The Beautiful People

Oh how the days fly by, full of good intentions and wispy evenings, street lights spluttering, cream melting into hot chocolate. Once upon a time a week would last forever (if you remembered to milk the goat right before breakfast), but with the hustle and bustle and bristle of the modern world we are swept along in an eternal rush of nonsense, much as that which streams from my fingertips when I have accidentally eaten a whole bag of chocolate covered coffee beans shortly after drinking a pot of coffee.

A memory stirs, gently as a mote of dust, and whispers, BOB! You declared it your week of fashion!

And methinks it speaks the truth.

To show off my next item of virtual vintage I am posing at the infamous Lauren's Place, where I enjoyed an evening of stand-up comedy and a Tamra Hayden concert, both of which were attended by Second Life's brightest, bestest, funniest, and most beautiful.

Groovy, baby!

I am thoroughly enchanted by my Fierce Psychedelia outfit, which comes complete with sexy silver boots, sunglasses with that perfect touch of bling, and an afro (not pictured). Here I am wearing it with my deeply beloved Soda Bottle Cap earrings by Rowena Paine (strawberry flavoured). Hair by Exile completes the look.

Naturally the company was the very best, including Lauren Weyland, Crap Mariner, Ayesha Lytton, the lovely Miss Fijilove, the fabulous Quentin Crispy, the very tiny alien Stephen Fryingpan, and the fashionably malformed Bacon Spam.

The Fabulous Quentin Crispy, with Dame Bob McBoint, and Sir Bacon Spam

The beautiful people, the beautiful people... and Mr Stephen Fryingpan, alien.

Live music events are always a blast and I do encourage you to attend them, should you not already do so. One does run into the funniest fellows at them (and sometimes some considerable hotties, such as for instance Gwampa)!

Finally I should like to thank you, dear reader(s), for your kind attentions to me, and furthermore to alert you in advance to the fact that my next post will contain an exciting announcement and invitation (as well as more vintage fashion).

A spanking good time with Max Kleene

Good morning, sunshines! The Bob says hello! And goodness, isn't it nice to be able to dance the night away on tropical islands, even when the so-called real world is cold and frosty as a sexually repressed schoolmistress?

One of the things I've found to enjoy in this wonderful world of Second Life is the live music scene, which is bursting with talent covering many styles and genres, though I have yet to find any good live gangsta rappers. Last night, I took myself over to Canadian cutie Maximillion Kleene's concert at Two Moon Paradise, where I was entertained by songs about red solo cups (which I gather are something plastic and American, used by young people for the consumption of a great deal of tequila), and the overwhelming sex appeal of both Max himself and the attending crowd.

Among the pleasures of the evening was making the acquaintance of Ms Bowie Zeplin, who made sure that the night ended well for me with a brisk administering of the fly swatter. Oooooh!

Bowie gives Bob a spanking...

Max Kleene looks on approvingly.

If you're a music lover you should most certainly check out SL's live music scene. There's a live music category in the events section of search - next time you have an hour free, have a look and see who's playing. My personal favourites thus far are the aforementioned Max Kleene, the bluesy Mamaa Saiz, the psychedelic Funkyfreddy, and the spectacular Tamra Sands. Or you could pop over to a venue like Gwampa's Dance Kamp, where they're sure to have someone good lined up. Other venues which have stuck in my mind for their enjoyable atmospheres and good acts include Solace Beach, BS's Bring a Friend and Stay a While, and The NYC Music Hall.

This is a topic to which I shall return, particularly in respect of the aforementioned Gwampa, and my quest to find an SL sugar daddy; however, let that be a tale for another afternoon. Tomorrow I intend to introduce you to either my good friend James or my puppy dog Emma, depending on the forecast of my astrologist. Until then, I wish you well.