Self-Appointed Moderator

I have to say that I am extremely hurt and disappointed by all the fighting I see around the ResMod issue. I know you probably don't realize it, but I like to think of you all as my children. My inbred, mildly retarded, problem children, but my children nonetheless.

I love each and every one of you. And when I say love, I truly mean it. Not the kind of love that costs $100/hr and requires lubricant, but honest family love.

Now what kind of parent would I be if I let this behavior continue? Not a very good one, that's what kind!

As such, I am appointing myself as a moderator to the Second Life forums. While I won't have the official capacity to move threads or prevent postings, I will still have the ability to drop into discussions and provide my little gems of wisdom to help get you back on track.

I like to think of you all as little 3 year old heroin junkies on a binge. You aren't derailing threads and calling each other names because you want to, you are just crying out for love. You are crying out for someone to come and yank that needle out of your arm and smack you across the face. I am that needle-yanker. I am that face-smacker. My love for you is unending. There is nothing I wouldn't do to help you.

Think of me as your Guardian Venereal Disease. Just as a scorching case of herpes flares up from time to time to remind you that you were once loved, I too shall make myself known to remind you of the same.

Now let's keep this thread on topic, adhere the the community standards of decency and learn to play nice.

My love is here to stay. And no, that's not a threat.

thank you for being there for me neehai

I <3 Neehai

Hey Mom.....can I have 5000 linden for a new skin. I NEED to have this skin! EVERYONE has this skin.. and I'm the only one that doesn't. You just gotta give me the money so I can be like everyone else. PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!! GAWD...everyone is gonna think I'm a freak because I don't have that skin...NOW GIMME!!!

*the above post is humor to play along with Neehai and I do not need 5000 lindens for a new skin, unless you really feel I need one, then by all means just drop it in my profile, and I'll be good with that.

Neehai, can you please tell me where the appropriate place to complain about the new Self-Apppointed ResMod Program is? kthxbye.

I've lost my Teddy Bear... whaaaa!!!!

Any attempt to act my age has now disappeared... I was going to be a respectable member of the SL community but having a self appointed Moderator/Parent/Guardian is too much temptation.

Time to act up and create mayhem... mwaa ha ha ha!!!

/me sobs helplessly into Nehai's bosom

YOU UNDERSTAND ME

thank you

/me endorses this service and/or product.

I need lunch money.

WTF is this? I just logged in this morning, had never even heard of or volunteered for this, but I received an e-mail from myself saying I had selected myself as a self-appointed moderator?? Logan, please tell Logan that Logan respectfully declines.

Wow, can I add "Neehai's Son" to my signature now?

MM

That's your fault, not ours.

When can I expect my allowance?

You're not my real moderator! You can't tell me what to do! I hate you!

*runs to room, slams door*

The requisite "This will not end well"


p.s. I am a rebellious teenager at heart so........

Stuff IT

If you don't keep quiet back there I will turn this thread around and then NOBODY will get to go to the circus today! No, we aren't there yet. No, we cannot stop to use the bathroom, we'll be there any minute.

I'm going to tell my REAL mod on you and she'll tell you that you can't do anything to me!!!!!

*locks door*

If you're gonna be my surrogate mom, Neehai, I certainly hope you're willing to regurgitate. Solid foods are a pain.

That's hawt

Mom?

...Is that you?

Wow. Eee... Wow... I was having spagetti for lunch here. For some odd reason it looks much less appealing now.

Not listening.

Wow. This is getting cathartic.

I do what I can. If I wasn't there for you, we know no one else would be.


Say it with cash darling.


My dearest Rose. I've been waiting for the right time to tell you this. I guess now is as good a time as any. Remember when I told you that your mother ran away with the circus? Well she didn't.

You mother was a filthy crackwhore who decided to go out in a "blaze of glory" one day by driving her car off a bridge. Unfortunately she was behind a school bus at the time. The multipe lawsuits have drained away any and all money that I could give you for new skin. I would suggest a paper bag and a jogging suit.


Absolutely! I would be glad to.

Go straight up your ass and take your first left after the gerbil. You should see the complaint counter right in front of you.


Actually, I sold your teddy bear for smack. Time to grow up and face the real world now.


What the fuck do you think you're doing?!?!? I never said that we did away with the restraining order. We talked about this. There is loving your parent and then there is loving your parent. You sicko pervert!


This thread is about moderation, not tequila. Now go sleep it off.


We both know you are way to fat. Lose 20 pounds and then we will discuss lunch money.


RIP! SLAP!

Just stop it! You are worse than Courtney Love.

You aren't clever or amusing.


No.


Don't make me get the videotape.


Right after you finish giving handjobs to all the men at the bus station. You know the rules.


I've rented your room to a band of immigrant Russian minstrels. You will have to go slam the door to the 1972 Pinto on cinder blocks in the front yard. That is your new room.

Happy Birthday!


Elvawin, Elvawin, Elvawin. Do you ever talk about anything but yourself?

Thanks for your update on your 432nd GED exam. I can't help but thinking that your negative outlook is impacting your ability to pass. It's either that or all the acid your mother took when she was pregnant with you. Or maybe it was that time we dropped you down the stairs.

Either way, you need to pass the test, get a job and start contributing to the household or I will be forced to sell you into white slavery like your sister.


Your real mod is in the backyard. The shovel is in the garage. Good luck.

Please clean up after yourself.



Oh honey, are you sick again? I will go get the latex gloves and the rectal thermometer. We need to get to the root of this problem. Regurgitation is not a permanent solution.

I can promise you I won't stop digging until I get to the bottom of this. It just tears me up to think of one of you not feeling well.


Damnit, you always find your way home. Next weekend we are going to the Mall of America.

Oh, my god. Someone is going to have to pick me up off the floor whenever I finally stop laughing at this.