i am loving the flavor of this sorbet, for rizzle

lorddddd have mercy. let the funtimes begin really, now, REALLY begin. dear dancien, this is you in real life. what were you saying about welfare in your post? looks to me like you have first hand knowledge of the programs so can you tell me how to sign my psycho ass up for state disability insurance plz? 

http://www.facebook.com/people/Michael-Babb/1421373364
michael aka "dancien"s dramz linked here just for you miss hoffman http://shoppingcartdisco.com/?p=837

good god that is ugly now i have to make 16 posts today just to get this off the front page :/

it is seventy mofo degrees outside and absolutely nothing you could think of to say or do could possibly drag me down.

now playing:
lauryn hill-everything is everything
"it seems we lose the game, before we even start to play"

pollster

haii! i added a new poll. now you can confess how many different sick ways you like to troll someone! go ahead, pick as many as you want, it's just like boyfriends on the internet, you can even click them all if you like!

analysis of the existing polls:

25% of you have not left the house today.

82% of you would either not be able to or have no interest in paying to read my blog, that would be 82% of an average 300 visitors each day. 

in line with the non-paying poorhousers seem to be the 84% of you who do not try to pay your rent with your linden profits. this makes sense to me. you can't pay for anything, as it is, so you couldn't pay to read my blog, and you certainly couldn't pay your rent with sales, nor would you expect to either. incidentally i assume about 84% of you live second life on freebies alone, since you're poor. nota bene to the 6 (15%) of you who do pay your rent with lindens, a lot of people are poor!!! really really poor. just above the not having a computer level of poor, and barely at that. also, by virtue of my phraseology, 17% of you admit that you would pay a virtual stripper. 

all of this a bit confusing? keep in mind 80% of statistics are made up on the spot.

tired + bored = epic flail

i have been in this 10L pink fuel panda avatar for the past few days and i'm highly enjoying my time as a tiny. i never knew what it could be but now that i have had the egasm i may never go back.

i would like to introduce to you okre, the sexual harassment panda, and her anousenka-like travels in candy land at Photon Pinks Photon Castle

you have marci monsoo to thank for this awesome find again, this girl is serious fun. 

it all starts with a cube right?

then sexual harassment panda comes up against a militant panda badger hybrid in the welcome area and gets tired of all the fighting.

sexual harassment panda discovers a wonderful garden with flowers bigger than her and prettier too.

sexual harassment panda takes a ride on the back of n00bs everywhere, and she kind of gets a kick out of it.

then sexual harassment panda decides she goes both ways, like this candyvator, or, a bicycle, that rolls on both ends.

sexual harassment panda is impressed with your photoshop skills and she likes what you've done with her real life photo here.

and finally sexual harassment panda goes to puff on the pipes in the corner before passing out.

that *IS* my bag, baby

ahahah more real life! scary. i should be so bold as to post pictures of my adorable kitties but that would cause all kinds of worserer cognitive dissonance. 

what's in my bag?

hand lotion, sour breaker things, ciggies and lighter and the consequently requisite inhaler (lmfao), sunscreen in a tube brought to you by the makers of barbie, seven types of lip gloss, wallet, coin purse, compact, gloves, cell phone, gum, and probably some random sprinklings of tobacco and other residuals.

*check out the awesome butt ripples my fat ass leaves in my couch LOLOLOLz

i think the same person has been trying to AR me for my profile content which is hilarious but what's even funnier is that LL clearly doesn't feel it has any value as a report and they take no further action, TWICE NOW. once 5 days ago:

Dear okrebecca Dastardly,

This email is notification of action regarding your Second Life account,
okrebecca Dastardly, for violation of the Second Life Terms of Service or
Community Standards. The violation in question occurred on March 1, 2009
in the region of Imogen.

Violation: Indecency: Global Standards: Profile

Resident profiles, as a global feature visible to all users,
must adhere to the community standards that are defined for
a PG Region. Please ensure that your profile is in
compliance with the PG standards.



Action:
No additional action is being taken at this time.

and then 10 hours ago apparently. i don't even know until i check my email anyway LOFFLE @ you whoever cares that much, i changed it anyway, i doubt anything in it could be considered offensive at this point. check it out yourself?

Dear okrebecca Dastardly,

This email is notification of action regarding your Second Life account,
okrebecca Dastardly, for violation of the Second Life Terms of Service or
Community Standards.

Violation: Indecency: Global Standards: Profile

Resident profiles, as a global feature visible to all users,
must adhere to the community standards that are defined for
a PG Region. Please ensure that your profile is in
compliance with the PG standards.

Indecent language is not allowed in your Second Life profile.

Action:
No additional action is being taken at this time.

...there's not even one word of profanity in my profile at the moment. if my thoughts themselves are indecent i think we're getting into mind control and thought policing which, i'm sure makes you proud to be american through and through.

oh actually it was a resevoir dogs quote i spat out while listening to the fun lovin' criminals album. now that i look at it. the one about torture. anyway, it's been poorly edited out by LL and i just changed it to be as boring as yours. if i wanted to though i could just add the quote back in, fuck and all, if i put an asterisk in the U position of the word and there's nothing you could do about it.

