Alt Party!!!!

Um, Soji...are you making fun of my poor English skills?

Um, Soji...are you making fun of my poor English skills?

Just bombard him with many proposals at once, he's bound to accept at least one.

English is my one and only language. The only thing I understood was where he quoted you.

Need more gin.

That should make it beter.

I am confused. I am not making fun of your English skills. For some reason I was going to start my little explanation with "Picture this" which made me remember Golden Girls (a television series) where the mother would lead off her stories with "Picture this, Sicily, 19--"; and I accidently wrote that part at the beginning. The rest of it, after that mule story, is true. The three parties have been fighting over stipulations for months. Documents do need to be in evidence. Etc.

So the April party is the wedding for Ann and Trout?

Well dang. So . . . I think Trout has some mention of the law somewhere in his posts. Did you understand what I wrote, Trout? Not the mule part, the rest of it.

No! He REJECTED me! *sobs harder*

So ... you are asking a fish to confirm the law regarding a missing mule that was once owned by the golden girls?

/me laughs hystarically and wishes he could spell.

No! He REJECTED me! *sobs harder*

Dearest Claire:

Be advised that I am writing this letter on behalf of Linden Lab, Linden Labs, Linden Research Facility, and the Linden Experience Music Project. We have been made aware of the fact, through our numerous resources, which, as far as resources go, are quite numerous, and occasionally accurate, that you are organizing some sort of festival in which the appearance of age-challenged residents will be made light of by a number of residents of varying degrees of Secondlife-related sophistication.

It is our purpose, and truly our only purpose (other than napping, tie-dying t-shirts, and eating lots of Ben and Jerry's) is to provide for the continued support of brand new residents. We do this by exposing them to a number of situations designed to provide them with the full Secondlife experience. These situations include such life-enhancing experiences as the Ahern Welcome Hub, Waterhead and public sandboxes. Further, we impress on them the importance of personal safety by having them orbited and set on fire by griefers, scammed out of their money by suspicious scripts, and assaulted in at least three languages. The latter additionally gives them a feeling for the international flavor of secondlife. Finally, we make sure they are exposed to at least three public orgy rooms when all they are looking for is hair or a pair of shoes.

What we will not tolerate, however, is mocking and harassment by non-sanctioned residents. Frankly and earnestly, we are mortified. MORTIFIED! As you know, the word "mortified" comes from the Latin "mortifiero" which means, "A guy named Mort punches you in the head". That's how upset we are. Imagine being a new resident, just off of Orientation Island, confused by our interface (we did that on purpose. It's part of the process of breaking their will.) and you come a cross a group of people who look like you, enjoying themselves by talking, dancing, and listening to music. How awful.

As a result of your callous behavior and inappropriate inappropriateness, which we cfound to be particularly inappropriate, you have been selected for decommisioning. Your avatar will be gently disassembled by a team of blind meth-addicts locked in a room with hammers and chisels and then your parts will be put back into circulation where your ghost can haunt the recipients forever. We fully expect your hands to periodically write terrifying messages from beyond the grave and try to strangle their new owners, and who knows what horrors the new owner of your eyes will behold in his dreams. At any rate, we're done with the likes of you. The only thing not to be decomissioned will be that squidalicious thing in your inventory. Philip has had his eye on that for a while. Or we might sell it to Mari's neighbors.

Please be at Terminus 27 tomorrow no later than 8:00 am, SLT. Should you fail to appear at the appointed time, we will have no choice but to impotently shake our fists at the heavens and then drop this whole matter.

Sincerely, and with the greatest reverence,

Mort Linden.

So ... you are asking a fish to confirm the law regarding a missing mule that was once owned by the golden girls?

/me laughs hystarically and wishes he could spell.

Damn! you`re good!


Dear Mr Recreant,

I am writing in reply to your preious letter regarding the planned `Come as your Alt` party.

I am afraid I will be unable to aquiesce to your kind request. I am afraid I will not be online tomorrow evening. Instead I am being forced to squash into a car for nearly two hours in my best party outfit. I will then be subjected to having my cheeks pinched by distant elderly relatives who will then force me to drink flat coke and sing happy birthday to my 21 year old disgruntled cousin who would rather be out drinking with his friends.
On the stroke of midnight I will then be stuffed uncerimoniously back into a very old car and driven back home in a tense journey with my siblings shouting at me the whole way.

So you see sir, nothing you could possibly do could compare to this torture. Not even an almost-all expenses paid work trip to Canada. Please enjoy your fist-shaking session however.

Yours Kindly,

Miss C Silverspar

One problem Claire, you should be addressing this to Mort Linden

Welcome to the Forum Cartel.
We put the "dent" in Resident Answers.
or ...
We put the fun in disfunctional.



OK, it was funny to me.

No! He REJECTED me! *sobs harder*

That does not sound familiar, but it is possible.

The "fun in disfunctional" thing is kinda old tho. Probably been repeated several places.

Why do I get the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach that somewhere a lynch mob is being organized...again?

Wait - if we break up, do I get half her stuff?

If I snuff her out, do I get all her stuff?