed the car can move at. After about 10 minutes of laps and ramming some slow girl driver off the track, I decided to give Vampy a try. Unfortunately my Porsche doesn't have guest driver privilages so I gave her one of my go karts I built ages ago. </p><p> </p><br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325469091001022962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_Loz15_PrvdXLqk30IZe2oYRmgiR5yNWLjtk8MM7da8lCkbX2DklOPmWQhKMQKllXUCp2oR-FiCFeymPEaRG7vgY1cAHFIAG8JDiVmZBSMg8rsOfH78pgLGqVdYkAbWcKePy1_JsNTZr/s400/racin_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p>Fun was had and Vampy got used to the go kart and got some nice lap times. We then went to the specially built go kart track on the same sim, where we raced about for awhile. After a bit of that it seemed Vampy was getting bored and she started trying to ram me, where I got the idea to search for a demolition derby. We ended up at the only one listed in search, where she promptly ran me over with the monster truck she was driving in. After getting my revenge and winning the second round, we ran next door to the bumper cars and bashed on eachother for a while. We found a teleporter which lead us to yet another track, where we drove go karts for a moment until Vampy got tired and went to bed.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>All in all a good night. Next time will need to wrangle up some more folks to make it even more interesting.</p>Karl Greensteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02124943632891516276noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641811914657718994.post-34247970054960656872009-04-14T03:04:00.000-06:002009-04-14T03:48:38.382-06:00FIRST!<div>First post. Yay. This crappy blog will give you a look into my wonderful life as SecondLife's original stickman. Since I didn't take any photos and nothing interesting happened today, heres a shot of me fishing at 7seas while wearing my dragon avatar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324481394654084850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbHV_dS0p08xAkLK6Sh4YDgVwPjuAYNjG_iqTEba1tcknDxqlwXI-1stPU2AyMJflGkUPcmCfzDl4rUSu5dYBR_G34p3brvFDJwuQZnIurgtuZhBcVj0gud-tU5nHvVjhfUhjUxPdVing/s320/fishin1_001.png" border="0" /></div>Karl Greensteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02124943632891516276noreply@blogger.com0