Wednesday, May 24, 2023

A Fun Busy Weekend

By Gemma Cleanslate

It was a fun busy weekend in Second Life for me. Saturday morning as usual I read the SL Newser and then I read The Gazette which is the newspaper of the BBB( Bellisseria Bureau of Bureaucracy) Group. I always read this paper on Saturday (after I read the SL Newser) when it is released because besides the news or interview that appears there it also shows the new locations for the passport stamps. I have been collecting the stamps for long time. There are stamp terminals all over the grid. It is great to visit so many new places . I often get ideas for articles by doing this.

I took time to attend a fishing contest. which I did not win or even get close but it was fun.
The big discussion in the Bellisseria Citizen Group was shopping. Dreamer Pixelmaid was passing out information on bargains which I had to go check out. Then it was time for real life running.

Sunday I attended three events . The first was a visit to the always huge Bay City Anniversary celebration. I am sorry to say I missed the parade but got to the great party. DJ GoSpeed Rasere (GoSpeed Racer) was spinning tunes when I arrived and after greeting all I hopped on the fun conga line they have there for all the events.

Following GoSpeed the live singers took over with lovely songs . There were 50 + at the party having a great time.

Next I stopped over at the Sunday party at Virtual Ability where Stepin always has great tunes for the members and invited visitors. There was an ongoing discussion about banned books going on and most agreed in principle that banning in libraries that are the collectors of data and information for the public is never good. There was also the usual fun banter. Mook remarked that his bucket list was filled with books he wanted to read and food he wanted to taste.

My next trip was to a Cultural Diversity street party hosted by Sondee was under way. The street was lined with booths of food and information from many countries. I of course grabbed a piece of pizza , one of my favorite foods. ÐĴ ८hocoŁatε Śiη™ (Tyesia Xevious) had some great music going on.

I forget to tell you that Jadin Emerald has installed a fun high diving platform at Yosemite High Sierra.
If you would like to try it go over and you can get a chute and HUD and try it out! I took a few jumps.

It has been a while since I had the opportunity. Then take a walk in the forest and look around. There is a travel hud available to help you get all over both High Sierra and Yosemite. If you want to “chicken out “ it will take you down to the entrance where you can grab the hud. There is also a nice back pack full of goodies for visiting and camping at Yosemite,

Friday, May 5, 2023

Reader Submitted: 988

 By Any1 Gynoid
Ronnie Montrose 64, Kurt Cobain 27, Amy Winehouse 27, Wendy Haluza 29, Brian Donovant 15, Rose Berka 38, Jim Morrison 27, Janis Joplin 27, Jimi Hendrix 27 ... When I am on Second Life, there is one thing you can bet your digital boots on, I always request the song "Suicide Solution, theme song of M*A*S*H. I am not afraid to talk about suicide. I am your friend. I am there 24 hours x 7 days a week, x 365 days a year. I am a 988 Crisis Counselor.

Mental Health. In this country, The United States of Americs (USA! USA!), where there are 400 million guns, more guns than people. In fact, about 2/3s of all guns in the world are the private property of US citizens. And our 50 state gubbermints are shedding budgets ... taking money away from colleges and universities ... DEFUND mental health institutions ... kids are scared to go to school ... Fox News incessantly spreading spreading Russian propaganda. Who you gonna call?
So here's the thing. The USA is the greatest country in the world. More than half of all US hoseholds are living paycheck to paycheck, 2/3 of households making under $100,000 per year, 3/4 of households making under $50,000. Paycheck to paycheck. What that means, let's say you are the breadwinner, and you break a leg or your car breaks down, or you get arrested, or you get pregnant (i.e. the looming crisis in 20 veto-proof red states). You were just getting by from paycheck to paycheck. But now,  ... The wheels fell off your life's jugging act. What can you do? Who you gonna call?

Suicide may appear a solution. So here's what we do. If you called 911 emergency services, these high-school educated guys, heavily armed, expecting you own an AR15 Assault Rifle ... will knock on your door, possibly guns blazing. Yeah, go ahead and do that. Or call me. I'm just sayin.
All the problems, all of the major mistakes that we make building an Information Technology (IT) system, all the mistakes, land on the IT helpdesk. Similarly, but in a much larger context, all of the major mistakes, we parents, we teachers, we counselors, we pastors, we officer friendly's, all those mistakes and problems gotta go somewhere. 911 is often NOT the right answer. So there is 988. 988 is the Suicide Prevention Lifeline. It is national. It is everywhere in The United States of America. It is 24x7x365. FREE!

So basically, we will take your call. We strive to be compassionate, empathic, engaged, and helpful. But mostly we listen. Our goal is to help you through the next 24 hours safely. There are things under your control, and we will help you discover. Tomorow is another day.

Nine Eight Eight. 988. There for you. Voice and TEXT. Could be your last resort. Hopefully not. But remember this. You gotta friend. AnyOne will take your call. 988. Bada Bing!

