Sunday, September 20, 2009

Fruits of the Harvest

Since the apple harvest in Steelhead was so abundant this year, I have been forced to reduce all products containing apples in my shop to L$50. The prices have been changed in the vendors, to reflect this sale. So, the apple pie, apple crisp, caramel apples, candied apples and apple cinnamon muffins are available at this lowered price. Enjoy the fruits of the harvest!

Froggy Went a Courtin'

Last night Edward and I attended the Babbage Ball, the theme being soot black. I managed to cobble together a gown from various bits and pieces as I discovered, much to my dismay, that I have a complete and utter lack of black formal ballgowns in my wardrobe.

Upon my arrival, after the usual friendly greetings, the Baron told me that I had just missed a most....happy....announcement. Apparently, Dr. Oblensky is getting married. I had no idea he would have had time to go courting, having just arrived back from wherever he was at. The lady in question (and I cannot recall her name for the life of me, my apologies) seems to be a demure, polite lady with above average physical attributes as well. No one seems certain how Dr. O could have charmed such a fine lady, since he isn't known to be a sweet talker by any stretch of the imagination. I hope for her sake an unfortunate explosion or train tracks are not in her future. At this point, I have no idea of where the bride is registered, and rumour is the date is set for October 31.

The ball itself was enjoyable, as they usually are. Mr. Bats Enoch provided excellent music and a group photo was taken as well. It reminded me of the Steelhead photo we had done years ago, only with a few more people (and everyone wearing black).

After the ball, Edward and I returned home to discover that we have new neighbours. I will have to go over with a plate of cookies and welcome them to the neighbourhood!

Monday, September 14, 2009

It's good to be back!

After some delay and a bit more fretting than I would like to do, I'm pleased to announce that I am able to get in world once again (in no small parts thanks to the efforts of my dear brother and sister-in-law....thanks again you two!!!).

I've still not received an official reason why I was banned, from what Tensai was able to gather, one of my addresses got caught by mistake when they were blocking the griefer. It is very frustrating when you've done *nothing* wrong, not broken any of the many rules that govern life in SL and yet you are punished. Thankfully, it was correctable and I'm very happy to be back in world.

Thank you to all of you for your kind words and outrage at my mis-treatment. I greatly appreciated it, more than you realize.

Now to attend to the changing of the seasons!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I've been BANNED!!!!!!

Last night my typist decided she'd best get me in world for a little bit in order to attend to some gardening duties in Steelhead as well as Edward's shop in Caledon. Imagine her surprise when an error message appeared stating that she was not able to access Second Life from her computer. She logged in a support ticket and then contacted some people who might be able to get to the bottom of this issue faster than she can.

Apparently, I'm banned because of some griefing issue where some of my "scripted objects" (what a thing to call my lovely cakes, muffins and cookies!) were in a sim that was griefed. Apparently, LL in it's wisdom believes that I could most likely be a griefer. I've been on the grid nearly 3 years and now, apparently, they believe I've taken up a life of crime.

My typist has sent in all the relevant information to get my named cleared, but as of this morning, I'm still unable to get in world. I do hope LL is attending to this matter with diligence and speed. Fuzz, thank you for the delightful love letter to LL, feel free to fire another one off anytime.

Until my name is cleared, take care and I hope to see you all in world soon!!!!! (Oh, and Edward, please remember to feed the cats and water the flowers, thank you! :-) )

Christine McAllister Pearse