Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Death by Blurple



Death by Blurple, originally uploaded by ~sierra sugar~.
Yeah, we've all been there. Total death by blurple!

Somewhere in the mid-100s of the Fall 2011 Twisted Hunt. Beautifully twisted sim decorated with haunted forest, dead grasses, circling birds, windlight settings, fog, and a tree to hang yourself for a bit of a rest.


Location: #136 Filthy Things: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Froien/32/96/2

Skin: *League* Sia Fair Smoky -Frex-Cleavage
Hair: Magika - Poof (B&W: White)
Dress: ...:::Beautiful Dirty Rich:::... Destruction (Blue)
Boots: (SP) Diabolo Boots

Friday, September 16, 2011

Lovely in Latex



B&W Latex Graves, originally uploaded by ~sierra sugar~.


Join me every Friday Night @ 6pm - 8pm SLT for a Rock Party and Latex event with DJ Sierra Sugar @ Studio 777. Contest prizes each Friday include 500L + a 500L gift card to Kayliwulf Latex on each board (girls and guys).  Bring me your requests and be prepared to ROCK!


Skin: redQueen - [rQ]Pale@TYPE.o4-hairBASE-B.o2 (lightBROW)
Hair: Magika // B&W Pack // Sofia
Eyes: Poetic Color - pc eyes by LL - poison ivy - medium
Ears: *Dreams* Tied with a Bow Snowy White Twitchy Ear 1.2
Tail: Psychotic Neko - PN Extreme Corset neko tail
Top, belt, skirt: Graves G195 Hydra Dress - White
Undershirt & underpants layers: Graves - G05 3 Transparent Catsuits - Medium
Cyber Face Com: + ezura + DIGI Cyber Latex ex-11-03
Boots: Kojima Industries @ Fairlight - [KI] K-103 Hardsuit Boots - Stealth
Ears: *Dreams*
Tattoo: Eternal Misfit by *SKC*

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Beautiful Truth about Truth



Truth about Truth, originally uploaded by ~sierra sugar~.
Truth...

In the fashion world of Second Life the name Truth is synonymous with quality hair. The hair has been blogged several hundred times over the past couple years, but what isn't mentioned as frequently is the man behind the design: Truth Hawks.

No matter how perfect your product may be, if you fall short in the customer service department your profits will reflect that. Mr. Truth Hawks, however, has nothing to fear! Despite being exceptionally busy designing new hairstyles, photographing them, listing them in world and on the marketplace, as well as sorting through a surely mountainous pile of note cards and IMs, the man still has time to respond to his clientele.

Previously, I had purchased two beautiful new release hairstyles in the Black & White pack that contained a pure white color "Pearl" that I fell completely in love with. I later returned to the store to purchase some of my favorite styles (that I already owned in Reds) in the Black & Whites pack for this "Pearl" color. However, much to one little kitty's sadness, after returning home and unpacking my purchase, I realized the "Pearl" was not included in these older styles.

I hemmed and hawed, procrastinated, and chewed my lips and eventually gave in and sent Mr. Hawks a note card asking if this "Pearl" color was a one-time coloring for special hair, or only available with newer hair-styles? I didn't even really expect a reply much less the degree of customer service received.

Mr. Hawks graciously answered my note card stating the color was new and he hadn't as of yet recolored the older hairstyles to include this new "Pearl". He stated he would recolor with Pearl the two styles that I purchased recently and send them to me. I thanked him profusely for his time and effort, and offered to pay extra for this, to which he declined.

I didn't have a time table. I new he was busy, so I didn't worry about it any more. I just knew that I could find this gloriously beautiful Pearl in all his new styles and that was more than enough for me. A week later I received an offline from Mr. Hawks apologizing to me for not getting to the recoloring sooner, but that he was trying to add in the Pearl color to older hairstyles and update vendors. Instead he refunded my payment for the two styles that did not include the Pearl!!! This goes FAR beyond standard customer service. I would NEVER ask for a refund of something I purchased that wasn't what I thought it was. That falls under buyer be ware, etc...