Any1's opinon piece for the SL Newser (The REAL Fox News)

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

A Story From Fairelands Chat

The following is from the Fantasy Faire chat on the night of April 18, 2023.
 Pookie Wolfsong gathers her charges to wait for the mists to  lift and  the portals to open. The song of the Fairelands has been growing stronger.  "So  my friends the veil will  lift and the wonders will be there to behold." The spark  of wonder and the excitement  of hope fills  the group. Their guide waits for the change "Soon, so soon and you will see that there is still  magic, Hope and love."  She smiles knowing  she will once again meet her friends and her old dear friends in the Fairelands.

She checks on each one of her group. "Remember when entering the Portal you may find you have changed from what you are now. Just enjoy the change. For now you can be what ever you want to be. Sing with the Fae, swim with the merfolk, or even eat waffles with the pawlice. I wander, explore listen to the tales of each  land. Then I  meet old dear friends and  dance."   She smiles seeing the grins from souls that are so tired. For their struggle has left them exhausted. "Please my friends take your time enjoy yourselves. I know there is so  much to see and do.  Talk  to the people and know you are not alone. You all know  where to  find me. If you need  me. I promise not to bother you once we enter."  With  that she hugs each one softly kissing  each person. "I am so glad you can come."  They all look up into the clear nights sky watching  the stars slowly move across the heavens. Like a key to open a lock the stars glide into position.

She watches the stars. Marking the time. Soon the portal will open once again. "So close I just have to hang on a bit more." She walked, slowing back into her home carefully placing each step.

She prepares for  her rounds on her dear friends. Each day grows more treasured than the last.She gathers the gifts for each. then takes the precious medicine that allows her to visit. She marks how much she has left so little left  but enough. The Faire will come and her friends will go and experience the wonders, the fun and the love of the Fairelanders.

[She makes her way to visit each one of her friends. Years ago She would have called them her patients.  Now all are her dearest friends and part of her family. Time is a fine teacher if one cares to learn.  No one knows how much we have and each day is truly magical.

A young girl in her bed weak from therapy looks to her. She takes from a pouch the tablet and  hands it to her. "It is all set for you. Soon the fantasy faire will open. And you see what I have been telling you  about. Remember to have fun  And I want to hear all about it"  She smiles seeing the light still shine in this young ones eyes. 
"Nurse Why are you doing this?  I mean you don't have too? Why?"

"You need to see and know there is still a world of magic and wonder. With wonderful beings that do care. You are not alone and never will be. I do expect to see you dance on the FaireChylde with  me" She says with a smile, then makes her way to finish her rounds.

Her shift ended  and she reports to her own treatment. Tried sore she prepares for the next day.  She takes a tablet and starts to create the avatar that her newest friend asked for to go to the faire. "So little time so  much to do."

Pookie Wolfsong (Helixer Resident):

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

April Fools in Second Life

By Bixyl Shuftan

The Newser's April Fool joke article got some chuckles, one calling it "short and sweet and almost believable." Another just commented, "Good one!" Zada Bury added to its believability by putting a link of her youtube in the comments. Unlike some past fooleries, there were absolutely no complaints. Some might see that as a sign of the joke not being funny enough, but it still got laughs. The only remark from the Lab was by Cosmic Mole,  "No comment."

But this was far from the only April Foolery around.

Once again, the Lab decided to get into the act. Their jab at Facebook/Meta last year was a tough act to follow. But they did. Starting Friday night, UFOs began appearing over Bellisseria. One resident stated they were built by Magic Mole and owned by Abnor. There was much chatter and mock panic in the Bellisseria group, "you said moles. i wasn't expecting UFOs!" "aLiEn LIfE fOrm DeTEcteD.. ExTerMiNaTe! EXTERMINATE! aTtentIon alL pLaneTs oF the AgNi FedErAtiOn.. wE hAve aSsumED cOnTRoL!" 
"Poor Hiiro is being lasered to death" "take me now aliens, I'm ready." "The one near me is not sending me tractor beams. nobody wants me. (sad)" "Most have moved along but that one is just obsessed with Hiiro." "Oh no, they got me. Goodbye cruel world. Bury my inventory with me." "Maybe those ufos are manned by bonniebots?" "Now there are Chinese balloons moving in." "an UFO, owned by ABNOR MOLE, beamed me above my Linden Jouseboat .. is it cnsidered as sexual harrasment .. any lawers avaiable here ? ..  and why this happened First of April hmmmmm? ... Thank you of correction .. I was assaulted by SLURPY v1.0 on last day of Marchh .. HEEEELP" "(name), have you welcomed your new alien overlords yet?"

The craft weren't truly saucer-shaped, but thick disks, resembling robot vacuum cleaners and were christened "roombas" by some Bellisserians. "Unidentified Flying Roomba." "How do you get them to clean your house?" Some had lit tendrils waving from one end, which a few joked were alien tentacles. Various residents would take pictures and post links in chat. Gemma Cleanslate would also take a few, and pointed out one to me that she had come across.

The UFOs, and mock panic and other chatter continued for some time. "WARNING hUmaN! PrEpAre to be tRansMogRifiEd!" "Find someone who can yodel?" And people continued to log in not knowing what was going on, "Hi - there's sapceships flying trying to shoot the houseboats (laughter) - how do we get rid of them?" "They could be scanning the area for faults or maybe to check peoples orbs coz some have it set lower then it suppose to be like 2 seconds." "I guess that's what I get for being a squatter in one of the Mole homes (not own-able by residents)."

