Marrying Off My Wifey

Odd title for a post? Well, it’s an odd relationship between Cyn and me. We met in Second Life at a club we both used to frequent (and where I worked for year). We were casual acquaintances, only talking in local chat until one night, I bumped into her in a shop where we were stalking Lucky Chairs. (For those unfamiliar with a Lucky Chair, it is a chair that generates random letters for a period of time. If the initial of your first name comes up and you sit on the chair, you win the prize displayed). At some point, a noobie (a new resident of Second Life) came in and said, “I’m new.” Cyn said, “I’m not,” and we both laughed. The noobie then asked where he could open a box. Cyn replied (truthfully), “At a sandbox.” The noobie, obviously not believing her, unwisely commenced to calling her names that would make a trucker blush. Before I could even type, “Uh oh,” Cyn, who just happened to have a giant frying pan in her hand, walloped him, sending him flying across the store (NB: this does not cause permanent damage to the person being…umm…fried). Through fits of laughter, we bonded as he came back time after time and she took random potshots at him whenever he got within range. To make matters better or worse (depending on your perspective, and ours was of near-drunken laughter), I invited a friend to come grab a prize when her letter came up. Unfortunately, she landed between Cyn and the noobie as he made an appearance, and she ended up in the line of fire, eventually coming to rest in a neighbouring store. By this time, I, at least was at the snorting stage and my sides ached for days.

That’s just a bit of background, and the story goes on. How I came to be Cyn’s wifey (and she mine) occurred another night in the club. At the time, I wore a titler – floating text over my head that allows other residents to change what is written there at random times. I was away from my keyboard (AFK) when that opportunity arose. Cyn grabbed it to title me “Cyn’s Wifey”. And each time it came up throughout the night, she quickly changed it to a variation of the theme.

That was almost two years ago, and although our paths have diverged and we don’t see each other as often, Cyn will always be my wifey.

This weekend, she got married in Second Life. I actually met Tristan, her husband, the first night they danced. She asked me if I would take photographs of the wedding, and I happily agreed. My gift to my wifey, Cyn, and the man who has made her life a joy.

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And finallly, my signature wedding photo:

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May you always be as happy as you were on this day, my wifey.

Now, get Tristan to go make us a sammich 😉

Simply Shane

On first glance, Shane is as tough as the title character of the classic movie by the same name. Protective, mysterious and a little bit dangerous. He projects an air of quiet confidence that is not to be trifled with. That was a side of Shane that was easily captured when I did his photo shoot.

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But there’s another side of Shane I wanted to portray, as well. The side that stole a pixie’s heart. A man who is fashion-conscious while maintaining a masculine image. A man who is generous and caring behind a facade of unyielding masculinity. A side that is a little harder to get to know, but worth every ounce of effort.

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He’s a bit of an enigma. He’s decent and kind.

He’s simply Shane.

The Purple-Haired Pixie

Feisty. Playful. Just a little naughty. A bacon-loving, shoe-fanatical, shopping-crazed, music cover-addicted, purple-haired pixie. That’s Hope Seranade. An Irish fireball with a giggle to make your heart sing. She’s one hell of a DJ and and even better friend.

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My favourite internet meme is one that says “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be a princess. No, seriously. Someone needs to fix this.” I laugh at it, but think, yeah, I’m pretty sure I was. And I think that about Hope, too.

When Hope asked me to do her photographs, I had a lot of choices for how I wanted to portray her. I decided to forgo the bacon 😀 , but I had to include the shoes! And I dragged out a pose prop I bought on impulse, but didn’t really think I’d ever use. (Hey, it was on sale – something Hope would understand!) Instead, when Hope put on her pretty princess dress, I knew it would be the perfect backdrop for her.

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But I also wanted to show the “rock chick” side of Hope. The edgy DJ who loves nothing more than to ferret out covers, play new music, mix up the tracks so her audience is always listening…anticipating the next tune. And waiting for that Irish lilt to carry across the airwaves, laughter always underpinning her words. No matter how much Hope may be hurting – physically or emotionally – when she plays music, her spirit soars. And anybody listening in can feel it and take that joyful ride with her.

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I work with Hope at Breaking The Rules in Second Life, but she’s more than a boss or coworker; she’s a friend and I’m blessed to have this purple-haired pixie in my life.