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.
WHEEL... OF... HUNCHBACK!
What cute kids... wait, doesn't this act violate child labor laws?
I'm just really proud of this shot, okay?
One... one Santa!
Pssst. Your dance partner is a lamp.
Two... two Santas!
Um... you were supposed to write your wish list for Santa, silly.
Hey! Do your shopping after the show!
Do either of those elves have a driver's license?
I hope that's not Celsius.
Three! Three wonderful Santas! AH AH AH! (lightning)
Dear Santa, For Christmas, I'd like gravity back.
... the King of Dance does not approve of this dance police post.
I don't remember a chokehold in the Nutcracker. Do you?
The difference between mesh and traditional prims is incredible.
Putting the angel on the tree.
Always check your telepod for rats.
FOUR! FOUR SANTAS! Wait... wait...
What the crap? Santa on stage with himself? What's going on here, Mom?
Oh my god! Nobody shout! Those icicles will fall and impale those dancers!
Stop dancing on the asset servers! You're causing more lag!
Three words: Early Peter Gabriel.
Gwynneth Paltrow's head?
Drummerboyzilla! Run! Run!
,,, and that's when the acid kicked in.
Is this Winds or Raglan Shire?
Five! Five Santas!
Si... ooooh. Sexy Santa!
Oh. Okay. Fine.
pssst. Web. (piano)
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.