The Ninety-Nine Percent

99% of rabbits are not Elite.

Fact.

And, truth be told, they never could have been. Their common-garden DNA-seed was sown randomly and without any forethought or eugenic-type planning.

99% of rabbits have their destiny broadly defined before they were even born. They have no control over the dominant and recessive genes inherited from their parents. Their fate is sealed, no matter how hard or how vocally they may protest.

My own rabbits – Simon, Vellhi and Orwell – have occupied my land now for over a year-half. In that time, I have observed them closely and have written before about their individual personalities.

Despite their individual personality differences, the one common genetic trait all three share is they enjoy watching television while nibbling on chocolate-carrot cake.

And because of this particular shared genetic trait, they do not seem to be able to muster the necessary self-motivation to make those changes to their lives to ensure that their offspring have a chance of joining the 1% of Elite rabbits. 

The first philosophical question I pose for you today, dear reader, is this:

“Should a rabbit deny him or herself the self-gratification of television and chocolate-carrot cake so that their future offspring have a chance of living the 1% Elite life of a Br’er Rabbit, or a Peter Rabbit, or a Roger Rabbit or a Bugs Bunny?”

And the second question is this:

“Should I love Simon, Vellhi and Orwell any less because they are not one of the 1% Elite?”

Ponder well, dear reader, for the future of rabbit-kind may be in your hands.

For the Ozimal enthusiasts, I list below the key stats of my rabbits, just in case you wish to recruit any of them for breeding:

 Simon (neé ‘Simone’) Rain

Birthday: 16^th December 2010

Primary Personality Trait: “Buck trapped in the body of a doe”

Gender: Female, in a male kinda way

Fur type: Standard

Ears: Standard

Shade: Standard

Outstanding Features: None

Special Abilities: None

Hobbies & Interests: Watching TV while nibbling chocolate-carrot cake.

Vellhi Rain

Birthday: 19^th December 2010

Primary Personality Trait: Suffers from ‘Chronic Obsessive Happiness Disorder’

Gender: Male

Fur type: Standard

Ears: Standard

Shade: Standard

Outstanding Features: None

Special Abilities: None

Hobbies & Interests: Watching TV while nibbling chocolate-carrot cake.

Orwell Rain

Birthday: 20^th December 2010

Primary Personality Trait: Nasty piece of work. No one has a good word to say about him.

Gender: Male

Fur type: Standard

Ears: Standard

Shade: Standard

Outstanding Features: None

Special Abilities: None

Hobbies & Interests: Watching TV while nibbling chocolate-carrot cake

"Xmas" Is A Four-Letter Word

[01:54] Pixie Rain: What would you like for Christmas, Orwell?

[01:54] Orwell Rain: /me smiles

[01:54] Orwell Rain: Good question, Little One.

[01:54] Orwell Rain: I want to sit on the pile of asphalt in front of The Creature

[01:54] Orwell Rain: And tease and torment him all day

[01:54] Orwell Rain: /me grins

[01:55] Pixie Rain: That is just so nasty!

[01:55] Pixie Rain: In Heaven’s name, Orwell, where on Earth do you get these awful ideas

[01:55] Pixie Rain: on Christmas Day too?

[01:55] Orwell Rain: /me grins

[01:55] Orwell Rain: Jerusalem

[01:56] Pixie Rain: ffs, Orwell

[01:56] Pixie Rain: Simon and Vellhi were happy with a chocolate-carrot cake

[01:56] Pixie Rain: Why can’t you be more like them?

[01:56] Orwell Rain: /me smiles down at His Baby Girl

[01:56] Orwell Rain: There is no other like Me

[01:56] Orwell Rain: All those others are fakes, pretenders and wannabes

[01:57] Orwell Rain: Y/you will find comfort if Y/you submit to My Collar

[01:59] Orwell Rain: /me smiles

[02:04] Orwell Rain: ?????

[02:07] Pixie Rain: Why the hell are you talking like an SL BDSM Master?

[02:07] Pixie Rain: You sound like a fucking retard

[02:07] Pixie Rain: Stop it

[02:07] Orwell Rain: /me frowns

[02:07] Pixie Rain: Right now!

[02:18] Orwell Rain: Is there any chocolate-carrot cake left, please?