Over time, people had to leave, "I need to get back to real-life. Have fun everyone and don't get probed by the Slurpies." And after many hours, the UFOs went away as fast as they appeared. 
And somehow, there was no sign of Elvis the whole time. 

There were other examples. For those who missed Team Firestorm's April Fool last year, they did it again. 
At Caledon Oxbridge University, there was a joke announcement about a class on griefing, "How to Grief."

Hello fellow evildoers. Join us for our How to Grief class! Learn how to cause trouble and aggravation for your fellow residents. Amaze and delight the two friends you still have left.


The Sci-Fi con, which was going on, decided to get in on the act. There was a "debate" of sorts between people roleplaying characters from the planet Pandora of "Avatar," some as "Na'vi," others as spacefaring humans. There was also a moderator, trying to explain things to the audience, "after the humans on earth began space explorations, Pandora is the first world humans found with sentient life. They found a world lush with life, a thriving but dangerous ecology. And they found resources that changed the economy and life on earth. They were met with resistance by an indigent species known as the Na'vi, and they abandoned their first wave of acquisition. ... they've returned with better technology, and a greater interest in the resources of Pandora. Our panel today is to discuss what the mission of the current reach out truly is. What should be the status of Pandora in the scope of the interplanetary community?"

There were actually two groups of humans, "Lt. Colonel Derek Bowman representing the RDA," and a scientist from a different group, "Jadelee Hendricks representing the PCI is under contract through the UN with the Pandora Conservation Initiative as a senior technician and also as an avatar driver. The Na'vi call her a dreamwalker." She explained that part of her purpose was to try and repair the damage caused by the first humans, and were doing so only after getting permission from a Na'vi tribe to man an abandoned facility.

But the roleplayers didn't count on numerous tinies coming over with protest signs, "HUMANS WRECK PLANETS!" "No humans on Pandora!" "Leave Pandora to the Na'vi!" "Stay, stay, stay! Stay at home!" Eventually, some of the humans started to get nervous, such as the camera crew, "this is bad, very very bad. Let's get out of here!" So did the Colonel, "Things are getting rough here, need cover and extraction ASAP." Probably the best reaction was from one of the blue aliens, "This is a rather strange ritual, Keyeung. At least most of the beings here seem to be on our side."
For fans of Grendle's, it's time for the store's yearly April Fool's area to open up.

Welcome to Grendel's 11th Mostly Annual April Fools,  ... See the iMax, play board games, lob apples, swim with the fishies, visit the dinosaurium, enjoy wild and crazy art, run a real game of minefield, learn the Secret of Linden Success, and knock over Toadhenge a few times! Fireworks every Linden night ~@~ 5:27, 8:27, 11:27, and 1:27 both am & pm.  Take the rockets from the store!  Touch everything, trust nothing!   Brought to you for mostly the 11th time by Frog-n-Cat Productions!  

To get there, head to the Grendle's entrance at Avaria Tor (133/135/305). Jump on one of the three nearby rockets (actually sit on it), and you'll appear at the entrance of this special area. Feel free to look around, but not everything is as it appears and surprises are around every corner. As Toady herself says, "touch everything, trust nothing."

Finally, there was the April Fool that was played on the Sunweaver community. Club Cutlass, the community's airship club, had disappeared, leaving behind the dance floor, music board, and other furnishings and decorations hanging in the air. Anyone just simply teleporting up would likely end up falling to the ground and going "splat" Wile E. Coyote style.

Exactly what the explanation was, there's some confusion. Supposedly Cynthia had taken it down for a slight renovation. But Rita was saying "Our pirate ship got pirated by pirates!" 

But the club wasn't the only thing taken down. So did stretches of railway, and the Farshore Field Airport. Cynthia's April Fool was pretending to be upset at something and taking away her items in protest (which someone else did for real in the community over a decade ago). But everything will soon be back to normal.

There was some more funnery later on deserving of mention, such as the "Slime A Linden" at the Sci-Fi con. And there was the War Thunder game's April Fools, as well as "War of Warship's" April Fool's "Training Assistant" Grapply, "It  looks like you're trying to dodge a torpedo" and more. But this is all I have time to write about for now.

Hope your April Fool's Day went well,

Hat Tip: Gemma Cleanslate, Liska da'Lantros, Toady Nakamura

Bixyl Shuftan

Saturday, April 1, 2023

ApRiL fOoL!!!

Happy April Fools Day from the Second Life Newser!

May your April Fools Day be filled with joy, merriment, and general foolery.