"Marvin: I already told you I don't know anything about any fucking setup; you can torture me all you want.
Mr. Blonde: Torture you? That's a good idea. I like that one."

i know, you would like nothing better than to get me gone from the game, since...i don't even know you? you don't even talk to me? anyway, keep up the hard work, as you are wont to do. /me sticks her fingers in her ears and sticks out her tongue and goes NYAH NYAH NYAH NYAH

anyway simple solution can someone tell me how you get your profile hidden completely, search, groups, everything? i know people have it set this way how can i join the ranks of the "you can't handle my profile" crew?

now playing: kenna-vexed and glorious/a better control
"i wake up late, blame you for fate
vexed and glorious as ever
i'll never change
better worse or the same
better worse or the same
can you still love me? love me no different? love me not?
i'll never change
better worse or the same
better worse or the same
can you still love me? love me no different?
love me when...i wake up late, blame you for fate?"

that legendary divorce is such a bore

i can't respond or keep up with all the comments at this point. honestly i'm bored with the post about hunt lag and trite bitches. but i do read them from time to time and every time i'm stunned with another persons ability to match, and even exceed my trivialism. one comment asserted that i type poorly. which is funny. i type drunk with a BAC of .40 better than most people i know sober. i also type something like 190 words per minute and i think even faster than that so i do apologize on behalf of my brain for thinking too fast for the general population. anyway, i partake of the parts i want to of ee cummings' school of grammar and capitalization. that is to say, none. there have been psychological studies done on the implications of capitalization in names, general email/text patterns and so forth. what i collect from the abstracts is the idea that essentially if you go around yelling in all caps that's just what you're doing, and i even saw somewhere that capitalizing your name is a sign of an inflated ego...but i guess you'd just argue lowercasing your name is a sign of a small one? explain my handle being all lowercase then, huh. confusing. as for general syntax and the tendency to flow of consciousness in my writing, i can only say that i admit to being terribly offended when i used to get compared to virginia woolf. obviously i wanted a plath comparison or i wasn't happy. 

anyway, sometimes i title things like i notice some of the designers in second life do. lately it's my pictures....i take a snapshot and i already have a theme or concept in mind and put it together finally with the lyrics or song title, whatever it may be. i was thinking about putting my avatar in a bath or water, here i found the pond at the toyko pig sight green energy camping to float in...and since you all want me to run in front of a bus i figured maybe i'd just wear electrical ornaments like these schadenfreude antlers with christmas lights and see if anything happened. unfortunately it was just like any other bath, me with a droopy cig hanging out of my mouth, my buoyant spare tires of avatar fatness keeping me afloat in the murky depths. no electrocution this time, sorry! 

kurt, what's on your mind? does anything apply today? and did you take your lithium yet?

ok, i guess he wants me to serve the servants (that would be you)

"if she floats then she is not a witch like we had thought

a down payment on another one at salems lot"

words on a tombstone: "i waited, but you never came"

oh hayyy. been sitting here damn near all day all i got was the usual trolls. at the end of the day i seem to be stuck thinking about the pile of money i could have saved with geico. heart you creamy, but that avatar freaks me out!!!!

my outfit is in celebration of the very holy st. patricksmas. and yes, i know, it is neither christmas nor st. patrick's day...YET. but i thought we all covered how we're going to dress in santa and witch costumes forever more after all the reaping we did the past few holidays...btw everything i'm wearing including my cigarette was free except the skin and boots! 

cuz i'm ready, yes i'm ready

i want to learn photoshop. i have a 2 month old brand new fully functioning harddrive in my 24" imac and i've been using da innerwebz for over a decade. i used to vaguely know html...i have cropped digital photos in paint and such but never tried my hands at anything more involved. what do i do nowwww??????????????????? k thx bi.

ps-i'm so not special! that's why you care what i say....?
special request to all you cats passively aggressively making sideline posts and threads on other forums, i will be in ahern welcome area ALL DAY today, i will leave myself idle so you can come message me and try to bitch until tonight whenever you/my pills drive me to sleep. come hang out, see a little bit of WA drama, and get your inner issues out with me i will go on voice and you can try to drive me to tears like iveys. i look forward to seeing if any of you actually "hang out" in public spaces in second life, or if you just hide in your forums and bulletin boards to post comments about people who actually may even have more of a ...more of a second life? than you.

i apologize in advance for not giving enough of a fuck to join all of the forums and boards you've posted me and my blog all over, but you do understand there are literally dozens of links and referrals at this point. cheers for minimizing my glorious heinousness, i can tell you don't care, and that's why you keep talking about stuff that is about to be formatted off the front page because it's so old.

jenniewren, the only "our mutual friend" based username i know of on second life, i hearts you

What does your music library say about you?

*Put Your iTunes, winamp, mp3 player or whatever on SHUFFLE
*For each question, press the next button to get your answer (no cheating!!)
*You must write down song/artist even if it doesn't make sense
*Include any comments in parenthesis
*Post into a NOTE with #25 as your Title


1. What do your friends say about you?
sister-the nixons (if i love you, i will fucking lay me down, like a bridge, over some massively troubled water)

2. How would your coworkers describe you?
le deuxieme homme-serge gainsbourg (wtf? i....hmm, i am a good support staff in the office i guess, i file and sort and enter data like no other robot)

3. How would you describe yourself?
rootless tree-damien rice (wow! perfect i think. trees are strong right? but rootless, and wandering, maybe even lost in a forest for other trees, and i'm going to go find my friends the ents eventually)

4. What do you like in a romantic partner?
lost ones-jay-z (ahahahha, yes, i've lost some, more than one, but i would venture a guess i never had them in the first place. now i'm just going to change clothes, and go!)