Hats off and standing ovation to Mr. Truth Hawks for his courteousness, friendliness, punctuality and super outstanding customer service. Truth will continue to be a top shopping destination on my list.

Hair: >TRUTH< Mariposa - pearl
Skin: *League* Sia Fair FelineFemme -Frex -Cleavage
Eyes: Poetic Colors - pc eyes by LL - poison ivy - large
Lashes: Miamai - NoAlpha Lashes_N01
Freckles: L.Fauna - EXTRA FRECKLES [Tan]
Ears: *Dreams* - Tied with a Bow Snowy White Twitchy Ear 1.2
Dress: aDIVA Couture Just Gorgeous White
Pearls: Aly - Draping Pearl set
Shoes: :)(: Eve Temptation Shoes White V2
Couch: {What Next} - Just the two of us armchair

Monday, September 12, 2011

Faun's Midnight



Faun's Midnight, originally uploaded by ~sierra sugar~.

When the moon sits high in the evening sky its ghostly glow filtering through the trees, the shadows come to life dancing in time with every whispered breeze. In this hour, half way between the setting of dusk and breaking dawn, this is the magical midnight hour, a time for the frolicking of fauns. 
                                                             (c) sierra sugar 9/12/2011


Worn by both Lakea & Sierra:

Faun Avatar: Twisted Hunt prize from Deviant Designs
Skin: +Panda Express+: Oh! Deer (Lakea - tone 1, Sierra - tone 2)
Eyes: Poetic Colors

Sierra:

Wooden Fairy Wings: +Panda Express+ - ++PE++ OH DEER! Antler Wings
Horns: +Panda Express+ - ++PE++ OH DEER! Basic Antlers
Ears: +Panda Express+ - ++PE++ Wilted Elf Ears- Merlust
Tail: +Panda Express+ - ++PE++ OH DEER! Basic Tail
Hair: Damselfly - Jaqui (in Ruby Twilight)
Eyes: Poetic Colors -pc eyes by LL - poison ivy (Large)

Pose: !Bang - Smooshed
Photography: *SKC* Photography by Sierra Sugar

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Still Standing




The mourning sun glares on a street
once enshadowed
By Twin Towers standing as guardians
over Manhattan.
As dust and tears settle on a now
unfamiliar skyline
Their thunderous demise still
echoes the Nation.

Instead of bringing this great county
to its knees
We rise shaken and bruised, refusing
to admit defeat.
We join together as one
to show
A united front towards
a common enemy.
 
Our flag continues to wave, The Star
Spangled Banner continues to play
And prayers are lifted unto heaven
on Angels' Wings.
Today, amidst the rubble and chaos
brought to this land
We, The United States of America
proudly STILL STAND!
                                                          (c) sierra sugar 9/12/2001

Growing up I remember my parents talking about the assasination of John F, Kennedy and how even decades later they could perfectly remember even the smallest detail of that singular moment in time.  I couldn't understand it.  That is, not until September 11, 2001.

Ten years ago today I was married to an enlisted Navy man serving shore duty at Patuxent River, Maryland, which is located just South of Washington DC.  We lived on base and he worked on the electronics and radar systems for the F-18 fighter jets.  That morning, like any other morning we both were at work and the kids were in school, him on base and the kids and I off base.  That's when I heard the news.  A patient called to say she wouldn't be in, she was watching the news and a plane just flew into one of the Twin Towers in New York.  I couldn't wrap my brain around that concept.

I went to put the news on for my boss and I.  I remember standing there with my phone in my hand as I had called my husband but it just rang and went to voice mail.  I vaguely remember hearing his voice mail message, as if through a hollow tin can, as the second plane flew into the other tower.  When the first tower collasped, that's when my legs gave and I crumpled to the floor.  By the time I was finally able to make my legs work and stand both towers had collapsed.  I don't remember crying but my eyes burned and my cheeks were wet.  Every number I tried to call got some message about circuits being overloaded and the call could not be completed.  Being that close to DC I didn't know whether my husbands squadron was going to get called out.  My family and friends didn't know if we were ok.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone actually rang.  It was my husband.  He had literally two minutes to talk.  I remember him saying be quiet and listen.  Get the kids and get on base NOW, they are locking everything down.  No one in or out.  

