Archive for February, 2009

Why Second Life Makes Me Love My Country

Posted in Op/Ed on February 26, 2009 by Iris Seale


I love my country; the good old US of A. Really. Well, I did, and I think I will again. In fact, a certain aspect of SL has made a big push in that direction.

From the point at which I was really able to understand various layers of patriotism (let’s say 16) up until the 2008 election started to get swingin’, I was a conflicted girl. I’d read biographies of Teddy Roosevelt and Jefferson and shake my head; how could the legacy of those men beget the bumbling White House I was seeing. I took part in several dramatic readings of The Pledge to Resist at various theatrical locales, sighing rather pretentiously with my fellow theatre majors ‘Why can’t they just see what’s happening?’ I had all seven seasons of The West Wing on repeat. Constantly. Jed Bartlett was my personal president.

I spent my formative years growing up with the Bush administration (I’m in my early 20’s) and had no idea it could ever really make sense to be patriotic if that meant supporting our commander in chief. Eventually I learned that I can love the ideas that made my country while not loving what it was doing. One of the things that made that possible for me? Watching large groups of people in Second Life be gigantic assholes to each other.

No, hear me out. When I see or hear about people fighting over land, fashion, boyfriends, whatever, I get a little happy. I’ll read about it and mentally say ‘you go!’ for both sides. Unless it involves me, of course, and then the other side is totally wrong and must be wiped from the Earth. But that’s not my point. My point is: I love that I live in a place where it’s ok to scream your opinions and obscenities from the rooftop. It’s indoctrinated, and they haven’t tried to take that particular right away from me yet. I love that you have the inaliable right to call me a giant waggling cunt and face no kind of organized persecution for it. Go ahead, try it, it’s fun!

So rejoice in the drama that you see every day. Love the fact that you have the ability to have your own opinion. Tell the drama makers ‘good job’ and give them a cookie. Pitch in with your own thoughts and opinions on the argument even if you have nothing to do with it. It’s the blog-owners right to keep your opinions from appearing on their site, but put your ideas out there. And if she doesn’t publish your opinions, she’s exercising her own rights too. I love the dramablogosphere for the wonderful free exchange of ideas, opinions and vitriol that it is. Don’t ever change, you guys.


Who Said It? #1

Posted in Fun & Games with tags on February 25, 2009 by Catero

[CLOSED. Results below]

“If the said person has been disrespecting people’s integrity publicly, does [that] not justify the same treatment back in return.” 

This pearl of wisdom was left by one of our many commenters on The SL Revolution blog since the first post in September 2008.

The first person- excluding any SL Revolution contributors and the person quoted – who can accurately guess who penned these words will win a L$500 store card from Casa Del Shai.

Sweep the blog and try to figure out Who Said It?.

  • Please leave your guess in comments.
  • Guessing game will be open for guesses for 3 days and close on Friday, February 27 @ 12AM SLT.

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Answer: Sands (Leavitt)
Winner: Peter Stindberg

Second Life in Graphs

Posted in Parody, Satire, Virtual Worlds with tags , , on February 22, 2009 by Prad

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Underestimating the Emo

Posted in Op/Ed on February 20, 2009 by Rosie Shark


Sometimes we are so quick to label and put aside those more emotionally outspoken then ourselves. We like to lump them into a category called “Ew, Emo!” Did you ever stop to consider that maybe you’re underestimating those Emotards?

Today I’d like to show you both sides of that coin… the tarnished, grungy looking one as well as the shiny sparkling side.

Spending time listening to the laments of someone who is totally wallowing in their feelings, we often get freaked out. It’s ok. It’s totally understandable that you might want to easily label this person as Emo – a.k.a… in need of a shower, a haircut, a bunch of daisies, and a proper psychological evaluation. But don’t be so quick to dismiss! Throughout history, our species has been plagued with the innermost feelings of others… where might we be now without our rich tradition of allowing these emotionally-sapping folks to share with us all.

Scarlett O’Hara said, “As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again. ”

Mind you, she said this to herself, well and to the adoring camera, then she tore down those curtains and made herself her own gosh darned dress! But what if, instead, she had said, “Whatev.”? Do you think then that the outcome of the Civil War might have been different? It’s possible. Who knows?