5. How do you feel today?
electrify-beastie boys (words coming forth like water from the tap)

6. What is your life’s purpose?
forgive them father-lauryn hill (well, i do want to be a defense attorney maybe keep some young kids out of jail for selling bags...forgive them...they know not what they doooooo)
"why every indian wanna be the chief?
feed a man til he's full and he still want beef
give me grief, try to tief off my piece
why for you to increase, i must decrease?
if i treat you kindly does it mean that i'm weak?
you hear me speak and think i won't take it to the streets
i know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
but i try to keep it civilized like menelik"

7. What is your motto?
angelene-pj harvey (um, doesn't really work but the album title "is this desire?" seems apt enough for sl users)

8. What do you think about the most?
(psst jennie-come on little rabbit, show me what you got, cuz i know you gotta have it)
everything i said-the cranberries (yes, yes, i do think about everything i've said, good, bad or ugly)
"it makes me lonely, it makes me very lonely, when i see you here"

9. What are you going to do on your next vacation?
hammering in my head-garbage (i guess my next vacation will be back to the psych ward?)
"i'm overworked but i'm undersexed, i must be made of concrete, i sign my name across yr chest"

10. What do you think of your first love/date?
ladyflash-the go! team (well, my first love had boobies that is for damn sure)

11. What is your life story?
FNF ARMY INVADES-lupe fiasco (a rhyming ape mixtape, that's the story of my life)
"you know without the use of their eyes, the happy folk were blind"

12. What did you do yesterday?
instrumental II-the microphones (ummmm, NO, i prefer lyrics truth be told)

13. What do you think of when you see the person you like/love?
five years of madness-koufax (AHAK:LJLKDSHFJK:SHDK:FLHLK:LOFMAOYOHOHOHOHOHOHO too funny)

14. What describes your wedding?
I REFUSE TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION ON THE BASIS OF SANITY REMAINING
(ftr what came up next was: tennessee square-whiskeytown)

15. What will they play at your funeral?
livin' a movie-kanye west (omg, people tell me they could make a movie of my life...hmmm)

16. What is your obsession?
shut down-soul asylum (???)

17. What is your biggest fear?
got a feelin'-the mama's and the papa's (it's not really a fear, it's an accepted fact that "got a feelin' that i'm wastin' time on you, got a feelin' that you've been untrue)

18. What is your biggest secret?
hymn for her-the magic numbers (not a secret but a lot of people look at me differently when they realize i fuck women as well)

19. What is your biggest turn-on?
in the aeroplane over the sea-neutral milk hotel (apparently i am interested in joining the mile high club)

20. How do you describe your friends?
one headlight-the wallflowers (my friends have driven home in all sorts of conditions, probably not limited to but including via one headlight)
"so long ago i don't remember when, that's when they say i lost my only friend...it always seemed such a waste, she always had a pretty face, i wondered why she hung around this place...this place is old, it feels just like a beat up truck, i turn the engine but the engine doesn't turn, what smells of cheap wine and cigarettes, this place is always such a mess, sometimes i think i'd like to watch it burn...i think her death it must be killing me"

21. What would you do with a million dollars?
golf shirt-nerf herder (i would buy a couple hundred golf shirts! YES!!! and perhaps some matching neon green plaid golf pants????? i once had a pair.....let me tell you....)
"when you're tired of all the jerks, and you're tired of all the works, you will run for the comfort of my golf shirt"

22. What is your opinion of sex?
stoneface-veruca salt ("didn't notice i was gone, cuz you were tying up your arm, and when i stand on my head, you never react, i can't get you to crack, not one fucking smile")

23. What is your biggest regret?
when a man loves a woman-ray charles (um, yeah, all the men i've loved i ought to regret having done so, but i don't believe in regret. against my religion)
"baby, please don't treat me bad"

24. What would you rather be doing right now?
claymoore-mychael danna (instrumental film soundtrack piece from girl, interrupted, hmmmm, apparently i'd RATHER be in a mental hospital right now that online)

25. What will you post this list as?
safe-m83 (ahahah, i'm safe yo, cuz i wear protection, for my neck, before i wreck myself, i do frequently check myself)

balls to the e-walls

hai! you are all still here i see? shall i brew up some tea? roll a joint? what do we need to get the party started....hmmm how about some worst attempts at insults ever?

ok here's one offline message i got while i slept (like a baby, i might add) through your drama magnification by linking my original post on all your plurks. and here's a plurk description for a guy who apparently linked me as well. a proud fifty year old man who is furthermore proud to be a "mighty" ORC on WOW. good work! 

PhoenixPsaltery
49 years old, male
from Second life
Writer, musician, graphic designer, and mighty Orc in World of Warcraft -- P2 is here, let the festivities commence.

Relationship:
Married

you are from second life? i think that might be your problem right there dude.

-- Instant message logging enabled --
[13:07] Melisa Navarathna: (Saved Tue Mar 3 10:34:23 2009) As Kidd Rock said to Pam, "They are not laughing WITH you, you stupid bitch."
[13:07] okrebecca Dastardly: does that make you kidd rock? and me pam?
[13:07] Second Life: User not online - message will be stored and delivered later.

ps-melissa, i think you spelled your name wrong? (you also spelled Kid Rock wrong)

i'm actually surprised how passive, not even aggressive most of you are being. of course none of you actually are interested in having a conversation with me, i understand you have WOW to play and kids in your real life to go not read to while you put them to bed and drive them to the sitters before you go in to work to play more WOW. still, i am waiting for anyone to actually direct their comments to me in a more direct fashion. i assume you all can't find me on second life even via search which is a pity because there are some quite easy ways to pull my profile up. anyway, i see that effectively this will be a totally passive aggressive ongoing dealio until all the followers and fangirls and boys calm down their indignation on behalf of someone they don't know and just would feel too cognitively dissonant about if they actually admitted that stores can be crap and still be popular at the same time. do you guys know the stores in real malls like wet seal? well, i know some teenage girls who are very ready to defend buying preteen stripper clothes and i think you all sound about the same with your replies, which by the way, if i am guilty of whining or being childish, then certainly all of this subsequent and seemingly endless drama is ....my fault? right, you're the ones continuing to link, talk, thread, and post about me and my words. at the end of the day, if i made one person cringe for a second, or uncomfortable in resolving their own opinions, or even possibly forced them by dint of aggression to form some of their own opinions, then i feel good and i'm happy :D thank you all, again, your hate and silliness drives me likewise to more hate and silliness, and what's not to love about that?

