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.
I want THAT tree!
Klaatu Barada Nikto! means "Merry Christmas!" in Martian
Debauche pulled out all the stops for their holiday show. They hired Luxo Junior from Pixar.
"We're here with the eviction notice, Santa!"
I wonder if they take Visa.
The soldier would dance, but he cracked his nuts...
When I step on those things, it hurts like hell.
Don't stomp the star!
"I'm sorry, but the X-ray shows a dancer in your left ventricle."
WHAT IS HOLDING THAT SWING UP?
psssst. Web. (piano)
SNOWFLAKE ATTACK! PEW PEW!
First, they tell me to remove all scripted items. Then, I get chided for no ankle locks. Sheesh!
Why would you buy a Steinway for a teddy bear? They can't reach the keys or the pedals. psst. Web. (piano)
Can you pick up ESPN on that thing?
Ghost furniture?
pssst. Web. (piano)
This is why we had to hire a new warden at the Dance Police Jail.
Where's the frickin' laser beam on its head?
pssst. Web. ... .... .... oh, right. (piano)
Don't think of it as tipping the dancers. Instead, think of it as Roman charges.
Baywatch, Second Life. (Don't hassle the Di.)
Ahem. I'm a dance photographer, not a wedding photographer.
pssst. Web. (sexy piano)
Disney's really cut costs with their direct-to-video, haven't they?
It may be cursed, but it's still organic applesauce.
Oh that's where they put the budget!
Wow. She got mirrors to work in SL? That's magic!
And this is why I have pizza for Thanksgiving.
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.