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.
This is what the Dance Police SWAT looks like.
Make a rude comment, get swatted.
DON'T DISCO ANGRY!
Sorry, the Fashion Police is two doors down.
Can I say "Path holding his big stick" here?
More of The Dance Police SWAT Team. Don't worry. It's armed with blanks.
No, Kermit... it's very easy being green.
I don't know whether to ask them out on a date or feel guilty that I retiled my kitchen with their sister.
Next year, seriously going to plant a butterfly garden.
Laws of Physics: VIOLATED
How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
*sigh* That's now how you furry!
HOLLYWOOD EMO CHICK SQUARES
I love the stock market, don't you?
Larah loves to mess with my shots when I do closeups.
And this is how I got the black eye.
That's one big damn ball.
Put down the popcorn YOU FOOL!
Ever eat at this restaurant? Takes forever to get a reservation.
Jilley threatens to cast Fireball if I use her in the Dance Police montage.
Sonic The Hedgehog meets Pappa Pa Rappa, right?
Can you get me a double?
Sometimes, performers don't have time to shower between acts.
You're supposed to smash the bottle before you fight with it.
I forgot to tip the performer, but I bought that bridge!
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.