Well, I've done it. I went ahead and signed up for Second Life.

I am Widgett Wombat.

Yeah, I know. It's like the hero from a 1940s sci-fi radio show on shrooms, isn't it?

Anyway, what I have found is that the Second Life experience really isn't much different from the First Life experience. In both realities, I have all of these tools and power and ability, but with no clear way on how to use them all. So if you see a shmoe all in black trying to figure out how to build objects and doing it badly…that's probably me.

If you're in there, ping me in-world if it please you. I have plans and they will develop as they unfold. Or if you join up, tell em I referred you. What I want to do will cost game-money to pull off. I need land. And then I need ability.

God help me.

Musical Postscript: It's no mystery that I love mashups. Hell, Dark Blue Monstropolis is nearly completely built around the idea. "Stand Up and Ring My Doorbell" is a mash of Ludacris and White Stripes. And thankfully, it's a mashup that sounds to be uncensored. There's nothing that takes you out of a groove faster than a big dead space where a "shit" or a "fuck" once lived. I understand these are getting radio play, but can we get a "dirty" version for those of us who can hear such words without our worldviews collapsing? Anyway, mini-rant ends. Found that song via Between Thought and Expression.