I wish for this night time to last for a lifetime…

I know, I know, roll your eyes at me. But I’ve been singing this song over and over all evening. It’s one of my brain’s standard default-song-modes. But this song never fails to raise my hopes, revive my dreams, remind me that I’m not just a worker-drone earth-bound woman… there’s more, and it’s all in that place between my ears and behind my eyes. *smiles*

The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest

For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime

I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
With you

Sorrow has a human heart
From my god it will depart
I’d sail before a thousand moons
Never finding where to go

Two hundred twenty-two days of light
Will be desired by a night
A moment for the poet’s play
Until there’s nothing left to say


I spent a good part of this evening socializing with friends in Ruby’s Pub in the Babbage Canal district. There was much animated chatter about town gossip and our latest bit of excitement involving a library opening and an escaped mummy (believe me, this sort of thing is normal in Babbage!)

One of those who lazed with us, and was delightful company, was Miss Antikythera String, who’s recently arrived to become part of our upcoming circus. I found myself admiring her outfit, such a cute little automaton girl….. and then I stumbled upon this lovely photo of her…. and read her commentary below it! I bow to the new queen of frugal elegance!


Originally uploaded by Ceejay Writer

As I finished up some business in town, I was given some urgent news. A ship recently arrived in the harbor in New Babbage was discovered to be on fire! Of course, I rushed down to the docks to check it out. The spectacle was drawing quite a crowd, but apparently the word wasn’t reaching any of our local firefighters.

Some of us locals did what Babbagers tend to do in the face of a crises of this sort. We roasted marshmallows.

Pretty. Pretty. Oh, Babbage! Pretty. Pretty!

If you haven’t yet seen Lainy Voom’s Postcard, scoot over there! Turn up your speakers for some very nice accompanying music, and marvel at some of the most beautiful locations in SL.

Scroll down the page and you’ll find SLurl’s to all the locations featured in the postcard, including my own beloved hometown of New Babbage.

The Seraph Crew Rides Again

Ceejay’s beloved Captain Maelstorme Smythe has posted yet another exciting chapter about the adventures of the Seraph Crew in his journal, Mael’s Mindforge. Go read! It’s epic!

And if you’re not following along with the story… why not?? Go back to the beginning and read your way up. It’s a great adventure, wonderfully told, with plenty of drama and humor.