at the time of this posting a full 1/3rd of respondents have voted that they in fact have not left their house today. so when i go out on behalf of all of you to get my coffee and cigs, i will do my best to get hit by a bus, but i think the buses may be waiting for the day you eventually leave yours? i could be wrong. i don't typically think like a bus, but some of you seem to have insight on that front so please continue speculating and using tired old lines. i'm thrilled to hear them for the 144th time.

some of the responses include indicating that "okrebecca made ivey remove her snatch hunt gift from the twisted hunt"
first of all. the hunt is called twisted. how you going to name a hunt after mental illness and then not allow a little of it to run amok in the frenzy? ivey herself chose to remove the gift, for all of two hours as i gather, because she needs to keep giving freebies and promoting with gifts just like the rest of you designers reading KNOW you have to do, which is why you all have lucky chairs, freebies, subscribos, and possibly even know me as a routine and dedicated customer. it's not my fault someone like ivey has such an overwhelming ego that she thinks she can blame me when she has a hissy fit and in point of fact ALLOWS ME to make *HER* and her alone remove the gift. also, the gift removed? let's see, it was a basic textured black dress. with a prim skirt. WOW. a black dress! OH AND A HAT! a hat? like the free ones on the tables of tons of other equally if not more talented designers? no. this is a SNATCH hat, and a SNATCH black primmed dress. i MUST HAVE THIS, OH LORD, HOW WILL I LIVE WITHOUT ONE MORE BLACK DRESS, SKIRT, AND HAT IN MY INVENTORY!?$YP*O@%&

**edit:
list of sn@tch items in my inventory i couldn't live my second life without:
pot plant
beach shack trailer, is this where you grew up out in salem ivey?
cremation oven
enema bag & pole
filthy toilet

...and someone with this kind of sense of humor can't take a little abuse???

and speaking of twisted mentally ill people, i'm eager to open up this incident into an ongoing discussion of mental illness and internet use but ...i am terrified none of you could handle putting any actual real life meaning into any of the namecalling and catfighting. afraid it would make more of you blame me for the reason you cry all day, and cut yourself when your boyfriend wants an open relationship, and hate yourself more for not living up to your own expectations of success for yourself. i took my meds last night! probably a large part of why i sleep so well. but my point is, some of you need medication more/equally much as i do, and i'd really love to help anyone who seriously got upset over something as ultimately meaningless as this.

"and there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

...
i'm like a headtrip to listen to
cuz i'm only giving you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
the only difference is i got the balls to say it in front of y'all and i don't gotta be false or sugar-coated at all
///
so will the real shady please stand up
and put one of those fingers on each hand up
and be PROUD to be out of your mind, and out of control
and one more time, loud as you can (comment)
how does it go???"

OMGUH the eminem overlap neverends! hang on i got some more i listened to in the car while trying to get hit by a bus...
"testing! attention please!
feel the tension soon as someone mentions
here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
a nuisance? who sent...YOU sent for me!"

"and sometimes it seems everybody only wants to discuss ME
so this must mean i'm disgustING
but it's just ME, i'm just OBSCENE"

moar thoughts, because i don't stop thinking just because you wish i would
re: "we should all be terribly grateful to the organizers of these hunts"
-hunts are constant, neverending, and if there was any kind of organization at all we'd just have one 400 gift hunt called 'the twisted sick residents of second life love being vainly kissed by their greatest online love' and have it over with
-organizers of hunts tend to be doing it primarily to get their store landmark spammed in every related notice that goes out
-if you haven't figured out by now with your blog surfing and plurk lurking, you can get anything and everything you want in the highest level of quality for FREE on second life. not even including hunts. hunts are just something i get distracted by when i'm visiting a store for a completely distinct set of free, dollar, or chair items. people like to think their second life freebies are a huge gift we should bend over backwards to kiss their ass for on here, when in fact, it's a gift for any customer or second lifer to spend any lindens at all, and to reiterate, it's also completely unnecessary that we buy ANYTHING at all from you, so you look at that gift horse and investigate his teeth for a while. our purchasing power allows you to maybe even do what you want all day without even leaving your house so you get to make your "art" and make a real living off of it too via an internet portal, which is not only incredible but also you should consider yourself LUCKY to make any money at all, ANYWHERE, in the united states, at the current time, with the current state of things.

re: bloggers being snot nosed bullies
you think i'm bad? as i've said before, and repeatedly, i buy things on second life, with money, that i transferred from my account page by using the "buy lindens" button. i know some of you have never done this. some of you resort to trying to pole dance so you can buy anything you feel worth spending lindens on in world. i just let it go to the mastercard bill, but the lindens go to your account and you get my cash money in the end. not just that, but i've spent literally hundreds of united states dollars in lindens on second life in the past year. not that this is necessarily something to be boasted about, but it's the truth, and i know many of you have literally messaged me and discussed with me how grateful YOU in fact are for me to support you and your digital art exploits. i am quoting possibly the best loved designer on the grid and a participant of this and all previously loved and blogged hunts when i say, "it is because of customers like you, rebecca, that we can continue to do the work we want to on second life."

that being said, i know of a certain blogger, possibly named wrenja, and she is just one of many i'm sure, who has the balls and the lack of decency to straight up ask store owners and designers for the freebies before they go out, or before they wait their turn on the lucky chair, and they just want them all neatly piled into a folder for them to contemplate even posting pictures of later. or not. how do i know any of this? because, designers enjoy chatting with shoppers who hang out in store, or stalk lucky chairs, and several of them end up messaging me, and one in particular i spoke with regarding wren's unbelievable sense of entitlement for a good several hours late one night at a chair.

