Showing posts with label Fuzz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fuzz. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Fuzz joins Team Jacob

In a mark of solidarity with the modern metrosexual werewolf who shave and waxes, Fuzz has gone for the smooth look.


Before


After.

Actually it's a pledge he made for funds raised during RFL this year. He's going bald for a year.

Mr. Sheen never looked so manly.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Fuzzday Celebrations

Friday night was the RL birthday of the typist behind Steelhead's favourite Sheriff Fuzzball Ortega.


Fuzz in his shiny new DJ booth.


Revellers aboard The Jolly Pigeon.


Me in my RoboFuzz outfit with Christine, with Fuzz's sister Angelica in the background.


Dancers all over the ship. Like barnacles :-)

Monday, 8 December 2008

Ice Skating in Steelhead

Snow came to Steelhead and the Harbour froze over.


There was skating on the ice


Sheriff Ortega plays "Snoopy's Christmas"


Even the snowmen were skating


Winter had indeed come to Steelhead

Sunday, 16 November 2008

Shaken not Stirred

Steelhead had its weekly dance last night and for the first while in a long time I was able to make the party.

This week the theme was Bond, James Bond.

There were Bond Girls, villains and Bond clones out in force. A great turnout and an impressive line up of music from Sheriff Fuzz.


A very good turnout for the night


Yours truly as Hugo Drax, a little something I whipped up that afternoon.


My dear Christine as "Maple Sugar". We're trying to find out if there's ever been a Canadian Bond Girl. Maybe James doesn't like Canadians.


Kamilah grooves to the tunes.


Kara Timtam practices at being Shark Bait. Sharks with fricken lasers.


Miss Eladrienne gets up to some High Jinx.


The Tanarian of the Davies sisters shows off her new wheels. The dropbear had to get one as well. Vrooom!


Hawc DeCosta in the Bond Barrel tunnel I built for the evening. Special thanks to Professor Avalanche for the free poses given away at "The Spy Who Lagged Me" party the week before.


The Baron shows his sparkiness with a Q jacket.


Fuzz wears the pimp-hat I sent him after his announcement about Steelhead Port Harbor.


"No Mr. Bond I expect you to die!" Wonderful scenery for the night.


Steelcobra and his huge Fist of Doom.


Even the Jägers were getting into the feel.

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Burns Night, Steelhead and Dancing Drop Bears

Friday night saw something a little different as far as Caledon events. While Caledon is quite up front about it's Scottish heritage (though you'd have to use small words to explain it to some) usually this involves a dance with a Scots theme. Friday night was the traditional Burns Night Supper to commemorate the anniversary of the birth of one of Scotland's greatest poets. To celebrate, Her Grace of Loch Avie and Miss Soliel Snook organised a sit down dinner.



Complete with tatties and neeps, haggis, plenty of whisky and the traditional reading of various poems and historical anecdotes.

Yours truly was providing the music but my typist encountered some early problems requiring a complete system shutdown. Thankfully Her Grace of Carntaigh was onhand to cover for me while he instituted Emergency Repair Procedures.



The it was on with the dancing with some Scottish themed tunes.

Saturday night was Steelhead's formal for the month with the theme of "Steelhead" (possibly about as close to having a western theme as it's likely to get) which I dressed as Sheriff Jobias Barthelmess...



But I couldn't stay long as I was running my own Australia Day party in Caledon Cay.


Lawns, barbeque, esky, choons. (I need to get myself a set of cricket whites I think)


A visit from a "Darwin Tourist Trap".


Two drop bears and a bunny.


More dancing.


My dear wife and Miss Gildea play on the clothes line.


And what's an Australia Day party without beer?

Monday, 17 December 2007

Raising funds in Steelhead

Saturday evening after finishing some RL commitments I was back in Steelhead to help raise some money for the upcoming Steelhead Harbourside



The sim is nearly completed in its prebooking and to help along the finances, the Men of Caledon were put on display as a fundraiser, with the announcement that they'd go topless if the donations reached the L$20,000 mark.


We were shirtless within 20 minutes.

No I'm not sure that it implies that the visiting women were a pack of perverts or that they were overly generous in their funding. Possibly both :-)


Hawc Decosta shows his sash.


Baron Wulfenbach displays some rather garish shorts


Myself and the non-furry Sheriff


My dear wife flashing a bit of thigh


Nice Chest


By the end of the night we had raised over L$75,000 and all sort of people were in all states of undress (including Tensai, who went topless once we reached L$60K, but I'll refrain from publishing the photos).

Great night and great fun and hopefully well on the way to launching the next stage of Steelhead.

Monday, 3 December 2007

Alba gu brath

Friday was the night I had been looking forward to for many months, when myself and the the Duchess of Loch Avie jointly presented the St. Andrew's Day festival for Caledon.

Sadly I was unable to make the Caber toss due to timezone differences (and having been up rather late the night before). But I had managed to twist Professor Avalanche's arm into coming up with a Hammer Throw to compliment it.


Hammer throwing.

However once potential throwers realised if you skittered the hammer along the ice it didn't register until it hit the ground at the end, the game soon devolved into a version of curling.


Next saw the Champions' Tournament. Acting as Champion for the Duchy of Carntaigh, I was defeated in the first round by the eventual winner of the Day, Miss Alex Fitzsimmons. I redeemed myself in the massed combat by making three kills before being finally eliminated.

Once darkness arrived out came the music and I set along a many and varied set of Scottish tunes for a great céilidh.


An assortment of Scottish delights including Scottish tablet, IRN BRU, deep fried Mars bars, Scotch eggs and uisge-beatha.


Revellers in kilts and tartan


More flinging


Even Steelhead's Sheriff Ortega found himself bekilted.


Even the wild haggis found themselves drawn to the festivities.


Some stray sheep wandered into the clearing wondering what all the noise was about


And then strange things like cats with buttered toast strapped to their backs started appearing.

I had a great night and it was my great pleasure to be able to co-host this wonderful event.

Slainte Mhath!

Monday, 5 November 2007

*hurk* Sorry. Hairball.

Steelhead was an Ailurophobe's nightmare as twitchy ears, whiskers and tails predominated Friday's dance. Sheriff Fuzzball Ortega spun the tunes and restrained his normally enthusiastic participation in the theme.


Steelhead's resident Neko, brought along an interesting kit that included catnip, moustraps, milk and string.


Lunar, donned claws but was otherwise his usual cuddly fuzzy self.


CeAire Decosta added the catsuit to the concept. Not sure if it was made from real cats though.


My dear wife looking extra cute, dancing with her "bodyguard".


Miss Laval sported more fluffy ears.


Miss Weatherwax to the front, while Fuzz dancing in the background with the Persian Furr Power Dancers


Frau Lowey after getting stuck into the polyjuice potion.


Koen made a public appearance in Steelhead. Must have worked out how to unlock his leash.


Miss Christiansen and her partner.


AzA's outfit was, as always, about the skin.