[02:18] Pixie Rain: Yeah, over next to the bin bags

[02:18] Pixie Rain: Help yourself

[02:20] Orwell Rain: I love you, Pixie Rain

[02:20] Pixie Rain: I know you do, Orwell

[02:20] Pixie Rain: I love you too

Rabbits Are People Too

“…and the rabbits sang as if every sparkling drop of morning dew were a fountain of inspiration to them...”

- The Pickwick Papers (1836), Charles Dickens

Simon on her Hatch Day, 365 days ago

Today, Simon - my oldest rabbit - has her 365^th Rez Day !

As I have explained before, whereas human avatars have one Rez Day per year, virtual rabbits have one Rez Day per day.

It's just another one of those Marvellous Mysteries of the Metaverse.

Celebration Carrot Cakes

In this transient, changeable and fickle world that is Second Life, not many rabbits actually make it to their 365^th Rez Day – geez, very few human avatars even make it to their 1^st Rez Day if retention figures are anything to go by!

So it really is quite a feat that Simon has survived so long! A good reason indeed to celebrate - especially after her difficult early life.

You see, Simon has certain gender issues that she would rather we didn’t discuss publicly.  She is a very sensitive rabbit; a buck trapped in the body of a doe.

Suffice it to say that she would rather we didn't address her by her real birth name, 'Simone'.

"Call me Simon"

Vellhi hatched two days after Simon.

Vellhi is always happy! Doesn't matter what happens, he is *always* happy!

How cool is that?

Well, actually, not very cool at all.

I am sad to report that a leading pet psychologist recently diagnosed Vellhi as suffering from Chronic Obsessive Happiness Disorder.

Watching him is like watching a clown perform at your grandma's wake - you know it is *intended* to cheer you up - but it is such singularly inappropriate behaviour that is just doesn't!

Vellhi - Catastrophically Happy

My youngest rabbit is Orwell - named after George Orwell and Orson Welles.

He is a nasty piece of work, a real evil buggar. He likes to call himself 'Napoleon'.

He taunts my other rabbits mercilessly: "If you're a buck, then why dontcha got a willy? Huh?", he will say. And things like, "Keep taking your pills, Happy Boy!"

Today he even threatened to bite off Tutsy's face!

Orwell - No one ever has a good word to say about him

In April 2011, Orwell got himself in trouble with The Authorities for faking his own death to try and claim the insurance money.

Because it was his first offence (that they were aware of), the police let him off with a caution. One of their friendly councillors gave him a donut and told him to stick more closely to church related social activities.

Orwell - Notorious Death Faker (April 2011)

Each of my rabbits has its own foibles and quirks, its own weaknesses and strengths, its own vulnerabilities.

And I love each one of them for who they are.

Because each of them is an individual.

In that respect at least, rabbits are people too.

Pixie xx

MachinimUWA IV - Award Ceremony

Sunday 6am SLT is the MachinimaUWA IV Grand Finale Awards Ceremony.

It is a RSVP event and I will be attending as Tutsy Navarathna’s guest.

Tutsy’s “A Journey into the Metaverse” was joint-winner of MachinimaUWA III before then going on the take second place at MachinExpo 2011.

As Chair of the Judging Panel for THE SEXIEST^® adult machinima contest, I must be demonstratively impartial and unbiased in that particular competition. This is obvious, stands to reason and is only right and proper.

However, as an audience member for MachinimaUWA, I can be as biased, prejudiced, unfair, partisan and opinionated as I blooming well want!

So, even though the competition for IV is very very tough this round, I’ll be getting right behind Tutsy’s entry - “Welcome to the Other Side” -  which I am delighted to have appeared in.

Come Sunday night, I will be dressed in my favourite Cheerleader outfit, waving my pom-poms in JayJay’s face and charging the audience to:

“Give me a ‘T’! Give me a ‘U’! Give me a ‘T’….” ad nauseum.

Well, perhaps not.

But I am gonna have a great time, regardless of who wins!

I am really, really looking forward to it and will embed the winner here after Sunday's ceremony!

In the picture above, the comic-book speech bubbles are gifts from BobE Schism. They were props from his extremely popular and fabulous first-ever machinima - “Hanging Out To Dry”.

Hanging Out is not in MachinimaUWA but, I love it so much, I just wanted an excuse to embed it!

Jackass Rabbit

You crazy rabbit!

I'm out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing?

Singing and dancing!

'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' (1988)

To jointly celebrate Orwell's 267th Rez Day* and the fact that my 'Rabbit Girl Porn Star'** picture is the most popular post on this blog, the Pixie Rain Vanity Photograph Company have just released this new stunning but understated photograph.

