M is for Myg

It started out as an ordinary Little Philly evening. The foliage glinted copper light under the dimming sun. Somewhere down the block you could hear the telltale sounds of a skinless noob with his genitals out looking for hookers. Romana, Alex and I gathered around Sable as she told us all about Hair Fair.

How was it? “Laggy,” she said. We spend a lot of East Philly nights in banter such as this. But this was no ordinary East Philly night. Not by a long shot. Read more

I don’t know what the hell happened… Read more

Last night, we crossed the border illegally into Reforma, Mexico City on a tip from Andromeda, a new friend who’d come to Philadelphia last night on a hunt for hobo gear. She’s planning to stage a protest there. Read more

We looked into the possibility of checking Torvalpac into the Bakuwood Rehab as part of our efforts to get him reinstated to Baku. After what I heard of last night’s debacle with him on the streets of Little Philly, it seems we need to step up our efforts considerably. Candidate Wei and I took a quick trip to check the place out.

When we arrived, the conditions were deplorable. No brain liquefying meds, no origami supplies, no bad television. Where were the doctors? “Um, there are no doctors…” one anxious staffer told us. I looked at the pathetic conditions and saw misfortune, but Romana Wei? She saw opportunity. Read more

I blame it on the suits.

But I guess Romana has her own damned good reasons for switching to the Republican ticket in the SL primary. Read more

We’ve got to do something about Torvalpac.

Since getting banned from Baku he’s been wandering the streets of little Philly, sometimes as the Space Marine Tupac (pictured above with Candidate Wei). Other times he calls himself Torvald, and presents as either Hulk Hogan or a small Soviet duck avatar. He seems to randomly flip between the two identities without warning - much like a psychiatric patient off meds. But always, he’s like a lost soul since he’s been cast from his home.

We couldn’t stand by and just watch this young soldier of virtuality wither away in the Baku diaspora. So Wei is going to make a petition to Baku to take him back. Read more

Store security cameras caught this poor sap’s ugly mug at about 4pm Philly time today. The suspect is about 5 feet tall, 195 lbs, in her late 40s. Poor hygiene, smells like drain-o, cat food and cigarette butts. The damn bitch ran off just as I was making a citizen’s arrest. I’ll tell you all about it after the “read more” mark, so hit it people.

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I went to Zephyr (128, 128, 24) yesterday looking for new spokes for my bike. As cool as it looks, that place has always given me the creeps. But not in a good way.

Yesterday while wandering around the dead, foresaken streets I got some answers. Read more