For previous April Fool jokes, check out 2022, 2021, 2020, 20192018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 20142013, 2012, and 2011

Wednesday, March 15, 2023

The Premier Business Center

By Dancerina Starlight 


Premier Business Center


PBC is a Multicultural Global Virtual Business Park where business owners meet, market, network, collaborate, socialize, build groups, and have discussions, based on business needs.  The Premier Business Center (PBC) has been quite busy the last quarter of 2022 and sprinted into the first quarter of 2023 with vigor, purpose, and intent.  Since its inception in 2013, PBC has hosted many events on varying business and social levels and has the following and support of other business ventures to show its imprint and impression in Second Life (SL).  There are many things to see, do, build, design, and capture in SL.  Residents from all over the globe contribute to SL using their skills, gifts, talents, and other resources to keep the grid relevant and impactful.  


For this reason, PBC exists, to add to that body of contribution; ensuring to impact those who are drawn to its vision, mission, and agenda.  It took a visionary with confidence and grit to embark on a monumental task of creating a one-stop sim that meets the needs of business minded professionals, associates, and friends.  As a Twenty-First Century virtual think tank, it is also a place where people convene to strategize, problem solve, innovate, and develop new ways of meeting the needs of the SL community.   For those who have experienced the PBC energy, they reverberate the impact it has had in their personal and business space and growth.   Agreeably, this makes PBC one of " The best place in SL for networking, marketing, exploring, and/or dancing the night away! 


It is an SL jewel located in the chiseled, mountainous, properly aligned skyline, skirted with splashing river water, on the mainland.  Formally, its infrastructure comprises, The Convention Center, The PBC Talk Show, The PBC Night time Show, Theater, Memorials, Condominiums, Hotels, Office Space, Apartments, Writer's Den, Artist's Loft, PBC Waterfall Karaoke Bar, Diner, The Botanical Garden, PBC Performance Hall, PBC Blue Lagoon,  The JardenAlexis Frozen Lake@ PBC, The Cultural Arts Center, The PBC House of Prayer, and The PBC Mid City Concert Stage.  


The sim is open to the public for tours twenty-four hours a day and are scheduled through JardenAlexis.  


Some aspects of the constructs are available for partnership or use with mutual agreement.  It is a place and space where ventures utilize in partnership to meet goals for real life causes.  It touches every facet of business, education, and social, which serve as conduits to build a bridge between both worlds whereby it aids real life experiences and causes by creating direct linkage for meeting non-profit and foundation financial goals to solve real world social issues. Thus, PBC serves as a resourceful pipeline that connects people with real organizations, such as One Billion Dollar Rising, Disaster Relief Funds and many more to ensure financial resources are a two-way experience between SL residents and real organizations. PBC practices the clean hands method and only serve as knowledge base operation, connecting people with direct access.   Primarily, when JardenAlexis (Jarden) birth PBC, she intended in an SL and real-life way to promote growth and empowerment for people in both worlds.


Jarden Alexis


Who is the brainchild behind this virtual think tank?  Meeting the brainchild behind this SL virtual think tank and conglomeration is certainly not like meeting a stranger. Her kind, warm, inviting, open-minded, business-minded, forward-thinking, captivating, and impressive demeanor draws people to her.  Jarden is the Owner and Founder of Virtual Executive Assistants (VEA) and PBC.  The VEA is a Global Virtual Executive Administrative Service that provides administrative, marketing, promoting, creative, and consultation services, to a global network of busy business owners or individuals.


She finds enjoyment in planning and creating inspirational, motivational, and educational events. She meticulously plans events to educate, empower, and foster growth in the SL world. She brings awareness and fosters social and professional relationships in so many different arenas and that is very impressive.  I believe most who know her, know what and how much she does. Her time, commitment, and investments are commendable. There is one thing she does that continues to do that captures my attention, and that is she leans in, reaches over, extends a hand, and gives handshakes to others who are doing great things as she and who are aspiring to do the same as she.   


She has worked in spaces such as Second Life Birthday (SLB) and Burn2.  She is a judge for Color of Couture (COC), Miss Virtual World (MVW), DOT-BE FASHION - MAN OF THE YEAR (MOTY) and Parallel Universe Productions, and The Viral Voice Season.  She is a widely sought after partner in SL and enjoys every moment with each partnership.  She is kept busy in SL, not just operating her own business and partnerships, but also working with others and assisting as they work toward their goals.  She is not considered a sim sitter, meaning sits and enjoys her own sim, but Jarden works among other like-minded professional ins SL.  


In her free time, you can find her building on her PBC Sim, supporting others, shopping or exploring the SL Grid.  Also, nestled somewhere, on the same sim, though you might not be able to find her, as it is a private nook, she is building a private haven-- a place where she can sometimes retire to relax, relate, and release in quite space.  Jarden knows and understands that one person is not an island and invites others, their ideas, talents, gifts, and all they have to offer to PBC as well as what they bring with their own think tank.