For sale to wholesale retailers only, in bulk quantities.

*interesting factoid. Whereas avatars have one Rez Day per year, Virtual Rabbits have one Rez Day per day. No one knows why. Not even me. And I was the one who just made it up.

**exactly what search results people are hoping to find by goggling "Rabbit Porn" is quite beyond my understanding.  Or is it?

A Quiet Sunday Night In

"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you"

                                       - Christian Morganster

 (click to enlarge images)

The Secret Life of Leaves

It was my RL birthday last Friday and to celebrate I spent the weekend in the Big Bad City spending money I didn't have on alcoholic drinks I didn't want.

Crying Over A Spilt Milk Crate

Had a fabulous time.

The Joy of Leaves

But come Sunday night, I was too knackered to do any editing on 'Rapture'.

At Home, Far Away

Now, normally when I am too tired to edit, I will go exploring, usually to a place someone has sent me an LM for.


Recently, however, I have taken to simply opening the map on the mainland and double-clicking at random to teleport to a unknown destination. I then just walk and explore.

My Home Region

The problem with walking on the mainland is - no matter how careful you are, no matter how respectful you are, no matter how polite - at some point you'll end up getting tp'd home by some security device or another.

My Parcel & Region

So, with that in mind, tonight I decided to cut out the middleman and simply stay at home and write about that.

Chillin' On The Fridge

 My home region is owned by Debbie Trilling and Adec Alexandria.


Debbie and Adec generously allow me to squat rent-free on their beautiful sim. I really can not thank them enough.

Front Porch of My Caravan

 Both Debbie and Adec are accomplished artists and SL Content Creators in their own right.

Bath, Washing Line & Ancient Roman Pillar

Debbie is a scripter, particle artist and Creative Director responsible for some of the biggest performance shows to hit SL, including 'The Wall' and 'Metropolis'. She has also created the climax of SL's "Burning Life" festival - the actual burning of The Man - in 2009, 2010 and will again in October 2011.

My Parcel 

Amongst her other accomplishments, Debbie also originally invented that gadget which asks to display your profile picture. She released the script code open-source. All those gadgets you see for sale are based on the core of this free code.

Old Fridge, Film Award, Bin Bags & Milk Crate

 Adec is an imaginative architectural builder and SL artistic photographer.


Many of his flickr compositions show an emotional depth that one can not help feeling is very personal indeed. In fact, some (which sadly I can not seem to locate right now to link to) made me feel I was intruding into something intensely private.

Latrine, Fridge, Film Award (fabulous Igor Ballyhoo sculpture in background)

I felt honoured and humbled when Debbie and Adec asked me if I would like to come live on their region with them.

Simon, Pixie & Dave

My oldest friend in Second Life is Dave Vellhi.

Dave has his own rocking chair on my parcel that no one else is allowed to use. He made it himself. We sit and chat, looking out to the sea. I pot; Dave rocks.

Simon The Rabbit

I met Dave in my first week of Second Life.

He has always been so supportive and kind. He even brought me my first rabbit, Simon.

My Latrine

And he got me this lovely latrine for my birthday.

Pile of Asphalt & The Creature's Box

Dave also made me this pile of asphalt and shovel. A "must have" item for any self-respecting gypsy.

But best of all, Dave built me my own production studio where I can film set pieces and I also have my blue and green screen studios.

The studio is housed on Dave's own sim - a simple teleport away from my home.

Dave & Pixie's Roles in the Hay

Apart from Simon, I also have a rabbit called Vellhi, named in honour of Dave.

Vellhi The Rabbit

My third rabbit is called Orwell, after Orson Welles and George Orwell.

Orwell The Rabbit

Apart from the rabbits, I also share my parcel with a lump of mold, The Creature and The Watcher. All three are low maintenance and hate being cuddled.

The Creature, however, does seem to enjoy being tickled.

Mold, The Creature and The Watcher

I love the region I live on and my parcel on it. I love my rabbits and my creatures. I love my flowers and leaves, my caravan, my asphalt and my junk-rubbish.

But most of all, I love my friends for letting me be me, and for loving me for being me.

Pixie

xxx

Orwell RIP - Insurance Fraud

Orwell Rain RIP - No one had a good word to say about him


Whereas Vellhi is always happy and Simon is pleasantly pervy, Orwell is a nasty piece of work...

Here he is feigning his own death for attention, for sympathy and for the insurance money.