Monday will come.
Posted by myg
There’s been a lot of shit going down in Second Life these days. People gone nutty. People just, fucking, gone. My dear friend Lisa Takao, for one - our very own M is for Myg staffer. She’s gone. Like gone, gone, gone. We knew she had to take off for awhile for work related reasons, but we thought she’d come back. She didn’t. And well, all we can say is we miss you and we sure as hell hope wherever you are, you’re okay.
Then Johnny Skosh, just this week, tore the fucking whole of Dead City right out of the god damned air in Deadwood. Not two weeks, I think, after we posted here how grand it was. Grand infuckingdeed. Dude just split, kicked all the tenants out, said sayonara assholes, in not so many words. “Dead City is going down with me.” Or some shit to that effect. Now it seems he’s gone too.
But fret not, M is for Myg fans. While maybe we can’t count on avatar stability, we can always count on Monday. Well maybe not always, but we can count on this Monday anyway. Alex will be at some “gradual skool” meeting, but having had the taste for attention and the flair for headphones, yours truly will come partner with Esteban Moody to bring you your dose of the anti-Monday jam.

This photo is by Gigmonger, a great SL photographer, my new friend and one of our Dead City tenants who recently got bum blasted by the recent Johnny Skosh flake out. It’s here because I’m wearing headphones. And because I’ve been slack in the picture taking department lately.
So got it? If you want it, come get it tomorrow night.
Me, starring as the DJ in the gripping set, “Shit I Like,” a sonic pallette selected for the guitar dork.
Catch it Monday, 11/5/07 at 7pm SLT.
Then come for Esteban’s funky stuff, immediately after, 8pm SLT-9pm SLT.
You know where, right? Clockwork, Mainline, Topgol 225, 143, 54















I hate when people I care
about leave. It makes a
hole in the heart. It’s
better if they say something
rather than just disappear.
“w00t!”
hey Seraphine - I hate when people I care about leave too though I’m quickly coming to accept it’s a big part of the Second Life experience. That said, total disappearances are spooky. We come to know and love people and then they are just gone, no explanation, no way of ever finding them again. I try not to think that something dreadful has happened, but the awfulness of possibility sometimes gets the better of me. Then again, if I will never know the truth, may as well think happy thoughts, right?
Right, Myg. Happy thoughts
occupy the space that would
otherwise be unhappy.
Well ain’t that fitting - now the picture is gone too!