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Well, hey there!

I thought some of you who once subscribed to this blog might possibly be interested in reading something I wrote. It’s a Twilight fanfic. Don’t laugh! Okay, well, you can laugh.

But seriously.

Imagine if Twilight had been written for grown ups, by me? You might like it then, right? Maybe? Perhaps?

I think you should find out for yourself!

You can check this out as a blog post over at Twitarded. Or you can visit the story as it unfolds at its own subdomain here.

And if you are a big fan of Twilight and the rest of the series, and are over the age of 18? You may really like it quite a bit. And if you are over the age of 25? You might like it even more. And if you’re older than that but are Twilight obsessed? This fic’s for you.

And if you do stop by to read at those other places? Please, please say hello and let me know you came from SL.

hearts and puffy things to you,

Myg

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Stuff I’m thinking about.

Why am I typing this when I have an assload of work I must get done because I have an early as fuck training tomorrow morning? Because I love you, that’s why. In fact, I love you more than my job.

That picture above features The Ladybird aka Xaxoqual Mandelbrot, me and Edward Horton after (during?) another kickass electronica set by Xax. As far as I know, Esteban will be playing punky stuff tonight at 6 SLT. So come and skank! -=CLOCKWORK=-

I saw this post at New World Notes on Unions getting together in Second Life and it made me think of Esteban. Can anyone provide me with a logical explanation as to why New World Notes does not own newworldnotes.com or some version thereof?

Did anyone else follow this idiotic story the Washington Post did about terrorists using Second Life to plot and terrorize us? This has nothing to do with the unions, by the way – that was probably a bad transition, though they are both technically falling under the “using Second Life to organize” theme. Hmmm. Let me rant for a minute. Hey! Let’s fear technology! That’ll show the terrorists! Gwyneth Llewellyn posts a much better rant on this issue here.

I was sad to hear that Tateru Nino’s father died last week. She posted a beautiful tributeto him here. She wrote:

“Life is a test,” he told me, “Everything is a lesson. You stop learning when you die. Maybe not even then.”

Here’s to him, and here’s to you Tateru. Thanks for sharing your memories of him with us during this difficult time.

Signing off now.

Yours,

Myg

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We are the pretty, petty thieves, and you’re standing on our street.

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Okay, this started a couple of weeks ago when this charming man, Wrath, the biggest Morrissey/Smiths freak that ever was, noticed that “Morrisey” was an available SL last name. Someone pointed out that it would be funny if we had a Smiths/Morrissey night at Clockwork and all came with alts with the last name “Morrisey.” Well, hang the dj, that’s a brilliant idea. (And yes, we understand it’s not exactly the spelling of Moz’ last name. Leave the second S off for sorrow. Or something.) We laughed about it and agreed we should. But, as we have brilliant ideas all the time (ha!), we didn’t immediately pursue it.

But last night we started talking about it again and began thinking of first names to go with “Morrisey.” Myg disappeared and then, faster than a hairdresser on fire, this ugly n00b “Myg Morrisey” tp’d into the club. It was on. Soon there was “More,” “KillUncle,” “JellyBean,” “HawksRock,” “Jillian,” and “Suedehead” Morrisey. By the end of the night we had “Sable,” “Nene,” “Piccadilly,” and “Zo.” It won’t stop there.

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Morriseys are against rules. They are anarchic, friendly, and weird.

Morriseys generally travel in packs. Though there are no rules, Morriseys feel more comfortable in the company of other Morriseys. A lone Morrisey is a vulnerable target, and we don’t want to feel more vulnerable than we already do. Also, traveling in packs is a moveable feast, a transient Morrisey mob. While out traveling in packs, Morriseys will be noticed. Don’t panic. Stick together. Ask the people if they like The Smiths or Morrissey. When they say “yes” jubilance ensues. Encourage them to change their last name to Morrisey immediately.

What will come of this? I wouldn’t say, no. But you can bet there will be events, probably parties, sets, and Morrisey Mobs. Eventually, we will outnumber the Lindens. Get your Morrisey now. How soon is now? Today. Join the group -=Morrisey=-. Await instructions.

Update/Morriseys news:
My SLife with the Thrill Kill Morrisey Cult
Wrath Paine in Night of a Thousand Morriseys

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8 random SL Bloggers, recap by Myg

You know, I had no idea the whole blogging meme thing garnered such mixed opinions! I mean, heck, give me any opportunity to spew random crap about myself and I’m usually all for it. But that’s me, and this is my blog.

