w-hat apperciation thread

After Anshe's post about W-Hat's place in Batak, I decided to go there and have a look for myself.

Given both Anshe's posted screen-shot and W-Hat's overall reputation as a group I was expecting things like a loop of some unusual looking fellow far to into his amateur DJing, the ubiquitous garden doe being mounted by another, Marilyn Monroe robots, and the usual collection of sophomoric and pedestrian juvenile humor typical of the sort.

What I found was quite the opposite.

After landing near the club mentioned in Anshe's post, I was soon greeted by one of the W-Hat members. He was polite, well dressed, and mannered. It seems he and one other had assigned to themselves the task of speaking in defense of their group to any who came to see.

I was shown around the complex, which was a monument to order and planning. The majestic and towering walls contained an abbey of studious folk, whose collective manner quickly brought to mind such orders as the Jesuits and the Shaolin Buddhist monks of China. They were silent for the most part, far more concerned with their internal meditations than with the virtual world around them.

As we approached the center courtyard, I saw several new W-Hat members kneeling in formation before on older member who, in hushed tones and sotto voce, espoused the advantages of order, discipline, and silence.

We also passed a class learning the physical and martial art known as w-hat-chet. A fascinating art that my guide informed me combines self defense with healing massage. He explained any attacker would soon be incapacitated and no longer willing or able to fight simply because they were far too relaxed.

There were several classes I saw, and according to the scheduling board they had up, many many more to come, where a deep appreciation and empathy was being nurtured. In fact, it was quite heartening how much total concern every member of W-Hat had for others' physical and mental well being.

I left the property weeping for these kind souls, whose delicate innocence and sensibilities were no doubt harmed by their altercations with others over that post. It is fortunate that it was worked out and no further harm needed to be done.

In conclusion, I must say that anyone who buys the Batak land around them will be happy to have them as neighbors. Once they can get over living next to a bunch of creepy, silent, monk-robe wearing geeks who have a penchant for sneaking up on you and giving you a relaxing neck and back massage while shouting "Kai!".

LOL... that was awesome, Jillian.

My first personal visits to W-Hat land in Baku were welcome... Baku, Masa, Adolhan, and others greeted me warmly -- if a bit crazily -- and I played trivia and watched fireworks there too. First place I went skydiving and gokarting as well, by the way.

I hope one of my perennial faves, the Sheep Crusher, will make a return to its full glory.

Thundercats ho!

it came back

jillian are you sure you went to the right place because its more likely we were standing around watching breakfast bojacks put up monuments of his face in the plaza oh and were not ninjas too

ninjas would be cool tho but right now im dressed as a communist communists are cool too and i was there to see them be cool they are cool

i never knew you were such a loser, ryen.

After a minor meltdown, the sheep rendering plant has been restored to it's full glory, and retaken it's rightful place next to the lollypop factory.

IT'S BACK??? OMG.

Why thank you Ned and Davoren... back to Baku for me soon!

You know, I always try to make a grab for a sheepburge when they come out (are they the same as W-Hataburgers? ), but I can never get one. *sighs*

^_^

W-Hat is good for the catarrh.

W-Hat makes me want to stay in SL!

W-Hat taught me how to fart...loudly!

W-hat taught me that its possible to beat land barons at their own game.

Thanks W-Hat!

Is this the same place that I saw with a factory that pours toxic sludge into the river?

I think I also remember seeing a truck dumping soda-can-six-pack connectors into the river, where several frollicking dolphins could choke on them.

Funny stuff.

After reading the 'Anshe' thread concerning W(ass)-hat, I see certain of its members are still as full of shit as ever.

el oh el

I like you, can we be best friends?

We also think poop is funny.

I belive the proper phrase is *biting social commentary*.

It is, I was rolling around first time I saw it

rolling because I had a really bad case of acid reflux, but it was funny too!

Do I detect sarcasm here? Maybe we are just a little too postmodern for you.

W-Hat taught me the meaning of "koo-koo-kichoo." I am no longer ashamed to be "the Walrus."

W-Hat fathered my e-babies.
W-Hat cured me of breast-cancer and gave me beautiful implants!
W-Hat taught me that I *can* be somebody.
W-Hat helped me shed 60lbs in just three months!

Seriousness is rare from me, but sometimes I like to dole it out. Here is the real-deal, I want you to read this very carefully. W-Hat is one of those things that you have to be a part of to understand. Behind the Post-Modern, the absurd, the INTERNET and what ever else you can imagine or call us are genuinely awesome people.

Just because we don't enjoy SL the same way that you does not automatically mean we are bad people/underage/any other ad-hominem attack you wish to insert here. We go to 'Best Furry' events dressed as robots, we go to 'Best Leather' events dressed as leather-couches. We laugh at guns that shoot tacos and play a picard song loop. We visit our neighbors and have robot-dances in their clubs while they build. We're not here to wreck your fun, if you took some time to talk to us you might realize that we're a fun bunch who enjoy spontaneous strangeness.

On the other hand, if you find yourself thinking "...but... INTERNET! It's Serious Business!" we probably don't want to be your e-friends anyway. Jackass.

Seriously though for just another brief moment - perhaps Love and Rockets said it best in their song 'A Private Future' - Live the life you love, Use a God you trust, And don't take it all so seriously.

The question is though - when am I ever serious?

When in Rome...
Uh, no. You're about as postmodern as Tom Arnold.

Baku gave me a pic called invisible Syanin and Mallie's but. That would be Malanas Spencer's but. Since then I have thought of him as a cool guy. Ah yes and he gave me my first wings too so Nyah.

You obviously don't know much about Tom Arnold. Derrida got nothing on Tom Arnold.

You obviously don't get the jist of that comment. Not suprised.