<?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-7566308908229166637</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:56:08.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Haeven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566308908229166637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haeven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586405600650939391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2oy0ktU0h8/SLt8VpSYpNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RlPRGX6YMq4/S220/haeven.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566308908229166637.post-245536223599233786</id><published>2008-09-01T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:33:11.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Further adventures</title><content type='html'>My first house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3042/2820060233_774574aa84.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all need to start somewhere. &lt;a href="http://www.quaintly.com/"&gt;Quaintly&lt;/a&gt; was darling enough to let me 'squat' on her land and even gave me a nice little place to call home. It's nice to have a place to TP to after hours adventuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did I head off to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my 'adventures' for the day were rather boring to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my short trip to the library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2820901660_b7532c5267.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2820901794_c0af7361af.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, rather boring sounding, I know. But what a lot of people don't know is that Haeven has an evil twin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who likes adventuring in more, let's just say, salacious areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2oy0ktU0h8/SLzcjN7MkVI/AAAAAAAAABU/0eurg9WVXbM/s1600-h/naughty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2oy0ktU0h8/SLzcjN7MkVI/AAAAAAAAABU/0eurg9WVXbM/s320/naughty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241306563943895378" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. Not two days into SL and I already have an alt. She has her lovely behind (dressed in togs from ZERO LINDEN) to the camera and is secretly making fun of the self-absorbed goth couple in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evil twin is, like I said, evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was expecting the equivalent of naughty pixel porn and indulging her more voyeuristic side. Instead, it seemed like a very boring cocktail party with everyone standing around looking unexpectedly unexcited. So much for SL tourism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out to play in a few nightlife joints and pretty much found that quality male conversation is very hard to find. "XX, came here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you expect me to get turned on by a guy who can't get his tenses straight? Non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the non-conversation with the avi who spent five minutes try to ask if I was a 'veritable' chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm a 90-year old geriatric male with nothing better to do with my time. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the evil twin is bored already and will hole up somewhere while Haeven attempts to get herself a hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566308908229166637-245536223599233786?l=haevenethaniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/feeds/245536223599233786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566308908229166637&amp;postID=245536223599233786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566308908229166637/posts/default/245536223599233786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566308908229166637/posts/default/245536223599233786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/2008/09/further-adventures.html' title='Further adventures'/><author><name>Haeven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586405600650939391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q2oy0ktU0h8/SLt8VpSYpNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RlPRGX6YMq4/S220/haeven.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q2oy0ktU0h8/SLzcjN7MkVI/AAAAAAAAABU/0eurg9WVXbM/s72-c/naughty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7566308908229166637.post-7104314207363786057</id><published>2008-08-31T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:14:46.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a haven in second life (I love puns. Can you tell?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3228/2816771172_5f29f69f22.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally taken the plunge into Second Life and I blame Quaintly for it. See, I look after her SL blog and couldn't help but read through her posts about it and decided to give it a shot. Have tried SL before but never got past the first few frustrating hours. My avatar would take ages to load or just plain wouldn't move and I'd thought SL just wasn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was curious so I created another account and boy, was it a blast! Googling for freebies, I came across the store Free Dove which had a nice selection of clothes, shoes and even hair. All for $L0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily shopping away and learning to pack/wear things the hard way (I even ended up wearing a box a couple of times...), I'd expected to go off and find adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, some dude IM'd me asking for my blood. And I even got a pair of bitemarks as a souvenir. Nope, not my kind of fashion accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this really tall, hot looking female avatar came up to me...and started speaking French. I tried explaining in my poor basic French that I didn't speak it but she continued to chat me up anyway. I discerned from her speech that she thought my skin needed work and then she handed me a card to go visit another store Zero Linden. So of course I TP'd there just to get away from the strange French woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was happily choosing the free assortment available skins-wise, Quaintly IM'd me and offered to TP me over to where she was. We joined a few friends for a game of...Scrabble. Uh-huh. Then she took me to her place where I admired her lovely stairs, pretty grand piano and met the fun and gorgeous Night Morrisey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Quaintly and Night were generous enough to gift me with skins and other accessories. But I think it's their secret plan, like a dealer letting potential clients sample his wares, to keep newbies like me addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say the plan failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7566308908229166637-7104314207363786057?l=haevenethaniel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/feeds/7104314207363786057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7566308908229166637&amp;postID=7104314207363786057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566308908229166637/posts/default/7104314207363786057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7566308908229166637/posts/default/7104314207363786057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haevenethaniel.blogspot.com/2008/08/finding-haven-in-second-life-i-love.html' title='Finding a haven in second life (I love puns. 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