Every week or so, I look back through the photos of Second Life dance performance that I’ve posted on Flickr.
Sometimes, I smile.
Sometimes, I wince.
And then there’s the times... well... you know...
I like to call this portion of our trip:
Don’t Make Me Call The Dance Police.
INTRODUCING: The Deejay Bot 9000... just plug it in, connect it to the Internet, pour in some vodka, and it'll spin tunes for hours. Fun for the whole family and cult membership, safe for all ages. Be sure to order the plug-in for a twelve step program and endless tunes available through Russian music hacking libraries! Order now, and we'll throw in an extended warranty. Only breaks down when you forget its anniversary, birthday, Christmas, and Valentine's Day.
Her costume consists of CAUTION tape and smiles for good reason.
What are those two silhouettes thinking about?
If that were the sign for a restaurant, I'd eat there every day.
The forecast for today... hot. Very hot.
Okay, maybe too hot.
Even Indiana Jones would just stand there and stare and drool a bit.
Holy fuck don't drop her! I have enough work to do!
Boil down that skull, and you'll have gelatin for a year.
Pssst. Web. (piano)
On a side note, I'm binge-watching Fullmetal Alchemist on Netflix.
She ordered too... much... wine!
Chapter One: Man invents water.
Frozen 2: Oh, God, Not More Of Them.
If only I could. If only I could.
Okay, so maybe we need to hire more staff here at The Dance Police.
Do you want demons, Lana?
Because that's how you get demons.
Thank you, and stay tuned next Sunday for the next thrilling episode.
"Hey. It's Cave. Someone's not daaaancing. Come on. You know the law - testing IS NOT a dance exemption. Don't make me call the dance police"
- Cave Johnson, Portal 2 Perpetual Testing Initiative Expansion Pack.
PS: If you haven't yet turned in a note card for your DQ profile or your group profile, contact <i>R. Crap Mariner</i>.