I got nothing today really. I’d post song lyrics with a video and pictures but honestly I’ve got some blues songs in my head and I doubt you kids are fans of the blues. So instead, I’m just gonna post pictures and perhaps tell you where everything is from.
So, with my return to Second Life I arrived just in time for Linden Homes to be announced. And I thought to myself “Self, it would be good to have a place to unpack shit and take horrible photographs for your blog of doom and hey, it’s only 10 dollars a month. You spend more than that on way sillier things”. And so I stared at the menu to select one and explored the several different options. In the end I chose the Skylight model in the Meadowbrook theme. And things were good…or so I thought.
The Author Standing In front of His Small Abode.
When I first started the great clusterfuck known as Second Life I was drawn immediately to the “night life”, the clubs, the venues for entertainment And in the beginning it was awesome. I got a job as a dancer/escort and then eventually as a DJ. Things were fun, there was drama always in the air, and people were having a good time. Any time of day on any day you could throw a stick and it would land somewhere that had something going on. The best part was, nobody took themselves too seriously. If you owned a club it was to have fun at the club. Because as any wise person would tell you, if you planned on making a butt load of cash as a Club Owner then you were high. Something happened though and I do not know what it was. But it seems there is no more joy in Mudville as Mighty Casey has said “Clubs are Serious Business”. I am going to take a two hour block today for example. Let’s see….tonight is March 3rd 2010. We’ll look at 8pm to 10pm SLT. I’ll only post the stand outs, also I am going to eliminate all of the “Best In” contests as really, I think we’ve fucking had just about enough of those. Also, I am just looking at the Nightlife/Entertainment section. Let’s see here…
*begins to search and peel through the horrible advertisements*
I have found…5. Five whole events in the whole of Second Life in a two hour block in this section. Of those five events two of them are mall advertisiments and one is a Help Wanted ad. This leaves two. Two clubs in all of Second Life.
Fuck people, do you not realize how incredibly sad this is? While we’ve been so concerned with who’s screwing who on plurk, what the latest drama du jour is, and OMG SOMEBODY COPIED SOMETHING FROM THE REAL WORLD and entire section of Second Life appears to be withering and dying a slow death. And while some of your elitist assclowns may be looking down your basement dwelling noses and uttering the words “Well we don’t really need clubs”..I ask you this. Without clubs where would you wear your new outfits? Would you just blog them and be all “Look I got the latest clothing and I’m just going to take a static picture of it so I look better than all of you”? Bullshit. Without clubs how would you meet new people and network? You know networking….human interaction…making friends. The thing that is pretty vital in a social game such as this. Without Clubs where are the live music acts going to play? Are you going to be seeing ads for “Inglebert Mufflefarter and The Fabulous Fishcakes tonight live at Sandbox Cordova”? I am going to go ahead with no.
So wise up meatsacks, pay attention to your surroundings and notice that a vital and rather large part of Second Life is croaking.
But this just isn’t the attendee’s fault. No, at some point Club Owners started taking themselves entirely too seriously. Here is how you can fix that too.
- Get rid of this whole club exclusivity bullshit. Let people work at different clubs. They will bring you customers if they develop followings.
- Shit like: “–You should be willing/able to work 10 hours per week, but this is not mandatory. We understand that some exceptions may be necessary.” is ridiculous. First off 10 hours a week? If your going to require a quarter of a full time work week from your employees then you should pay them….alot. Not this whole “You work for tips and we take a cut” shit.
- For love of monkeys, enough with the “Best of” bullshit. In fact, stop the contests. Stop paying people to attend your club. It’s like trying to lure in innocents with candy. And we all know the contests are either A: rigged or B: a matter of popularity. Also, under no circumstances should you ever let your employees enter them.
- Learn to build or hire somebody. 4 walls, a ceiling, and animated floor, and a giant picture of SL Animated tits does not a club make. Customers will like the atmosphere and be inclined to stay longer.
- Stop trying to make money. It’s the club industry. Much like RL, clubs are giant money pits. Learn it, accept it, deal with it. Chances are once you stop trying to make money and start having fun you’ll begin to break even.
And this last one is just personal. Stop using the word “deviant”. Just cut it the fuck out. If everybody is deviant then everybody is normal and that means everybody is boring.
Anyways, that is just my two cents.
Giant Robots are awesome. Anybody who says differently probably got beat up for bringing GoBots to the party back in the day. So with Giant Robots being awesome, and me to the best of my recollection never giving Bare Rose any love. Here is your fashion(ish) post.
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo Shiri tai
You’re wondering who I am
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(Secret, secret, I’ve got a secret)
I am the modern man
Lately I’ve been thinking of setting up all my fashion post to music. That way it’ll keep me from having to come up with shit to say about the clothing. Also, because I like music. And I’m lazy. So…
Hey… oooh…
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah…
Uh huh… uh huh… ooh…
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine
Dancien is wearing:
Skin: Mathieu SK 4 – Belleza
Outfit: Streets – Avid
Hair: Edo (Bark) – Bryce
Sunglasses: Stream - Role Optic
The song is of course Pearl Jam’s “Black”
Fast Tube by Casper
Look! Fashion Bitches!!
It’s been awhile since I’ve been shopping in Second Life. Apparently there were some places I had not discovered yet. So here is a fashion post in which I show off what I got. Well at least some of it. Had I posted ALL of it at once some of you whiners would have been all “OMG this is too long to read!! Why have you offended my delicate internet sensibilities?”
