Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
This is Pathfinder Linden, AKA John Lester, using a screen to show images of Second Life to a real life audience as we watch.
This can also be called "Second Life Residents Learning about Ourselves on Widescreen."
Or "Looking into Mirrors."
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
"I had to disrobe in the middle of that conversation to keep it interesting."
"Whenever I get labeled with something I want it on my outfit."
Question to Dr. Phil Plait
"If fundamentalists barely acknowledge astronomy as a science, will they be the last ones to outer space?"
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
"Unfortunately, our dance was brought to a screeching halt when a loud humming noise accompanied by the words 'THIS IS A TEST, THIS IS ONLY A TEST' came over the speakers."
The other hemisphere may conquer the earth
"He built an entire left-handers' paradise, to which right-handers had no choice but to adjust."
Risky but worth it
"At the risk of being accused of discrimination my group will be for Gemini right-handers only."
"Pardon me, I'm looking for an outfit that shows off my inner organs."
Traveling the easy way
"For 50,000L$ he offered to build me a teleport to There.com."
"Virtual leather means no cows were sacrificed so that you could look tough."
Here are some archival shots of the joint under construction.
As is often the case, my attention changed...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
"Will the person I was making love to under the canopy please report to the Information kiosk, center sim?"
"My religion forbade me from eating with my lips."
Drag racing for the masses:
"When the tires smoke you can get a wonderful buzz."
Worker at SeXpo:
"I have perky computers."
"I still have remnants of last night's slap mark on my face."
"Instead of an Englishman saying it, I want a redneck to say 'You're a Wanker.'"
Sunday, April 08, 2007
SL/Sex with an alien
Yetrates brought me to the Bates Motel.
Since her last name is 'Bates' she thought it would be a good place
I entered one of the rooms and I saw we had the same taste in bookshelves.
Moments later a woman came breezing through the bookshelves like it was a beaded doorway. She said it contained her office.
I complimented her on having a hidden office within the Bates Motel.
It dawned at me at this point that this was a strange place. It could also be a brothel.
I saw an alien outside. It was some kind of alien...escort.
Rather than take the chance of having my sexual material forcibly
removed that night, I volunteered to find us a room. The alien was agreeable, but wanted dibs on any material left behind from previous rendezvous.
I couldn't get comfortable in bed with the lights on.
Even the bathroom light was on.
I told the alien to find a way to shut off the lights--please.
Then two humans joined us in staring at me in disbelief.
When I stood up to surrender none of them offered to help.
So, to impress them all, I began doing push-ups on the bed.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
[18:18] Patric: what is the time difference from here to greenland, milo?
[18:18] Milorad Lehmann: lol
[18:18] Milorad Lehmann: how the hell i know
[18:18] Patric: we had some greenlanders on here earlier
[18:19] Milorad Lehmann: lol no way