My boss told me to go and I did.  I couldn't get through to the school but it didn't matter.  Cars were lined up, buses were loading kids already, and the office was in hyper drive checking IDs and signing kids out.  From that point it took me 3 hours to get on base as every car and person, kids included, went through a complete security check including metal detector and pat down.  They looked in cars, trunks, behind seats, used big mirrors to scan the under carriage of every vehicle.  Only those with valid military ID that showed they lived on base, or listed as critical crew were being allowed in, everyone else was turned away.  And at 6pm no one, living there or not, was getting on the base, period.  We were locked in for 3 days.

That night every navy wife and husband not on duty turned off their lights and sat in their front yards for a candle-light vigil.  Even the kids were solomn and still for that hour.  There was nothing we more we could do at that moment but pray and hope.  

For days we watched nothing but every video, news cast, interview, and heart-wrenching story from that fateful morning.  Until I finally couldn't take it anymore.  I turned the TV off and took the kids to the park on base.  Every moment of that day, every face seen on the TV, every tear, and every loss will always be etched in my memory.  And every day I am thankful that for all the heartache and loss that day, my family was spared.  I only wish so many others would have been as lucky.
Never Forget!

 

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Twisted and Cute



Twisted and Cute, originally uploaded by ~sierra sugar~.
Taking a break during the Twisted Hunt at the skybox hunt area of Lemon & Cream.
slurl.com/secondlife/Dead%20Drop/106/55/26.

The Fall 2011 Unseelie Twisted Hunt is well under way.  The hunt starts at DV8 and includes some 207 stores.  It is touted to be THE most difficult hunt to be found anywhere in Second Life all year. However, don't let that claim to fame stop you from participating.  It may be a difficult hunt with lots of decoys, prizes being moved, hypnotizing moving textures, and black and blue overload anywhere you go; BUT it is filled with some of the best gifts from all the stores in the hunt.  These are top-quality items well worth the time and effort to find them. Also, many of the participating stores have mini hunts within their stores with extra prizes, mazes to complete for more gifts, and gatchas and special gallore!  Take your time with this hunt and enjoy. Go with a friend or two, as two pair of eyes are better than one when trying to find the little blurple and black hellraiser boxes.  

Also, join the Twisted Hunt group ( secondlife:///app/group/73770da7-7d71-a54e-6e86-60a3e9281e07/about ).  THEY ARE A FANTASTIC bunch to talk with while you hunt!  Keep in mind this is an active and very social group.  There is always lots of talk and chatter, and not always on "topic". But that is the point. This is a very social, nutty, and overall friendly bunch of people.  They will often help with clues in chat, but will not tell you directly where the box is.

Skin: *League* Sia Fair FelineFemme -Frex -Cleavage
Eyes: Poetic Color: pc eyes by LL - poison ivy - small
Tattoo: Eternal Misfit by *SKC*
Whiskers: ::Jungle Voodoo:: ~Quietly's~ Neko Whiskers -Get Wild-
Ears: *Dreams* Tied with a Bow Snowy White Twitchy Ears 1.2
Collar: *GF* Fickle Heart Choker -white-
Top:*BOOM* Hope's Tank-Ocean
Shorts: *BOOM* Wei Shorts -Blue
Gloves: (TH special) *Bad Juju* Twisted Socks and Gloves
Antenea: (TH special) *Bad Juju* Twisted Antennae
Hair: (TH special) *Bad Juju* Twisted Hair-White

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Sounds of Silence


This time of year is easily the hardest time for me. It sneaks up on me every year. My emotions run high. My tears fall freely. I find myself angry and confused for no apparent reason. And then I realize what's going on. And even though it all makes sense, it doesn't make it any easier.