See, I rather enjoyed what the SL blogosphere put out there on this one. Some of the random facts really made me giggle, so I had to do a highlights version for posterity’s sake. So here they are – 8 of my favorite random facts about SL Bloggers. (In no particular order…)

Hawksrock! Hawksrock Gunawan: 2) My dad put me to work summers in a beef packing plant to make me value my education, where I was the only one on my line that spoke English. There were three guys speaking Spanish and 2 speaking Vietnamese. It was still interesting to see how well you can relate and communicate when you have to via hand signals and loud grunts. Another interesting job I had was “shagging” trailers at a friend of my fathers trucking company when I was only 16. Nothing like getting your license and then moving several ton 18-wheelers around in the summer. (Did Hawks just disclose he was both a beef packer and a truck shagger? Was Jelly aware of this?)

CodeBastard Redgrave: 5. I like pr0n. Yes, I do. Especially old Danish or German porn from the 80’s, like Color Climax and so on. Those people knew how to make porn. It looked amateur, and it was pretty kinky.

Dilligafah Hoodoo: 6) I will try to cook anything on a BBQ, so far I’ve learned that eggs, rice, beans, and pancake batter don’t really work unless you have a pot.

Rosie Shark: 1. I am fundamentally suspicious of Tom Hanks. Anyone this squeaky clean is bound to have skeletons in their closet. And, no, I didn’t like Forest Gump either.

Elusyve! Elusyve Jewell: 1) I can fall asleep anywhere, at anytime.. I am not narcoleptic, it is just a talent I have, that many are jealous of, just as they are of my other talent of swallowing square caramels whole!

Orchid from MeanGirls:  (4) Apple juice makes me poop. A lot. I know its gross, but your average normal person should be able to drink a glass of apple juice without running to the bathroom an hour later! I am not average and can NOT drink much apple juice. Anything more than ohh .. a glass that you’d drink a cocktail out of is TOO much. I used to think it was an allergy, but I can eat apples! I don’t know anymore .. I just avoid apple juice for the most part.

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JellyBean: Fact 3: I enjoy Pickle sammiches. It’s just pickles + mayo on wheat bread. I love it most when the pickle juice makes my mayo milky. 😀

October Hush: 8. Eight…eight…I forget what eight was for.

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8 Stunning, Shining Facts about Us

Burgess and Myggles 

Between Hawks and dinee, we done been tagged and bagged. But since Burgess is wrapping up a crazy semester, we decided to  answer as a unit.  Here goes.

1. We rarely discuss our SLives with our friends who aren’t in Second Life. That’s because by and large they Just. Don’t. Get it.  We’ve tried to pass along our enthusiasm, the vast potential of the metaverse, the tales of the great people we’ve met and the fun and creative things we’ve done (Clockwork, DJing, Met a Stranger, blogging, etc.) yet they still look at us with the vague disinterest one might show their tax advisor whenever we bring it up. So fuck’em. Hell, I’ve even tried talking to my teenage clients about it (bonus random fact about Myg – I work with adolescents)  and you’d THINK the young’uns would jump all over it, but truth is most of them don’t have machines that can handle SL well enough. I think the technology jump is still a big barrier for a lot of folks, but then we’ll leave analysis to another post.

2. Our dog Mason sleeps in bed with us every night. He’s an 8 month old black lab (8 months old today – Happy 8 month Birthday you sweetie muppeh puppeh!) Yes, I project tremendous child rearing fantasies onto Mason and I’m fully aware of that, like thinking he will somehow read that last line later tonight when I go home and he’s resting his head in my lap, trying to lick the laptop keyboard to score some burrito crumbs (bonus random Mygfact #2 – I eat in front of the laptop, all the time. I don’t recommend it, nor does Apple.)

3. We need a bigger bed. (Please refer to Stunning Fact #2, above).

4. We were brought together by rock. My then-boyfriend was the singer in Alex’s post-punk noise band and I used to go and hang out during rehearsals, quite jealous I couldn’t be in the band. My then-bf quit the band, and I replaced him as the singer. Alex was the guitarist. Later I learned to play guitar and the two of us went on to be in a total of three different bands together, the last one being by far the best. That band did release some stuff and did some modest regional touring and if we were to let you know the name, you could in fact google it and find out our real identities. We still write, record and release music with that band, albeit very sporadically.

5. In the past we’ve both worked for high-ranking politicians and then left politics, likely forever. Working in politics, for me, was so fucked up that I don’t even want to say more about it right now.