bloggers collect massive amounts of free gifts on top of the free gifts that go out that need advertising because the store owners want to make the process a little friendlier. that's all well and good but some of you like wren have some bigass distasteful balls to go up to an artist and ask them to just give you their shit for free because you may or may not eventually decide to post some pictures that a couple hundred people will view and search for afterwards. i have never done this. i WILL NEVER do this. i pay for all of my stuff, and as much as i see some of you viewing this i wish i could ask for my money back from because you ended up being mindless sheep in the grand scheme of things, i'm not going to. if ivey is so fucking indignant about me ever having been a customer, why doesn't she pay me the thousands of lindens back of my money that is not good enough for her apparently? why? because she already withdrew it from her account to pay February's rent. that's why.

re: plurk itself, and all of you who link me
hey! plurk eh? is that like facebook for people who didn't go to college? anyway, i see that most of you have all your info set to private, thereby not permitting me to take the piss out of you. as you will see, you can find all sorts of information on me and i'm not hiding any of it. i know this is terrifying in the implications. you might get caught downloading cp on your work computer if people saw you age playing in your roleplay fantasies and so forth. well, i want to go to law school, myself. and i think this nonsense is going to be great debate training except that i think in the courtroom you're not allowed to resort to calling someone fat, ugly, or a bitch, in defense of your case.

and on the seventh day, god tried to pay his rent with lindens

oh mah guh. i'm a martyr to the tartar sauce. put me in the bunneh burlap git me the foook outta herererererere.

ahahah you guys crack me up. seriously, i've gotten major jollification out of all your comments. how i'm ugly, i'm fat, my opinion doesn't count, but you seem to be eating it up anyway. could it be someone you disagree with or even resent might have things worth saying too??? OMFG. oh but i'm just a blogger, i obviously started this blog to get massive attention and receive promo freebies from designers i suck cock for when i "blog" aka positively review everything they give me for free because i am not good with horses so i'm not sure how to go about looking one in the mouth. well, let me tell you ladies, and trannies, i have worked with horses too :O oh lord, i know what you're thinking, crazy cat lady who secretly loves working with kids and rides horses in the springtime out in the farmlands. that image is way too simple to comprehend!$^%@ i know you can't fathom me. enjoy coming back for more, as i see over 200 of you who read yesterday just had to peek back to see what the aftermath was. thing is, i can, and sometimes even DO, distance myself from my internet existence. much as it may appear that i have formulated my entire character on some internet platforms, the truth is actually that this is who i am in the philadelphia metropolitan area as well, when i go downtown or to rite aid or wawa even. you know who i'm grateful to? the guy behind the counter who takes the extra time to find me ripe tomatoes for my hoagie. the starbucks barista who slips me a free hot chocolate without letting me go up to the register at all. the cute lezzy clerk who doesn't bother to card me when i buy cigs anymore. i know it's nearly impossible for anyone to imagine being the same person online and off, and furthermore, a more complex one than can be read into simply by a webblog or old message board threads or the sum of the clothes on my second life avatar. however, i must protest, and i don't mean to be lady macbeth about it, but i DO have to insist that if you got to know me, mang, you might even like me. actually, there's at least like 50% of you viewing this entry right now who are thinking to yourself, "you know what, rebecca's not even half bad, i actually quite enjoy her when we exchange verbiage." ok, so none of you used those precise words in your mind. but GET REAL. you're going to come at me for making a well known, well documented, and basically indisputable complaint that has been circling in the atmosphere about a shitty ass store on the grid? you know what real work is? no, i don't have a job. but even working 8 weeks with disabled children or illiterate adult learners, instead of sitting at your mac pad drawing vinyl fishnet textures, you go do that then come back and start a flame war in my comments. ok? deal. oh also, you seem to be intrigued by my lastfm? yah, dats right, my tastes are eclectic and umm, good. actually pretty freaking stellar. do you see me dj'ing at some "night" club (it's night somewhere ALL the time right?) on second life? NO. you know what the best kind of dj is? yourself. itunes playlists. break out the hard and proven turntables if you must. speaking of good music, i got le tigre on my mind for right now.

"my art is better than yr art" is the fundamental message of what i hear a lot in private ims from designers, complaining about their fellow designers. granted i've never talked about ivey, or snatch, with any other designers, because by and large we can all agree she does not produce art, by any stretch of the imagination, unless you count the 'art' in walmart as i have compared her work to before in recent comments. ivey, you want to know why i seem hypocritical as the thread digresses into bigger and bigger puddles of emo sadness? because, i was trying to practice something called diplomacy and give you the benefit of the doubt. then what happens? course your man steps in, which i notice on your plurk says you're in an "open relationship" that must really hurt your feelings. i assume that is why you are not so stable or stable enough lately to handle any kind of criticism. if you weren't so insecure, and i know i'm not one to talk, but really, if you had more faith in your own work or craft maybe what a tiny little nobody like me said on some webblog on blogspot.com wouldn't bother you so immensely much and ruin your day in literally reducing you to tears. mind you, ivey herself said she'd been crying ALL DAY, lolol, i know how familiar that is, but she'd been doing so long before i posted my article at what? 1 pm est? also, LOLOLOL you guys provide endless lulz you know that right? someone quipped something about my 15 minutes of fame? how about taking into consideration that comment went in 5 hours after the original drama mama party. 15 minutes will probably end up being more like 15 days or so. to reduce myself to your level and provide some basis for comparison i will just abbreviate all the implications of that to say "my blog is getting more hits than ever before!"

and thank you. all. thank all of you for that!
xo,
okre.

kathleen hanna? do you have any closing remarks for us milady?

ok! 

"GET OFF THE INTERNET.

I'll MEET YOU IN THE STREET."

terms of the terms, of service...or disservice?

CONDUCT BY USERS OF SECOND LIFE

4.1 You agree to abide by certain rules of conduct, including the Community Standards and other rules prohibiting illegal and other practices that Linden Lab deems harmful.