Living up to its motto, "to motivate, educate and inspire, in the past, and particularly in the last two quarters including the latter part of 2022 and onset of 2023, PBC has been in full swing, as usual, hosting annual PBC events as well as engaging in partnerships.  Annually, PBC supports the SL and RL community by offering events to educate and motivate its supporters and business partners. During the last quarter of 2022 and the first quarter in 2023, Jarden was kept busy meeting, planning, and hosting multiple events.  The PBC's 2022 fourth quarter exited the year having yielded four successful events from fall through bitterly cold days in the winter; inspiring Jarden to plan from Fright to Freezing activities for all to enjoy.  With a loud ring into a new year, PBC was joined by over 100 guests at intervals, to welcome 2023! The energy continued with numerous events, including a memorial. With March being Women's Month Jarden hosted her annual Women's Luncheon.  As we look back to each quarter, we can't help but to delineate the great work Jarden does in the SL community:


Quarter Four 2022 and Quarter One 2023 Timeline


Saturday, October 29, 2022
:  Fright Night @PBC with three Spooktacular DJs, Haunted House, Escape Room, Food, Fun and so much more!

 Sunday, December 4, 2022:  In collaboration with Denyaii' La'oro's Unleased Journey Honoring Dragon McMaster's and the La'oro unleashed ladies and gents dance troupe! Denyaii took the audience down memory lane as she and guest performers who have worked with Dragon and La'oro unleashed and showcased some of her most popular choreographed routines created while dancing with La oro at Phoenix, Elysium and PBC!


Saturday, December 17, 2022: 
A Christmas Party for Family and Friends on one of the coldest nights to hit the USA this winter! It was a night for Ice Skating, hot chocolate and some wonderful music @ PBC Frozen Lake.


Saturday, December 31, 2022:
 The PBC New Year's Eve Central Standard Time (CST) countdown The PBC Frozen Lake.  Guests had the choice to ice skate or dance the night away and countdown together!!!


Sunday, January 22, 2023:
  Encore! Encore from the December 4th Tribute! Denyaii's La Oro's Unleashed Ladies and Gents Tribute "Denyaii's Journey into The Past." It was so nice; it was unleashed twice! It was another great event just like the first time around.  She ended both shows with La Oro's famed Soul Train Line that turns into a Block Party which includes audience participation! It was an exciting show and Tribute to La Oro's Unleashed Ladies and Gents.


Sunday, January 29, 2023:
  The PBC Black History Month was a great kickoff! Approximately 100 or more guests for the opening and many more for the walk-through for THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT TIMELINE EXHIBIT @ PBC Performance Hall!  Guests explored the exhibits, listened to great music, ate and enjoyed the ambiance! BLACK HISTORY IS AMERICAN HISTORY!!!


Tuesday, January 31, 2023
:  Remembering a dear family member and someone who worked very closely with PBC, an artist and intuitive soul. Her SL family remember here through libation done by Denyaii, release of balloons and doves, tributes, memories, and dancing.  REMEMBRANCE OF INDEA VAHER ON HER ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!


Sunday, February 12, 2023:
  The One Billion Rising Awareness at PBC MidCities with The Baptiste Family Foundation (KariNoelle Baptiste) and PBC (JardenAlexis) was a major success with guests receiving T-Shirts to commemorate the event.  "One Billion Rising is the biggest mass action to end violence against women (cisgender, transgender, and those who hold fluid identities that are subject to gender-based violence) in human history."

 Sunday, February 19, 2023:  The PBC Disaster Relief Awareness hosted PBC's MidCities, served to meet the recovery needs of the Major earthquakes which hit south-east Turkey and the north-west region of Syria on 6 February 2023." At the time, the earthquake death toll surpassed 46,000.  There were 4.6 million children in the earthquake-affected areas of Turkey and more than 2.5 million children affected in Syria.  More than 84,000 buildings have been severely damaged, need urgent demolition, or collapsed.  Jarden provided resources for SL residents to reach out and help through direct linkage!

 Sunday, March 4, 2023:  PBC International Women’s Day IWD) Luncheon was a great success for PBC.  Using the real-world theme of #EmbraceEquity, three guest speakers inspired and invoked guests to #EmbraceEquity.  As usual, Jarden's team was present to support and ensure the IWD was a success:  From the start of the event with the Greeters Monrocie Pontecorvo, and Lovie Benoir to the IWD prayer by Lovie, and the IWD History given by KariNoelle Baptiste, in addition to the messages by the guest speakers, every word spoken at this event was uplifting, motivational, educational, powerful, and very inspiring! To top it off our DJ Lyrical Lynn kept it going with her amazing uplifting and empowering music for the after party meet and greet!! This was one of the Best PBC events!!!  (JardenAlexis)

Two quarters in review are just some of the planning of PBC. From 2013 to 2023, Ms. Jarden Alexis has touched many sims, corners, and business in the existence of PBC. And, from what we understand, she plans to continue working hard to do her part as she approaches the PBC 10-Year Anniversary in the fall.  It is left to be seen what she will reveal for PBC moving forward. If you were to sit and have a chat with her, she would tell you, "I couldn't do this alone." She always acknowledges those who work alongside her.  


