Good Hair at your fingertips!

Hi everybody! Nath again, here to tell you that he's a hairoholic. As someone people think is something of an Authority on men's hair, I often get people coming to me and saying, "Where do I get good hair, Nath?" I find the question very pleasing, honestly! I enjoy helping people find a hairstyle that suits their avatar, and I'm enough of an egotistical jerk to enjoy people giving a nod to my knowledge. I wound up becoming a coiffureista (it's like a fashionista, but with hair) because early on in my SL experience, I bought what was Completely The Best Hair Ever, in my view. It's an oldie but goodie, Naughty's "The Outsider"- currently, Naughty's closed for renovations, but I'm sure Lost Thereian will bring the shop around again. 

It was 4 years ago.

  And in one of those accidental errors a newbie makes, I accidentally deleted it. Oops! Oh well, so I went back to the store to buy it again... and the store had stopped selling it in the lovely blue-black that I loved. Or grey-black. Or red-black. ALL THE BLACK VALUES WERE GONE!!!

NoooooOOOOooo! 
For most of a year then, I went around in SL trying to find a hair I liked as much. I tried many, many hairs at many, many stores... and finally the original shop got a customer support person. I mentioned the problem to her, asking why it wasn't available, and within about 30 hours, the hair was again on the shelf, and I could wear it again! And, within about 20 minutes of that, I decided I was done wearing it. But! There were some important lessons I learned from this experience.

The Dog Days of Summer...Already?

I'm a wuss when it comes to heat. A total wuss. And 80 degree temps in April are killing me. We usually rarely top this in the summer. So, in response to the summer-like heat when we should only be hitting 65 degrees here, I'm cooling my av down with summer dress.

Even Alfred agrees that this kind of heat in April is evil.

In protest of the heat, I've shaved my head, lost my shirt, tossed my shoes and refused to even button my shorts. My new friend Alfred (who scared me when I tped into Juve's small gay paradise to take my photos) is refusing to move much, other than to flop onto his side and return to his upright position again. I can't blame him much. He can't take off that fur coat.

Noob Beautiful

Older Second Life residents still cringe when they recall how they looked when they first arrived on the grid, with bad hair, clothes that looked like they were applied with a paintbrush, and the ubiquitous duck walk.

And this isn't even the worst of the early appearances.