You agree to read and comply with the Community Standards posted on the Websites, (for users 18 years of age and older, at http://secondlife.com/corporate/cs.php; and for users of the Teen Area, at http://teen.secondlife.com/footer/cs

In addition to abiding at all times by the Community Standards, you agree that you shall not: (i) take any action or upload, post, e-mail or otherwise transmit Content that infringes or violates any third party rights; (ii) impersonate any person or entity without their consent, including, but not limited to, a Linden Lab employee, or falsely state or otherwise misrepresent your affiliation with a person or entity; (iii) take any action or upload, post, e-mail or otherwise transmit Content that violates any law or regulation; (iv) take any action or upload, post, e-mail or otherwise transmit Content as determined by Linden Lab at its sole discretion that is harmful, threatening, abusive, harassing, causes tort, defamatory, vulgar, obscene, libelous, invasive of another's privacy, hateful, or racially, ethnically or otherwise objectionable; (v) take any actions or upload, post, e-mail or otherwise transmit Content that contains any viruses, Trojan horses, worms, spyware, time bombs, cancelbots or other computer programming routines that are intended to damage, detrimentally interfere with, surreptitiously intercept or expropriate any system, data or personal information; (vi) take any action or upload, post, email or otherwise transmit any Content that would violate any right or duty under any law or under contractual or fiduciary relationships (such as inside information, proprietary and confidential information learned or disclosed as part of employment relationships or under nondisclosure agreements); (vii) upload, post, email or otherwise transmit any unsolicited or unauthorized advertising, or promotional materials, that are in the nature of "junk mail," "spam," "chain letters," "pyramid schemes," or any other form of solicitation that Linden Lab considers in its sole discretion to be of such nature; (viii) interfere with or disrupt the Service or servers or networks connected to the Service, or disobey any requirements, procedures, policies or regulations of networks connected to the Service; (ix) attempt to gain access to any other user's Account or password; or (x) "stalk", abuse or attempt to abuse, or otherwise harass another user. Any violation by you of the terms of the foregoing sentence may result in immediate and permanent suspension or cancellation of your Account. You agree that Linden Lab may take whatever steps it deems necessary to abridge, or prevent behavior of any sort on the Service in its sole discretion, without notice to you.

so...having read that carefully i think i will show you all what a lovely lady gala is feeling like this morning. gala who? you seem pretty CURIOs! i don't know! pick a gala. really, go on, anyone you can think of will do. here is a, let's say, for purposes of this experiment, a theoretical conversation that could happen at some point between herself and myself. i think you know what i could mean!

okrebecca could say, i feel like i'mw atching someone set up the slowest digital performance art piece ever
Gala might then say ,
sawyer might insert, hi gala
Gala could then respond, hiiie sawyer
trudy as a third party could interject, what do you do here im new
and then trudy might follow up her question by admitting, and i dont have a clue
okrebecca might then joke, trudy, turn around and run as fast as you possibly can :)
and trudy might respond, y ?
possibly okrebecca offers a follow up joke on the follow up question by suggesting, this is the psych ward of the internet if ever there was one
and someone who really likes living by the Waterz might say, lmao becca
okrebecca might continue to muse, i've said it before, and i am sure i will have chance to say it again
then okrebecca would admit her own implicated status in the suggested "internet psychward" by theorizing, i am the resident who watches everyone else tongue their meds and i go ask for the extras in their rooms afterwards
and a random male bystander named Kraven who appreciates good humor might abbreviate, lmao
Gala might try to pursue her troll techniques by using one of her internet boyfriends favorite go to lines regarding physical size and weight, quipping, okreb how can you say no fatties
to which there may be no immediate logical response because the idea is taken from an extended work of humorous fiction, but okrebecca might eventually manage to let out, "no fatties"
to which okrebecca might add that, i say it by use of the english language
and to which the ever lovely and talented, giving, kind, generous, and skilled, but terribly horribly unoriginal theoretical character of Gala would force out, you know youre fat right
a question to which okrebecca could only modestly respond, yes :)
okrebecca would not fail to add however, who said i liked myself?
and Gala's brilliance might proceed with furthermore commenting, nice double standard there asshole
to which is this fascinatingly hateable okrebecca might respond based on what might be in what could be a profile on a possible internet forum that, theres a clause on double standards
adding, if you read the whole thing
and permitting every theoretical story line to have a happy ending, the princess Gala gets to have one last word before she would be muted in this situation, which she manages to make the amazingly insightful response, oh i guess i couldnt get that far

pot kettle black (although i prefer the wilco version)

i have thought of many people as puppets but rarely myself. for those of you into fantasy/roleplay, here is my avatar in my place, this is what it would look like if someone could pull my strings and tell me what to do. 

why do i keep going back to eminem? i am laughing, i really am.

big green mean weenies!?

i don't understand! 

why are you being so mean???

you're a mean mean (wo)man

you're just jealous of me cuz you

you can't do what i do

so instead of admitting it

you walk around and say

all kinds of really mean things about me

cuz you're a meanie, a meanie

but it's only cuz you're just really jealous of me

cuz i'm what you want to be

so you just look like an idiot

when you say these mean things

cuz it's too easy to see

you're really just a big weenie, big weenie

...ok now i need your undivided attention

sir, i have a question

why do i always sense this undeniable tension

from the moment that i enter into the room?

it gets all quiet and whispers

whenever there's conversation, why am i always being mentioned?

i've been dying to ask, it's been itching at me

is it just because

you're just jealous of me

cuz you just can't do what i do?

so instead of admitting it

you walk around and say

all kinds of really mean things about me

cuz you're a meanie, a meanie

my profile, subtitle "SDGAF" or "straight don't give a fuck"

plz to put a diaper on before you read, if you have this elusive "sense of humor" thing you may wet your pants.