All I know is she did throw her hand up to her head and utter those immortal words… and here we are now. By today’s definition, Miss O’Hara might be considered emo… she did have dark hair and that rather pale complexion if you recall. But then. do you think her family thought her “emo”? Yea, ok, so they did. But, what about Prissy, and Mammy, and the people who relied on her? Do you think they thought less of her? Or belittled her for having strong emotions? Prolly not! I’m pretty sure they all stayed alive because of the strength of her emotions and her conviction.


Often times EMO can also be described as ‘dramatic’ or overly so. There’s no denying that The Little Mermaid, herself, had a touch of the dramz. Destined to live below the action she so longed for she flew in the face of tradition, said eff you King of the sea (dad), and bartered with a sea witch to get her LEGS. What was so wrong with her life, you might ask. She was a Sea Princess for crying out loud… show the proper respect! But nooooooooooooooooooooo, she wanted moaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr. Slightly emo about being beneath her dreams, and somewhat increasingly motivated by the hottie Mchott Prince Eric and her own budding womanhood, Ariel exhibits the tale-tell qualities of passion and drive… or red flags that possibly she needs meds.

With her aptly-named scene-kid friend, Flounder, and her ever-watchful dramatically-sighing crab/au pair, Sebastian, Ariel presents an underwater vision of teenage rebellion and family dysfunction. Confused by being oh-so-complicated, she could only SING… or cut herself. Fortunately for children everywhere, Disney frowns on self-mutilation.

Just another teenager with a sob-story, right? Are you kidding? Though somewhat ‘colorful’ in her expression, there is a moral to Ariel’s story. True love requires you to be something you’re not. Ok, not really. More like: true love can bridge the gap between any differences… and apparently any species! Honestly, this is a message that needed to be spread. A message that would not have been clearly received without the plight of this very special, fin-less, voiceless nymph of the sea. Am I wrong? Just look at all the 19-year-old Ariel’s running around today if you don’t believe me!

Throughout history, the crooner has been the voice inside our heads, singing the words we could have written ourselves… if only we were channeling our inner emo for long enough bouts to actually sit down and write about it. And sometimes you just feeeeeeeel certain songs although you’re not entirely sure what was said and what it meant. Examples of this are Pearl Jam (don’t lie, you didn’t know what Eddie Vedder was mumbling either until you read the lyrics), and nowhere is this more true than with Morrissey.

Sure, he has opinions and who would I be to censor him? But really??

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
Its death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

I’m sorry, no. ‘The crime of unlawfully killing a person especially with malice aforethought,’ is murder. So, I get that you are not a carnivore, but let’s not overly dramatize stuff, ok? However, I know this song was an anthem to a whole subset of angsty kids who needed an angry battle cry to conformity. Where would we all be without that?

And he’s never let us down. Spawning such moving tracks as ‘Girlfriend in a Coma’, ‘Ouija Board, Ouija Board’, and ‘Everyday is Like Sunday’ – we know we can count on this prolific artist to explain for the world at large what it feels like to wallow. Although it was rumored that his most recent release Years of Refusal started with a happy (albeit emo) proclamation, it turns out that he has found more disenchanting subject matter to share with us all. I always thought Bona Drag was a fitting title, but oh! how I loved blaring that cd on my driving trips! He just soooo got me!

Leave me alone – I was only singing
Leave me alone because
I was only singing
Leave me alone – I was only singing
Leave me alone

It’s with the immortal words like these that Morrissey helped give rise to impossible teenagers everywhere.

These are just a few examples of famous emos throughout history and the impact they’ve had on our lives. The next time you feel the need to react so vehemently against the need of another person to express their feelings, I hope you remember the contributions some of our most cherished emoters have given the world.

You get this post – cause I got high…

Posted in Parody with tags , , , , on February 16, 2009 by ♥JellyBean♥

I was gonna clean my inventory until I got high
I was gonna get up and log in but then I got high
my inventory is still messed up and I know why
– cause I got high

I was gonna go hit the Dutch Touch sale before I got high
I coulda shopped and I coulda saved but I got high
I am paying full price now and I know why
– cause I got high

I was gonna go to ClockWork but then I got high
I just got a new Sine Wave dance but I got high
now I’m feeling like a dope and I know why
– cause I got high

I was gonna go to the Date Down Under Auction before I got high
I had a silent bidder on my phone but then we both got high
someone else got caLLie & Truth and now we know why
– cause we got high