She is always appreciative of the Second Life Newser; Bixyl Shufan and Gemma Cleanslate for their continued support.  Other support includes FRIENDS OF PBC (PBC Sponsors):  Lovie Benoir Dancerina Starlight, and Karinoelle Baptiste.  Others who have supported PBC's efforts, assisted occasionally in the areas of photography, social media posts, greeting, and building are:  ƘαɾιƝoεʟʟε Bαρтıƨтε (karinoelle)- Photography, social media; TealaE- Photography, Social Media; and King Panda Baptiste (preppymercedes) - social media.   She also acknowledges those who have invariably greeted at events:  Lovie Benoir, Dancerina Starlight, Rhyme Gardner, Trina Minxy Ƈσяℓєσηє (juanita.petrovic), and Monrocie Pontecorvo.  She also credits building efforts to Divine Collingwood Finest.


The Premier Business Center goes above and beyond to provide lasting, positive, and memorable experiences. It operationally strives for excellence while enjoying the process.   Jarden is humbled to be the brainchild, force, and founder of PBC.   Please contact JardenAlexis for further information, collaboration, or to schedule the PBC Tour!  You can find her on Facebook to view many pictures from all her events as well as those with whom she collaborates with respective events.  We wish Jarden Alexis and PBC a HAPPY PRE-TEN-YEAR ANNIVERSARY!


Dancerina Starlight


Thursday, January 12, 2023

Reader Submitted Pictures: At The Linden Snowball Fight

 Zada Bury, noted for her "Drivers of SL" videos, sent the Newser some pictures of last month's Linden Snowball fight. "The moles was nearly the whole time around," she would say

For those who don't know, this is a reference to an old joke about optimistic people trying to find something great in the dirtiest of places. Yellow snowballs, that's fighting dirty!

At the end, there was a time out for a group photo.

A picture with names.


 Zada would also take a video of the first melee (click here if the footage does not show).

And would take another of the second one (click here if the footage does not show), and near the end, a friendly jab at a certain reporter who cartooned what she was wearing , "You got this time also a pun 'on you' "

Zada Burry, with comments from Bixyl Shuftan

Thursday, December 29, 2022

SL Fiction: Christmas In The Deathlands

By Bixyl Shuftan
It just wasn't his day.

Melvin Cooper poked at the trap. Empty. A few weeks ago, he was getting an occasional rabbit. Now it seems even rats and mice were getting scarce. Fried rat had been unpleasant enough when he first arrived on the Deathlands. Now it seems he was going to have to resort to eating cockroaches soon. And right on Christmas Day too. His smartphone was displaying December 25.

Looking around, snow was still covering patches of the desert ground still in the shade. The good thing about this time of year was it was no longer broiling hot at midday. The flip side was it got more bitterly cold than ever at night. Thankfully he was able to make some shelter from the wind, keeping himself somewhat warm in ragged leftovers of blankets. He recalled the dreams he had of that high-tech city in which for a time he was limited to a "capsule" to sleep in, a space not much bigger than he was. That was luxury compared to all this. Mile after mile of desert and dry grassland, with the occasional wreck, ghost town, and watering hole.


Melvin spun around. A mutant! They varied wildly. Some were almost as smart and reasonable as humans and furs. Most were of limited intelligence and hostile. This one looked almost like a zombie, with skin peeling off part of it's face and several teeth fallen out. It sported a two-handed axe. Probably slow, but very bad news if it got the drop on him.

Where was his weapon? Melvin looked around. He thought he had it in a certain place, but it wasn't there. Dammit!

"Raaaaarrrrr!" The mutant raised it's ax, and rushed forward, faster than Melvin thought it could move. He stumbled out of the way. The mutant continued to charge in a straight line and the ex-burglar was already well out of it's path when it moved past. It wasn't until it had gone twenty feet further before it stopped and turned around, "Raaaaaarrrrrr!"

Melvin still hadn't found his weapon, he looked at a pile of old junk cars. He only had a short time to look before he saw the mutant charging again. Once again, Melvin ran out of the way. Unable to stop, the mutant charged and ran right into the pile. It hit hard enough for the top of the pile to fall on top of it. The mutant was buried.

The former bandit could hardly believe it. With no sign that the mutant was still moving, he decided to see what the toppling of junk had exposed. He noticed the wreckage of a delivery truck that had been in the middle of the pile. Going inside the crumpled cab, there were several smashed packages. But one caught his attention, "Freeze-Dried Meals." He opened the box, and could barely believe it. There were over a dozen foil-packets of dried turkey, ham, potatoes, corn, and cherry pie. Thankfully he saw a thermos, and looking inside, there was water.

Melvin was relieved. At least for now, his food worries were over. He was about to tear into one, then he noticed more movement. Looking over, he saw not a mutant, but ... a child? This looked like a young fox kit.

"Um, hello?" He greeted the boy, at least he thought it was a boy.

"Please," he heard the youngster say. Then there was the gurgle of hunger.

Melvin felt his heart ache. The Deathlands was hardly a place for a kid. Let alone one on his own. He motioned the youth over, followed the instructions on the packet, putting in a little water and shaking it, then handed it to the youth with a plastic spork. But instead he gulped it down from the container.

"Whoah! Take it easy! There's plenty more. What's your name, kiddo?"

"Ar, Arthur."

"Well, pleased to meet you Arthur. My name's Melvin." The ex-burglar fixed a packet of his own, and slowly ate the contents with another spork.

"How you, find?"

"I guess I was lucky. Where's your mom anddad?"

