Big snowball fight today between the Lindens and us. At one point a window popped up as I was fighting that said Philip Linden* had hit me with a scripted object and asked if I wanted to file an abuse report. It was fun. I creamed Andrew Linden, and I could hear Bub but couldn't see him. Bub was fighting with YELLOW snowballs. Enj was so amazed that I'd never been to a wedding - well, I have been invited to my first wedding but I think she and I move in different circles as the "wedding thingy" (groom's words) is between Mr. Torture and Vampira,, his beloved. I was in Navora doing my low-level rat-slasher gig when I got a call from Torture asking if I'd come to his spike event. I just went to be supportive, but it was interesting, somewhat. I hadn't spoken with Mr. T for a while - we're just mild acquaintances from the Fantasy Castle, but I always liked him as he laughed at my comments. In second Life people play around in all kinds of things that are rather creepy, like master-slave things and dungeons, etc. Someone who was master-someone arrived (I'd seen him in Navora) in an ultra-shiny suit of armour. I couldn't help but think ill of him as he obviously thought he was wonderful. I told him to watch out in case someone wanted to drain spaghetti (he looked like a collander to me) but unfortunately he popped out at that second, and popped right back in - missing my quip. I wonder what the draw is for the "slave?" Being a "Master" provides strokes for the obnoxious - I see that. I saw a fellow debasing himself at Gravity the other night - unpleasant to be around.

*our fearless leader

Oh I forgot to say that one of the Winter Festival thingies (meant in a non-matrimonial way) is a booth selling "lemon" snowcones, and there were more than a few yellow snowballs being chucked about today.