I wasn’t gonna plurk but I was high
I wanted to fight with Tenshi and share my high
But she deleted me and now I know why
– cause I got high

I was gonna pay tier until I got high
I was gonna buy a Barnes house but then I got high
now Linden Labs has taken my land and I know why
– because I got high

I was gonna cyber you but then I got high
I was gonna fire up the sexgen bed too but then I got high
now I’m all alone and I know why
– cause I got high

I messed up my entire slife because I got high
I didn’t make Encore’s list because I got high
now I’m camping at Lost Dog and I know why
– cause I got high

I’m gonna stop writing this blog because I’m high
I’m blogging this whole thing wrong because I’m high
and if no one reads it I know why
– cause I’m high

Bah! Valentines Day

Posted in Op/Ed, Real Life, SL® Fashion, SLove & Romance on February 14, 2009 by luth brodie

Valentines Day – the seemingly endless vomiting up of pink, red, hearts, roses and lace. Add in societal pressure to celebrate it if you are in a relationship and the idea that you are somehow less of a person if you are single, it can make anyone bitter.

As a content creator I fully understand the desire to cash in on it, especially in this economy. But does it really need to last this long? I first started seeing it pop up into the feeds in early January. Couldn’t we have a holiday breather after the insanity that was xmas and new years?

There are two types of holidays that I hate: consumer holidays and those christianized from pagan rituals. In both cases the meaning and history of it tends to get lost in the shuffle by governments, religion and/or the media. Valentines Day is so effected by both that the actual history behind it is covered in myths and theories.

The Roman festival in mid February, Lupercalia, was to avert evil spirits and purify the city. It celebrated the god of shepherds named Lupercus, and also honoured Lupa – the she-wolf in the founding of Rome myth – to bring on spring.

Legends say these festivals included whipping women in the streets with the hides of sacrificed animals for increased fertility in the year. Another legend is that all young women in the city would place their names in an urn, the bachelors would choose a name and they would be paired for the year.

The legend of St Valentine being the patron saint of lovers for performing secret marriages for soldiers is undocumented, even in the early biographies of the many saints of the name. It wasn’t actually until the 14th century – around 1200 years later – that any link was made.

This was the time of Chaucer and “courtly love,” typically illicit affairs between the nobility. Remember marriage was a contract between families for money and power that rarely had anything to do with love. Many historians believe that these secret trysts were mental and rarely physical, so it’s pretty easy to assume that love notes were extremely common.

It wasn’t until the 17th century that Valentines Day, as we associate it now, was popularly celebrated. By the mid 18th century it was common to give handwritten notes and small tokens of affection. Now it has morphed into a consumer holiday of limitless items to purchase, usually based more in a media induced fear of the consequences than in actually showing affection.

But in SL™ it’s taken a step further. Anything that you can make with red, pink, hearts, flowers, and/or lace… you can buy. How is wandering the grid while poofing hearts showing affection? How exactly does the endless festive dresses available going to tell my partner I care?

Of course it didn’t start in SL™ by any means, but it’s more apparent that the main theme seems to have more to do with lust than love. The increased amount of sexy clothes (usually in pink or red), naughty poses, lingerie, ect. I suppose with the highly sexual nature of SL™ that it really shouldn’t come as a shock. Lust just has very little to do with love. But what I really don’t understand is using Valentines Day as an excuse for sex. As if we actually need one. Sex is awesome and should be a daily thing… right?

Translating Bases for the Aussie’s

Posted in Guides, Parody with tags , , , on February 12, 2009 by hawksrock

So earlier I was teasing one of my aussie friends about hitting a certain base on her date with a boyfriend last night, and it came up that she had never heard of the American term for scoring bases.    In my quest to continue to bridge the gap between the diverse cultures out there, I consulted my guide to Aussie lingo as found here, and took a pass at converting the bases over.

First base:  Keeping the wowser from throwing a wobbly by only landing a pash.

Second base:  Give it a burl at her bikkies inside her grundies.

Third base:  Get a captain cook at his chook

Home run:  Crack a fat with his doodle while having a naughty but be sure to use a Franger

Thank you for taking time to further the power of the metaphor across country borders and linguistics.   This PSA was brought to you by your SL Revolution staff.