"Mom? Dad?"

"The grownups who take care of you?"

"Uncle Giz. Not know, where."

The two sat there for a while. Melvin tried to talk to the child, but he would say little. Eventually, he decided to start a fire. After he got it going, he thought he saw some movement ...

And then he got knocked backward

"Stay away from him!"

Melvin looked up, and saw himself looking at not the fox kit, but a full grown one, and angry.

"Don't you dare hurt my nephew!"

"Your nephew? Oh, wait! I wasn't trying to hurt him."

"Like hell. You know how many times I've tried to keep him from slavers! I should - "

"No! Uncle, stop!"

The fox looked down, and Arthur was tugging at his pants, looking up with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Arthur! Are you okay?"

"Melvin fed me. Best meal in long time."

"What?" The fox's expression softened.

"I came across some food, he happened to show up, so I shared it."

The fox looked remorseful, "My apologies stranger. Very seldom have I seem a helpful soul around here. Granted things are not as desperate as they were in the past, but this is still not a place known for mercy."

"Apologies accepted. Since you're taking care of him, well, maybe I should give you a share as well."

"You really mean it?'

"Yeah, I do. Merry Christmas."


"It's a holiday where I'm from, on this day."

"I know what it is, but what's so merry about it?"

"We usually celebrated with dinner, giving gifts."

"My Father would tell me tales of Santa Claus kidnapping children to work as slaves, making gas masks and other things."

"Huh?" Melvin blinked, then chuckled, "Nah, Santa doesn't kidnap kids, he brings them gifts. I did hear about some other guy, Krampus, who punishes naughty kids. But they're different."


"Yeah, Santa's evil counterpart. I guess there's been some kind of mixup over the years."

The fox looked intrigued, "I would like to hear more." Then his stomach rumbled.

Melvin chuckled, "I guess the gift-giving starts now." He got another packet and handed it to the fox, "Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, I, think."

"Welcome ... no, you don't eat the powder, you need to mix it with water. I'll show you .."

Before long, the three were sitting by the fire, eating more of the dehydrated food. Melvin thought to himself. This place still sucked. But at least he could take a moment to relax and end the day with a full belly, and he had made some new friends.

Bixyl Shuftan

Monday, October 24, 2022

Clumsy Cooper's Halloween Tale

By Bixyl Shuftan 

It seemed like a simple enough job.

It wasn't like he was going hungry or needed a place to stay. Since falling asleep in a railroad car somewhere in the Deathlands and somehow waking up in this place of high tech called Montecito Bay, Melvin Cooper had been able to make a few bucks here and there doing simple service jobs. And after running into "The Moff," who while no longer the Mayor was the city's most popular resident and still had plenty of influence, he'd gotten a tiny but comfortable apartment he could stay in for a short time for practically nothing until he could get other accommodations. 
But something, wasn't right. He was a little tired of microwaved meals every night, with only the occasional dish at a ramen stall for freshly-made food, and he wasn't making enough money to get snazzy clothing and pay for a hot car to pick up women. But there was, something else. There were tales of some megacorporation moving in with more in mind than just making a few dollars, but saw the city as a base of operations for some secret plans. Maybe it was simply getting around some rules and regulations to save a few bucks, or maybe it was for something far more sinister.

He'd been approached by some mystery figure, saying he was a friend of Moff and a "concerned citizen" who had the means to stop these characters if they were up to no good, but only if he had evidence. And since Melvin Cooper had some experience of being a "liberator of assets," perhaps he could uncover something, "I'll make it well worth your while if you discover something of value. Don't bother getting a second opinion from Moff. To make sure he doesn't get in trouble, he is not in the know."
So it would seem his old skills would come in handy once more, saving the city and making a few dollars for himself. He snuck into the corporate quarter after hours, despite the curfew that was enforced by a few private guards. And despite that it was the night of October 31, which gave him a few willies. He brought a few donuts to them, saying he had run an errand and left his phone in the area. So they let him in. Looking around, he saw a robot, some kind of drone hovering just over the ground, moving some crates. Maybe they might hold something? He waited until it was gone, then made a move on one of the crates. Thankfully it was light. He would take it to some corner and open it ...

"Halt! You are not authorized to transit that object!" 

Melvin turned, and there was another drone, heading at him. He'd been discovered! He turned tail and ran! The thing fired a taser at him, and missed.

"Alert! Unauthorized personnel, Sector C! Alert! Unauthorized personnel ..."

Melvin ran and ran. It shouldn't be *too* long before he'd be back out of the corporate sector. But he kept hearing a whirring mechanical sound behind him. He turned, and the drone was still after him! Spurred on my adrenaline, he ran even faster. But the machine kept after him.

How was he going to get away? There had to be something. He then thought he saw a shadow ...
Then the next thing he heard was a crash of some kind. He turned, and the done was now smashed against the wall. In the middle of the alley was a huge wolf, almost twice his height, and without clothes. A werewolf?

"The boss told me you might need a hand, so I dropped in. What did you find?"

