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| Alisa and I went looking yesterday, and we've found it. Crowne Point apartments, about ten minutes away from work. A 3rd story loft apartment, a little over 1000 sq ft, two bedrooms, one and a half bath, DISHWASHER (that's important, a lot of places didn't have that), and a deck. We also have an extra 'loft' room to use as we will. It has all utilities included except for electric, and the water and heat are gas :)
The landlord was completely open to us painting as well, as long as we brought it back to the original paint color when we moved out. It's gorgeous. I'm in love. *sigh*
Ok, enough of that, just thought I'd let everyone know :) | | |
| I love the internet....
Save the bunny! | | |
| This is actually a myspace post, but I thought since xanga was my first love, I should post it here too. :)
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The Right Reverand Revenant
A lot of you know I play KoL. Or rather, that I am addicted to it. Many of you play it with me, and most times that's how we met. Two of my best friends I met through this game. And most of the time, that's what I consider it. A game. A social interaction. A place where people with at least one gauranteed common interest can gather and just relax and have some fun.
Events of this last week have really changed my views, however. Recently, I have had the priviledge of getting to know, and even become friends with, some of the older/more influencial people in KoL. And last week, one of them died. I never had the chance to meet Revenant, nor his wife Lady Arryn. But many of the players I have come to know and respect knew those two very well. And when word spread of the car crash that killed Rev, it hit the KoL community hard.
As an outsider looking in at the pain and the loss, I must say, I had a hard time myself. And I have to say I was truely surprised by the community's reaction. It is said that KoL takes care of it's own, but I had never seen that saying put into action before. Lady Arryn is three months pregnant with their first child. By the end of that next day, so many players had asked what they could do or where they could send money/flower/baby clothes, a paypal had been set up for donations. Right at that same time, a quilting project was created, where players would each send in one square to be added to the quilt to be made for Lady A and her baby. Another player who lived close enough to be able to go to the funeral gathered all those who wished to send flowers and made sure were sent. In game, a new movement has started where all players have made their names lowercase, in respect.
I think the biggest thing that hit me, the most tangible I suppose, was the forum signatures. The forums are the best place to meet other players (outside of chat, that is). Your signature is where you proudly display your accomplishments, or what clan you belong too, or what project you might be working on. It's where you claim ownership or membership to something so all can see. But when word spread of the crash, all these signatures were laid aside. Laid aside were the clan rivalries, the boasting, the advertising. If you go to the forums now, everywhere you look is the signature honoring The Right Reverand Revenant.
I guess it would be one thing if everyone had personally known Rev. Or even knew him in game. But I would say only a tenth (and that may be guessing high) knew him, or of him. That wasn't the point. One of our own had died. It wasn't until this last week that what made KoL different than all the other games out there became apparant. I had always thought it was the humor, or the stick figures, or even the social interaction. But that's not it. Once you start playing KoL (and I don't mean lurking on the fringes, but truely becoming involved) you become family. I became family. I will most likely never meet most of my clannies in person. But that doesn't matter. These players have become my -- extended -- family. | | |
| Heh, I'm always the last to see such things, but just in case, check this out. Beatbox Inspector Gadget | | |
| I caved. I have a myspace now. For all of you who bullied me into it, I hope you're happy.
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