As some of you may have noticed, it’s been a long time between posts here on Atomic Valley. For various reasons (the least of which the incredible amount of stupid floating around in the Second Life Community) I kind of lost steam. The desire to even take pictures and go “Hey this is the shit I am wearing” was gone as well. After a time away I have decided to pick up the keyboard once again and administer textual (that may not be a word and if it isn’t I just claimed rights to it) beatings to those who so desperately deserve it. And with all that being said there are going to be a few changes to Atomic Valley Policy.
It’s at this cloying, commercialistic, bipolar, hamstrung time of year that I like to take a good look at the people around me and say “Hey you! Get that dick out’cha mouth and get off my front lawn!” That’s basically what I’ll be doing here at Atomic Valley. Enjoy. -Bidi
I probably have an issue with you, but don’t take it personally. If you think what I write is a jab at you please acknowledge that what you’re feeling is called guilt and, while maybe misplaced, you should examine that emotion. Today I want to discuss the special, sparkling little snowflakes of our community. I’d like you to keep an eye on that word (community) as it will become increasingly more important.
Earlier this week Dancien made a post about how Kyrah Abattoir is a pedophile apologist. While this is entirely true, I want to discuss the nature of this type of person rather than just ram a grenade up that particular SL’er’s large intestine. I’d like to talk about the personality type that is SO PC that they can turn child rape into a lifestyle choice as opposed to a crime. At what point did our online community become so open-minded and open-armed as to welcome child molesters? I know it takes all kinds, but some of those kinds should really be locked up in the shithouse to choke on the fumes. Being selective about who you let into your community is not only natural, it’s a biological imperative. It’s OK to trust that feeling in your gut when you sense something wrong with someone because that feeling is called ‘instinct’ and has been bred into our species after millions of years of evolution to guard against danger.
What’s that? Talk about the special people now, Bidi? Alrighty.
Now, I don’t really want to rain on anyone’s parade since it’s Christmas and all. OK, that’s a total lie. I totally want to do that. There is a certain segment of our community that considers themselves very special and important. Why? Well, I’m not entirely sure. You know these people. They prioritize their in-world time (sometimes with an actual schedule, which is just so freaking sad) and give sweeping edicts that the rest of the social circle is supposed to take as gospel. If you don’t, well, you know what happens to you, as I’m sure it has at some point. They might have something they do in-world like writing, photography, prostitution, whatever that their circle is constantly reinforcing the idea that they’re the best in. I’m not saying that there aren’t amazingly talented people in SL because there are a ton of them. I’m talking about the people who are so transparently untalented that they need constant emotional support from vapid sheep to assuage that feeling that they’re, indeed, not good enough. You know these people as the ones people complain about behind their backs. You’ll also note that lots of the time these people are embroiled in drama, whether over some imagined slight, haters, or for the ‘good of the community’. They insist that you take their side in the ‘drama’ and make vague threats if you don’t. These are as much of a danger to the community as the PC Nazis, if not more.
What about emotional vampires? Let’s talk about it.
You know these people, too. There’s at least one in every work environment. They just feel things SO MUCH MORE than the people around them. These people tend to come out of the woodwork after someone dies or is injured. “But we were so close,” They say, even though you know for a fact it isn’t remotely true. You may have noticed them this weekend after actress Brittany Murphy died. Twitter and Plurk lit up like a Christmas tree with mourners expressing their deep, entrenched and existential grief over her passing. Why? No disrespect to Murphy or her family as I’m sure she was a wonderful person, but it’s not like they knew her or had probably been impacted by her acting in many years. It was simply another opportunity for others to SEE THEIR DEEP PAIN and give them some attention. They will feed off pretty much any situation in which they can co-opt other’s pain as their own.
These are all facets of our community: our SL culture. You are also a member of that community and have just as much say as anyone else as to what goes on in it. Yes, just as much as even the ‘important’ people. People need to remember that this is a game; people are only as important as they make themselves. Those that step on other people to further themselves, their PC viewpoints, or feed on another’s emotional situation need to be informed that this community is not solely theirs to do with as they please. There’s a lot more of us than there is of them. Remember that, it’s important.
Every Tuesday (more or less) Dancien DJs at the PMG cafe, which is in his home base of Denton Valley. Tonight was the Christmas party and he graciously allowed me to show up and go postal in my Hanukkah girl outfit. Yes I robbed a bank in it last year so, and although its silly and nearly criminal to wear the same dress twice, I just had to do some sort of prank.
Fast Tube by Casper
I wish I knew exactly what Dancien was wearing. I did recognize one of the Zombie skins from Nomine. I was also very obliged to the people attending the party, who were very nice to me when I arrived and asked to film them being massacred. Not surprisingly everyone seemed to take off suddenly. Thanks guys. :p
Juana Hanukkah girl wears:
Hanukkah dress by Katatonik (from last year yes but I still like it)
Hair acessorie by Sweetaholic
Skull nose piercing by AVZ
Arm warmer spikes by Susie
Black boots by J’s
Necromantic bloomers by violent seduction
MP5 by Breach
Tree of life necklace by Tekeli’li
Nadeshiko hair kuromame by Ay.line
Solaris glasses by Tesla (I am not certain they still exist)
Annalisa boheme skin by Rotten toe
Wine hair rose by Gfield
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