The Voices in My Head

So today as usual I did my music show. At first, it was almost dead. 2, sometimes 3 listeners for the first two hours. This was entirely caused by SL being broken again. Teleporting was down, and many private messages weren’t getting through. Nonetheless, I ended with a high of 15 listeners to hand off to the next DJ on the day’s schedule. I just hope DJ Omnifox didn’t drive everyone away too quickly, although apparently not, as the party was still going in full swing hours after the last scheduled show.

First up, the dressup I mentioned in the previous post is totally unofficial, and is not organised by big brother in any way. Instead, it should be read as a tribute to the strength of the friendships we developed over the last month. It is still not definite, but will probably happen over the next 2 weeks if it does.

For those who don’t know, Madlen Flint won. Congratulations, Maddy. the after-party was hosted by DJ Strangelove, who provided some truly excellent music. I’m sure the usual SL-specific news outlets will have more to say on that, so I’ll shut up on the eviction event and winner’s party now.

I was going to finally post my deep and insightful thoughts into the recent Big Brother event in Second Life that I took part in, but after some interesting discussions with the crew of that event, I have decided to hold back on that long file. A pity really, as it would have given me posting material for a couple of weeks.

Instead, here is a picture of a BDSM merchant wearing 3 prim cocks and playing the accordion.

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DJ Mythfit here, alias Warda Kitty. Just had a great New Year’s Eve music show. Almost 5 hours of non-stop music, and the theme was cats. By bizarre coincidence, almost everyone came witha c at avatar, and so I picked out songs with some kind of cat them (I’m too sexy…. Cat Stevens… What’s New Pussycat), along with my usual mix of music. For some reason the usual clubhouse was deserted, and we congregated around the sandbox instead. Tin roof for a dance floor, chimney for a dance ball, and sandbox for a sandbox for a tip jar. Or something like that anyway.