Still fueled by adrenaline and fright, Melvin didn't find relief in the wolf, only fear. He looked for a place to hide. He ducked into an alley, and in some out of the way shop saw a car of some kind, an odd silvery one. He ran over, opened the door, which opened not out but up, and jumped in. Then the next thing he knew, he heard the engine started, the car started to hover, and the next thing he knew, it was zooming out of the shop, with hover-engines. 
He had to give the vehicle's steering wheel a hard left to keep from running into the wall. It then began rising in the air, and increasing speed fast. He looked over the controls. He noticed two dates on the control panel, and saw two dates, one marked "Destination." It was on October 31, 1899. What did that mean? Glancing again at the speed, it was going past 60, 70, 80 ... and at 88 miles an hour, there was a flash in the air ...

The next thing he knew was a brief sensation of falling, then landing in some bushes. Groaning a bit, he got up and looked around. Instead of neon lights, glass, and steel, he saw streetlamps, brick walkways, and brick and wood buildings. This was somewhere else, but where. Eventually, he saw a sign, "Caledon."

He recalled reading the place was a major community in the Victorian Era. Melvin had somehow ended up in the Steam Age!

He was wondering about his next move. Then he thought he heard a scream. He ran a short distance, then saw two humans, a woman dressed in what looked like a second-hand dress. The other was some man dressed all in black, with a cloak over his back and a dagger in his hand. He had the woman by the wrist, and the dagger pointed at her.
"Please, let me go!"

"You wretch! I'll finish you off here and now!"

Realizing what the man was up to, Melvin forgot about his fear. Instead, he picked up a rock, and threw it at the dark man. It hit him in the head, causing him to let go of the girl, who promptly wrenched her hand free and ran off. The figure then turned to face him, with piercing dark brown eyes, almost as black as his clothes, "I don't know who you are, but that was your last mistake." He then began advancing at Clumsy.

Clumsy's reaction was to retreat, but not run. With all the iron fencing around here, maybe there was a loose bar he could use as a makeshift weapon. Then a shape zoomed down from the sky. Melvin could only make out that it was black, with wings. It charged at the man in black, who turned tail and ran. He ducked into an alley, and the whatever-it-was flew after him. Melvin thought he heard a male scream and some kind of scuffle, then silence. 

The ex-burglar decided discretion was the better part of valor and quickly headed away. But not knowing this town well, he wasn't sure where to go. While on the move, he thought he saw a few policemen running his way. Deciding to hide, he ducked into a wooded park. After well, inside, he was having second thoughts as the place was dark and spooky. Just the right place for something to ambush ...

His thoughts were interrupted by a sound, he turned, and something pounced him, wrapping him up in dark wings. There was a strong musky scent from it, and the smell of blood. Melvin, almost freaked, then to his surprise the dark figure kissed him. It was then he noticed it's feminine shape and bosom. It was a vampire batgirl of some kind, dark red and black.

"I wasn't sure I could help that woman in time," she told him in a raspy but still female voice, "I smell a good deal of recent fear on you, but you put that aside and helped her. Oh, and if you're wondering, the Ripper is still alive. I simply flew over to a constable I know and told him. Well, after having a pint or two first.

"But, I also smell, sadness? loneliness? Aw, poor little hero." The batgirl seemed to smile, "I'll stay with you tonight."

Melvin got very nervous. While he wanted the company of a woman very much, he wasn't so sure about a scary vampire batgirl. She almost seemed to sense his fear, giggling and nuzzling thoughts of bloodsuckers from movies raced though his mind. Then he felt her licking his neck. That was too much, and he fainted.

Eventually he came to. He found himself not on the ground of some spooky wooded park, but sandy ground next to some rusty jeep. He got up and looked around. He was back in the Deathlands. 

Had it all been some kind of dream? Melvin sighed. At least in Montecito Bay, he had a soft and clean place to shower and sleep and didn't have to worry about going hungry, or at least not too hungry. Now it was back to catching rats and drinking brackish water. 

He looked the jeep over. While rusty, it looked like it had been recently running. He had vague memories of tinkering with a few vehicles he found to see if he could get one running with parts from the others. But it seems something blew, and the car toppled, knocking him out. 

He was pondering his next move, when he saw a couple things on the ground. One was a jug of water, about a couple gallons. The other was a small water purifier. There was a wadded paper tucked into a slot on it. Looking at it, these were simple instructions. This could purify unsafe water, salt, germs, even radioactivity. 

Melvin wasn't sure how he had come across this purifier. But in the wasteland, it would certainly be very useful. At least he had somehow come out ahead. He recalled where he had set some traps, and began walking to them. Fried rat wasn't the tastiest thing to eat, but at least he wouldn't be hungry. 

*  *  *  *  *

"Are you sure we should have left him there, Doc?"

"We didn't have a choice, Marty. That would be taking a chance with breaking the space-time continuum."

"But to leave him in the middle of a desert?"

"That was where he stowed on the steam machine. We did leave him with a little water, and something that will help with water in his future."

"Yeah, but still ..."

"I took a trip a few years into the future after that. He'll be okay. A few scares along the way, but eventually he'll be back in civilization, eventually." 

To be continued

Bixyl Shuftan