my profile

no republicans, no RP/BDSM/masking your real life/second life bullshit, no liars, no heroin addicts, no cokeheads, no speed freaks, no alcoholics, nobody over the age of 30, nobody married, nobody with kids, no polyamory, nobody with boyfriend(s)/girlfriend(s), no mom-beaters, no baldies, no fatties, no dog people, no vegans (unless due to food allergies), no whores, no pimps, no teenagers, no convicted sex offenders, no felons, nobody who has served time, no bikers, disease free, NO (continued in picks)

http://snarkyshopper.blogspot.com/

<3
the only men worthy of my love
are fluffy and neutered
<345678910

boyfriend A: rocky
boyfriend B: blue





second life representation of my own experience with humans:
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You cast out for a fish...
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: Nope, no fish caught.
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You cast out for a fish...
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: Darn! Almost had one!
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You cast out for a fish...
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: Didn't get a bite that time.
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You cast out for a fish...
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You've earned 3 XP! (Catch was AutoDeclined due to low rarity.)
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: You cast out for a fish...
(7S) Small Pro Fishing Rod: Yikes, that one put up a fight! Shame it got away.

I quote myself because I am the only funny one left...
(except morrigan, who actually has things to say)
[19:53] Morrigan Denimore: ignoramii.

okrebecca Dastardly: like, you could cook an egg by the length of my relationships

okrebecca Dastardly: i just made a tab in picks. for my own self quotes
okrebecca Dastardly: because i am so fucking genius
Banrion Constantine: lol
okrebecca Dastardly: i bet some one of those married men over in cali coastal area is logging my local welcome area chats and making a screenplay out of it

okrebecca Dastardly: i'm insulted
okrebecca Dastardly: personally
okrebecca Dastardly: on behalf of all shit flippers
okrebecca Dastardly: we expect more from our ranks
okrebecca Dastardly: i wonder if theres a restaurant where you can get employment based on shit flipping?

okrebecca Dastardly: our crazy lady of cats?
okrebecca Dastardly: i need to make that church a reality
okrebecca Dastardly: i will live in the convent

john oliver ilu:
q-how do you tell if a cock is australian?
a-it rotates counter-clockwise

LIST
of people on second life who don't suck





...
no one.
not even one of you is a real person.




LIST
of things i want on second life:
-an awesome partner
-sgt pepper's outfits (all four colors, preferably trans)
-margot tenenbaum costume
-white straightjacket with sculpty sleeves and/or primmy buckles and highly detailed
-a custom pro rod fully featured that uses a noose to cast/catch fish
-animated PUSSY WAGON from kill bill with poses/driveable
-my 11,000 lost inventory items back or the hundreds of US dollars currency equivalent
-linden labs to declare bankruptcy and be investigated by the us dept. of treasury for offshore banking
-for linden labs to stop raping my inventory and taking souvenirs to remember the rape by
-every consistent regular user to commit suicide violently

LIST LIST
list of lists:

list of people i particularly hate
list of people i vaguely enjoy sometimes
list of people who have offered to show me cock/tits on the internet
list of girls/boys who have asked me to be with them before settling for someone else
list of people whom i have muted in 12 months
list of favorite sl artists
list of dates on which i deleted all of my friends list
list of people who actually have interesting profiles
list of people who are really real
list of people with more than 2 alts
list of people with sexy voices who are actually totally disgusting human beings
list of people i've crushed on who are total assholes
list of adults cheating on their spouses/partners/lovers on second life with other spouses/partners/lovers online
the list of incidents and logs of local chat where i've resisted the urge to correct someone's misquotation and subsequent misinterpretation of a shakespeare quote

NO (picks continued)
no unemployed persons, nobody homeless, no gamblers, nobody who wears socks with sandals, no high school dropouts, nobody who cannot speak perfect english, nobody who misspells shit constantly, no gun owners, nobody who likes dave matthews band, no religious beliefs or systems of faith whatsoever (only ism acceptable: nihil), no racists, no homophobes, no one who doesn't use voice (only excepting ursa), no one with double standards (except me), nobody who can't handle being friends with someone way smarter than them, no more washing spiders down the plughole, no alarms, and no surprises plz, no logo (naomi klein), no overnight parking, no turn on red, no woman no cry, no whining, no flash photography, no sleep til brooklyn, nofx, no trespassing, no soliciting, no offense, no soup for you, no redos, no takebacks, no rly, no u, no excuses, no rain, no doubt, no problem, no way, no how, no need to argue, no SCRUBS, no regrets, no more mr. nice guy, no one, nobody else, pay NO mind, no distance left to run...

NOO (picks continued)
no nukes, no brakes, no aloha, no shirt, no shoes, no service, no holds barred, no added preservatives, no artificial sweetener, no driving in the shoulder or breakdown lane, no wannabe employees of the new yorker magazine, no bard college freaks, no military personnel, no stuck up bored 30 something hudson valley authors, no skeletons in your closet (or trunk of your car, or garage, or vegetable garden), no use for a name, nobodies ever knew, i'm nobody, who are you? are you nobody too?, no future, no respect, no big deal, no soul, no shit sherlock, no money no honey, i can ride my bike with no handlebars, nobody who was proud to be an american prior to nov. 5th 2008, there's no sex in your violence, don't say no just say you don't know, no paranoid schizophrenics and/or people who believe that fluoride in water is poison sent by the government, no butt licking and no cops, no pinch, not even little pinch, no meatheads, nobody who likes sports, no pro-lifers, no pro-death penalty, no one who doesn't vote