6. We are both in the middle of writing novels. (And for those of you wondering wth happened to Met a Stranger, I’m really really sorry! It had to get pushed aside for my latest endeavor for a little while. I am determined to return to it someday because it was the best thing I ever did with my SL time, but it is amazingly time-intensive, so I need to do it when I can fully commit to it again…)

7. We are both American Sailing Association certified sailors and as such can charter yachts up to 50 feet. Of course, we can’t actually afford to charter any yachts right now, nor anytime in the immediate future. Anybody who wants to pay to charter a  yacht in the Virgin Islands this winter and to fly us there, we’ll be happy to sail it for you.

8. We throw a great New Year’s party nearly every year, complete with dancing, pigs in blankets, disco ball, hats and noisemakers, pj’d sleepovers and waffles in the morning, with monopoly playing extending well into New Year’s Day. We were trying to see if there was a way to stream our party into SL this year, so if anyone has any ideas on that let us know. We can and will, of course, stream the music from the party into Clockwork and all of the Mainline group land. But it’s kinda hard to be entertaining meatpeople and pixelfolk at the same time, unless I dance at Clockwork, then get a wireless headset and walk around my house like a jackass… Hey…that’s not a bad idea, except I don’t think there are wireless headsets yet for voice, are there? Anybody? I need a gadget geek on this one (please refer to dinee, fact #2). Thanks.

So there you have an interesting array of facts about the Myg-Alex complex. Those of you who were wondering, “Is that them?” could certainly surmise, by this compilation of dead giveaways, that it certainly is us, but then, anyone who reads M is for Myg wouldn’t have any idea of who us really is (with the exception of one and only one. Or maybe two. Huh…)

We decided not to tag anybody, because to be honest we’re doing this late enough so nearly anyone inclined to do it already has, and because I break all those chain emails too. It’s just how I am.

So, see you tonight for Hawks’ set at Clockwork, alright? 6-8pm SLT! SLURL 

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What’s in your name?

Hullo everybody! How’s your downtime going? Yeah, that’s about how I thought. I was thinking though, about you and about me and about who we are in here and why we present ourselves just in the way that we do.

See, my close friend just stuck his big toe into the virtual universe and he simply agonized over creating his SL name (and came up with a great one too). I can see stressing over it, though. When you meet somebody new in here, the name the first clue as to who they might be. Because they chose it themselves, it says something.

So what I want to know is why, given not infinite but a wide choice of moniker, did you choose what you chose? Do you still like it?

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Okay, I’ll go first.

Myg·da·la: MIG-duh-luh is how you say it.

But most who know me call me Myg. Or Mygs if you want to be cuddly about it, which is a-ok with me.

In and of itself, Mygdala doesn’t mean anything. Most of you have never heard of anyone with this name, and this indeed is something I like about it.

I chose it when I was immersed in learning about the neurobiology of traumatic experience. The Amygdala is a little almond shaped critter that sort of acts like the brain’s alarm system and sparks off things like elevated heart rate in response to perceived threat.

Lots of you don’t know it yet, but I’m a musician to boot. A singer, guitarist, lyricist. I think because of this, I am in *love* with the sounds of words. And I love the sound of the word Amygdala. I understand this is strange, but it is true.

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So originally I was going to name myself Amygdala. Then it came time to look for last names. On the LL list was March, which I naturally chose because it’s the month of my driver’s birth. That would have made me:

Amygdala March.

But it didn’t sing, you know? Too many syllables, the stress in the wrong place. I need flow in a name. So played around with it a little. I lopped the A off, and became:

Mygdala March.

Now to me, that rings. Saying it is like a dance for my tongue.

But what happened of course is that nobody wants to type Mygdala – I don’t even want to type it. So it evolved to Myg over time. And the name is so *me* now it’s not even funny. So that’s the story. I am sticking by it.

But enough about me.

If you’re game, please comment or post with a track back here so we can find out what’s in your name.

I must admit that those of you who have the least “normal” sounding names I’m most intrigued by: Codebastard Redgrave, JellyBean Madison, Wrath Paine, Sable Slade, Hawksrock Gunawan, Tateru Nino, Desertwolf Longstaff, Dinee Ghia, and of course, Vint Falken (who many people assume is male when just seeing the name-why is that?).

But I also want to hear how Zoe Connolly, Tiana Meriman, Timothy Lilliehook and gosh, all of my friends, bloggers or not, picked their names. Because I’m all curious about the human experience like that.

If I forgot to name you here, please remember that I am an ass.

Participation in this social networking event is all voluntary, of course…

lubs,

mygs

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