Labor Day weekend. In the US it's a long holiday weekend filled with football, cookouts, friends, family, laughter, time at the beach or lake, and fun. For many it is the last hurrah before they go back to school. For others it is a quick reprieve after the first one or two weeks of being back to school. For me? It is the last time I saw Teddy (Thor Bishop in Second Life) alive. Four years ago over Labor Day weekend I was up in Long Island, New York spending the week with him, meeting his family, and planning our future. I flew home the day after Labor Day full of hope and happiness. One month later I found myself on a plane back to New York for his funeral. It doesn't seem like it has been four years. And then again at times it feels like its been more than a lifetime. Throughout the year I remember him with laughter and smiles. I have said my goodbyes to him. I have packed away all but the most treasured memories and I have gone forward with my life. Yet, I find once again this time of year tripping me up and bringing me down. Four years.

Autumn is such a beautiful time of year. Throughout most of the country the colors start to change to rich reds, warm yellows, glowing oranges, and deep purples. The air is just barely starting to turn cooler, but the days are still sunny and warm. My mother loved the warmer months. The hotter the better. She lived to be outdoors in the sun. Autumn is when we lost her. Two years ago September 24th my mother lost her battle with cancer. Two years ago this time of year we were watching her struggle and slip away. Two years ago we were all in denial and silently preparing for the eventuality of her death. As much as we wanted to ignore it, wish it would go away, pretend it didn't exist, the cancer most definitely did exist and it was stealing my mother away breath by breath every day. I can still see the changes in her from each visit. I can still feel the frailty of her as I cared for her, helped her move, bathed and fed her those last days. Two years.

It doesn't seem fair for cancer to win so often. But it does, and it doesn't care how old you are. This time last year, yet again we were left helpless as we all watched my sister-in-law lose her fight with cancer. She was only a couple years older than me and had been fighting cancer for 4-5 years. When my mother died the year before she left behind a husband and three adult children. When the insidious cancer took my sister, she left behind a husband, one child just barely in college, and another still in high school. I was here, where I am most days, taking care of my patient unable to get away. I got the news of her passing and grieved her loss alone in silence. One year.

This time of year is hard. And I don't know where else to vent except for here. The above incidents are not the only things that have happened during September/October the past couple years, but they are the most significant. The others are just salt in already painful wounds. I was alone when I got the news that Teddy died. I sat all alone on the floor in an airport crying into a cell phone telling my dad. My best friend in real life didn't even know and when I tried to tell her she didn't understand, she couldn't. When my mother died I felt like I had to be the one to be strong because I watched as my brothers and dad were coming to pieces. I couldn't even express my pain for over a year, and even then it was over the phone to a long-distance friend who had never lost anyone and had no clue what I was feeling.

The past month here has been crazy with all sorts of repair work and technical problems. I am most definitely stressed and worn out. The past two days I've barely been able to hold the tears in when I'm on the phone or on the air. Music helps, distractions help, but they are not enough. When I hurt I tend to isolate myself. Hoping for someone, anyone to notice and reach out. In theory those that know me know this. Yet not one of them has taken the time to ask what is wrong. I reached out in sheer desperation to two different friends, just needing a little compassion and comfort to help me through what felt like the worst of it. One completely ignored me. The other told me to "get over it".

Why do I continue to put my faith in people? I like to think that when it counts I am a compassionate person. Honest and caring. Willing to listen and try to understand. Life experience has given me a lot, whether I wanted it or not. But it helps me relate hopefully to people around me. No one is perfect, we all fall short sometimes. But I would hope that when it matters I'm able to see through to someone's pain and be there for them. For those of you that perhaps I failed in this, you have my most heart-felt sincerest apology. And for those that know me know I tend to say "Everybody leaves". And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now, everyone's gone and I'm left sitting here completely alone.

If you listen to the sounds of her silence you'll hear the crash of tears as they fall. And if you look through the brightness of her smile, you'll see the shadows of sorrow in her heart. (c) 2011 Sierra Sugar