NOOO (picks continued)
no happy people, oh, and i don't speak to boys. this includes the bitchy fake lesbians. and online lesbians. real women pretending to flirt with you. don't do it. at all. no exceptions. not sorry. i don't do internet friends, so unless you're interested in an "actual relationship" with me don't bother contacting. if you beg me to add you and don't message me within a week i will delete you permanently, yes, maybe i take things too seriously, but you're also a fucking flake and couldn't even be an internet friend if you tried, so don't waste our collective time.

and NO, finally, i will NOT apologize for the things i say, think, do, or write.

okrebecca Dastardly: meh waterhead, i wish there was an e-gas factory i could shuttle them all into and turn the pumps on

XXXXXXXXX
x-rated, ex-boyfriend, ex-girlfriend, expatriate, expunge, explore, exploit, expand, experience, explode, expedite, expedia.com, XX, XYY, XY, XXX, ex-models, extoll, experiment, extend, ex-lax, ecstacy, ex-military, extra, extraterrestrial, excel, ex machina, expose

YES
weed smoking fornicators who love cats and listen to radiohead

[6:36] okrebecca Dastardly: cats are the only good people left in the world
[6:36] okrebecca Dastardly: it's kinda sad

http://www.cracked.com/article_16853_8-most-horrifying-body-modifications.html

don't ask me about my music taste, it is impeccably documented for the past three years here: http://www.last.fm/user/okrebecca

recent reviews:
"you are the smartest person i've ever met on SL"-emo gymnast
"i love you"-selena heslop
"emo cunt stain"-ian navarathna
"fucking psycho bipolar bitch"-kendle kelberwitz
"neko fag"-adam
"you look fucking scary with no clothes on"-teenslu twine
"i have my own problems i can't help with yours" -jj
"bye"-hirshel bauer
"r u an italian milf?"-johnny vanistok
"okre - you are amazing - and you are scaring me"-songstra
"kill yourself"-ferris
"The best profile of all time. Nicely done."-Andrei Zsun
"you are a riot okre!"-dream fizzle

we do what we like and we like what we do
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuw7

YOU
didn't even read my whole profile, can't speak or type english properly anyway, are married, are already a bad parent, didn't graduate high school, go to a technical/vocational "college" or are studying to work on cars for your career, couldn't name a piece of victorian literature if you tried, have no personality, have nothing original to say, have nothing of value to offer me, are bald, old, ugly, and stupid, want to cheat on your rl partner online, have no values, have no talent, have no sense of humor, have no intellect worth inquiring after, have no drive or ambition, have no actual friends and no more life than i have, live in your mother's basement, work a meaningless job, lead a meaningless existence, you keep trying to dominate me, you disgust me, you won't even tell me your real name or age, you have way more skeletons in your closet than i ever had in the one i came out of, you make me sick, and ultimately, you're fucking boring me.
solution: go fuck yourself; it's not going to be me doing it.

FYI to the bigheaded dummies at Sn@tch

i don't know if ivey puts it in your job description or not...but i don't think it should be required that you be a prattish cunt, just to work at a store named after vagina.

*already sanitized logs removed due to power play bullying*

by the way, an anthropological/social study of this typing pattern would seem to indicate once again a teenage typer. <3 you underage cunts. and FYI also! i bought the manhattan gown ivey released for the black swan exhibit while i waited in the lag, FOR THE SECOND TIME, because i really DO love ivey's work, and i'm also trying to be realistic about the kind of customer service any particular store can provide. i've been putting off sending any attempt at salvage of lost inventory to ivey/sn@tch precisely because it is just so huge and such a lagfest and everyone on sl owns something from the store. just....your hiring practices babe!@$ come on. you can do their job in yr sleep woman.

the whores in sn@tch: 0
lag: 10 points
time wasting: level 7
jerry springer final thought: i was obviously in the store because i liked the prize. and wanted it. however, i COULD NOT GET IT because of lag faggotry, and other childish cuntery. and when you arrive at a store and the models are ghosted by lag, that's probably not a good sign. you might not want to pay them for those hours on the pole cuz like, they weren't even really there :O

*edit:
i want to add, and emphasize, how i actually *am* truly "greatful" lololol sorry, grateful, to ivey for not only making the awesome stuff she puts out with amazing speed and at no cost to quality, but also for including free noob packs, fortune tellers, group gifts, table of freebies, and a bag of stuff she finds each month or so out for everyone to collect. the amount of stuff in my former, now dead ty LL, folder of sn@tch was massive, i bought every riot vend each week for the past year, i collected all the hunt prizes, and the freebies, the halloween bobbing prizes and now the lucky dip stuff. it will not be hard to build back an amazing collection of sn@tch items given ivey's unrelenting generosity. obviously what bothers me is tp
ing into a store which suffers greatly from lag if for no other reason than it's sheer awesome popularity, and being as good as heckled by the store employees. i know, this lady thinks i was the one griefing her. griefing is interesting that way. as are natural human defense mechanisms inherent in our behaviors. my point is, it reminds me a little bit of being followed around in sam goody music store by the old manager dude because you're somehow looking like you're going to pocket a bundle of cds in your demagnetized massive shopping tote you just happened to walk in with. i used to get that look all the time as a kid, little did the employees know the spending limit on my mastercard in my wallet at the time, and ultimately who lost out was the store, who lost my business because i was made to feel uncomfortable and unwelcome as a customer. there is an expression in the shopping world, dating back to ancient roman times i guess, seeing as it's in latin. "CAVEAT EMPTOR" means let the buyer beware. and while i love this one because i'm a bit of a latin nerd, i'd have to say it ties up for top spot in shopping cliches with another totally true line this one in english as i know it: "The Customer is Always Right." *sighs* i think i've made what point i can.
amazon recommends:
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ahahah and of course the little baby got me banned, i'm rezzing in retox and the prize won't show for shit, but i do see a grey model in a cage ;)