SL/total rambling of As

Anima
I want animation of me checking my wristwatch after each 10 minutes spent with a woman shopping for hair.

Announcement
We'll be holding weekly "bong-band" meetings at my house so bring your bongs and be prepared to suck.

Activism
Since our beach view was sold to a bunch of greedy developers, I propose we erect a giant mural of a beach scene in our backyards that defies the original.

Art
I want a poor house with a very very expensive bathroom.

Attraction?
He needs an animation of fainting every time he sees boobs. Paradoxically, boobs are the only things that can bring him back to life.

Alternative
"I'm going to be the first father that gives birth on Second Life."
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Instead of lindens we will be dispensing our own currency: lyndons.

SL/420/Happy Tables

The tip is something you have to earn tonight. Read it.

Speaking of $$$

A good way to earn lindens would be to inch your way along a power line (tip-toeing). The powerline would occasionally sway in the wind, and you might not make it to other side. Also, it could rain at any moment, making you a fried possum. But the longer you stay on the powerline, the more you will earn.

Another way would be to hang around a fountain and when passers-by toss in coins you could dive after them. (This would all be legit, of course.) Several of you would be diving at once so it would resemble the Epiphany of the Greek Orthodox Church (except this one's for strict monetary gain). The scene could also look like a dolphin show, but instead of fish, you would surface with lindens in your teeth. You could dry off between dives and change outfits--possibly earning more lindens that way. Soon you would be in good enough (financial) shape to leave the fountain but why would you? The fountain is a really cool place to hang out.

Running Advertisement

I'd spotted this cutie in the casino and she was wearing a sandwich board, but when I moved in closer to read it, she took off running.

Later at the thinking lounge.

Trying to recall what the advertisement had said.

SL/420/Fantasy Flight

I'd love to sit in the middle of a busy airplane (like a 747) and have drinks served to me, maybe an inflight movie, and some turbulance.

The stewardess would be wearing a skimpy stewardess outfit and I would be able to see the outline of her thong underwear. I would get popcorn served via a combo poporn/air-sickness bag that drops from the ceiling.

The only smoking would be from the complimentary joints the stewardess hands out.

We'd have permission to open the emergency doors and bail out with parachutes strapped to our backs. This would be for sport.

Meanwhile, a Mile-High Club would thrive in the restrooms. (New sex animations would have to be invented, especially for those cramped conditions.)

The inflight movie could only show airline disaster flicks.

Along the way, turbulance would occasionally rock the boat, forcing us to change seats. We would have new seat mates. Aisle-seaters would have window seats and vice versa. Those standing would be tossed all directions. New dance partners would be created!

The cockpit would not be off-limits. Every guy would be able to drool over the control panel. Every girl would be able to seduce the pilots.
[If the pilots were women, they could also be seduced.]

The scenery outside the windows would change according to the conditions. If it was rainy, then you might see lightning. If it was sunny, then you might see a UFO>>>>>

The meals on the aircraft would be barely edible. In fact, free lindens could be obtained by suffering through multiple airline meals.

The passenger who donates the most money at the end of the flight gets to have his/her bags carried out personally by the pilot.
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New Group name:
The group above my head currently says: "Damn Crazy," which I am partial to.
Although this one would be tasteless: "Extremely Popular."

Second Life/Sexy Lexi

There is a fascinating world out there called Second Life, which only exists on the Web. And I have been playing it (or wandering on it) since earlier this week.

Yesterday I ended up getting kicked out (and banned) from an '80s dance club by a girl named Lexi. (Lexi, by the way, is the perfect name for a proprietor of an '80s dance club.) Lexi was about 25 and built--or built as much as pixels can be--and she stood on a table, dancing away...topless. She became my first topless table dancer! I gave her 50 (Linden) dollars. (Linden dollars is the official currency in Second Life.)
Maybe my gums flapped too much, because Lexi soon grew tired of my act and bounced me from the club. Banned. [She need not hire bouncers, by the way, because she's more than capable of bouncing people herself.] I found myself outside the club, literally looking in. Emotionally, I was roughed up but otherwise I was okay enough to start wandering the grounds--looking for a way back in.
Sexy Lexi.
I must have "wandered" for over five minutes, peering in windows, checking doors: Everything was locked. Yes, I know it all sounds desperate, but as far as I was concerned, me and Lexi still had unfinished business to tend to. (I *needed* back in.)

I even tried IMing her a half-dozen times. No response. Apparently when you are "banned" on SL your messages disappear into the void of cyber space--especially when you are trying to reach a proprietor. Lexi, as owner of the club, could not hear my cries for re-admittance, nor see me pounding on the door.

Then something stopped me: What if it really wasn't an '80s dance club? What if it really was a front for prostitution? Hadn't Sexy Lexi been a pixelated call girl? A phore?
Hadn't the whole '80s dance club thing been a masquerade; a front? Come to think of it, even the music made no sense: over-the-top arrangements by Motley Crüe followed by some piffle from Air Supply? Any self-respecting '80s dance club knew better than this.

Then I had my answer:
I was lucky to have most of my Linden dollars left.

Another lesson learned from Second Life!