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Our top story today is a tale of what can only be called what it is;  a rat. 

Look, I know you peeps get up to all sorts of things.  You steal people's work and call it your own, you bang cow avatars that are not mature, you charge rents so high that you will burn in hell, and your most heinous act; you defraud Facebook.

Am I bothered?  Nope.  I am not the law and you will either get caught or get fat.  Either way I gain nothing unless like some I get this good feeling in knowing I have done right by ratting you out (or being a pussy as it is more commonly known).

Imagine you are playing Yoville on Facebook with an account you know is not allowed.  Their policy is you need to use a real name (because stalkers have too many problems with avatar names) and you know that.  You may go a while until the account is closed or you may find a new little sheriff is in town and he has a blog (and a cute scooter).

This blog is listing the names of Facebook accounts they believe to be Second Life avatars and demanding action since a real name is required (something they oddly enough do not use on their blog).

I am not interested enough to go over this list, but I know for a fact Prok is not on Facebook meaning at least one is falsely linked to a Second Life account.

While we all can agree the level of douche on display here is a hot air balloon sized batch of vinegar and water, there is a larger issue we need to discuss.  Starting with you turds who feel they were issued a detective badge.

How many damn times do I have to read this stupid assertion: 

"the only reason people have inspection shields is to hide stolen items.".

The only way to disprove such a logically out of bounds statement is with the same: 

"the only reason people inspect is they are stupid busybody pieces of shit with no life."

Hold on, we are not done.  That is replaced by;

"preventing inspection stops us from seeing the creator names and buying the product cause we are all about commerce.".  

Yeah, fuck you.  I should have the right to choose to be a walking billboard or not but thanks to Emerald that is off the table.  Tell ya what, how about you try a new approach?

Ask me you asshole.  I may tell you.  I may not.

As for your need to report copies, get a life.  Go down to your local flea market and rat on those people with their fake Nikes.  What?  Yes, they may very well bust your ass in an epic parking lot beat down for getting that deportation hearing going with your mouth, .but you may very well learn to mind your own business.

No, you stupid piece of sewer sledge, I am not pro-stealing.  The problem is best dealt with by the content owners and Linden working this out without your Encyclopedia Brown ass (and we both know this is more about you than genuine concern).

A Day on the Grid

Stop one.  Crap Community Theater was in town and I stopped by to hear a few tales.  I do not know any of those people but a bear did seem really familiar.   I was hoping it was not a blogger I saw once or twice known for his stories on how he does stand-up (which is great) that always end up being stories about how he was tormented by someone or other.  It's a rough gig.  You have to be prepared to graphically describe sexual relations with any member of a heckler's family without hesitation or they will destroy you.

Speaking of destroyed, Crap's neighbor is missing out on things.  Not sure if this was a Ken doll commercial or what, but this pair just walked around (perhaps looking in the sand for something that was misplaced).

A little later, the lovely Amalia accompanied me to a talk by a few whores escorts who answered our questions on topics ranging from what sort of sad freak pays for pretend sex to the large selection of outfits they have on hand to make your Marry Poppins kink come true with a wealth of information.  The question of how likely it is your female escort has a penis was a little less detailed, but rest assured it's only as real a possibility as you choose to acknowledge.  Your hand is a dude as well you know.

We are both thinking of exciting careers in the field now actually.  They were asked about man escorts and said there is no market, but I can make the market.  People will pay for some Adric company.  I know it.

Am was off with her blue buddy shopping after that so I took my blue things to the last stop of the night. 

You know how sometimes you want to go for a drink and sometimes you want to go for a drink and bite to eat?   Well, much the same, sometimes you want to drink while in a big glass of booze jumping.   The only place I can find to do that is Babbage.

I always leave a tip which of course means I am entitled to dry out on the roof where I may just doze off.

I do not know what is so interesting about Babbage, but it's a place I keep returning to.  

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