November 21, 2002

About the weekend after Halloween, I won a "silent slave auction." Basically to raise event money for the Music neighborhood in Entertainment, an ND had procured colony level personae to be made available to do chores for the winning bidders.

The only Sci Fi Colony Colony official was actually the responsible woman who made amends with those dissed and displaced. If it had been any of the creeps who still harbor no remorse and refuse to see they were directly responsible for the implosion of the colony, I'd have stepped aside and let any number of vengeful people have their way with them. I think privately they knew that, and were too cowardly to step forward. When I won her services, I asked whether she could do some recruiting. She said she'd check to see whether that was a conflict of interest. I said that if she found it was, we'd negotiate something else. I asked her as an aside and personal favor to look into why kittty may still have that undeserving ban on her CT record.

As mentioned, in the wake of our hasty departure weeks back, some kid was stuck running the entire neighborhood as the other neighborhood deputies resigned and left, and the Neighborhood Leader popped in briefly almost a week after the incident to say she couldn't do her job (like she ever did) and quit. A Colony Deputy became acting NL, deleted the Voyager block and another, so said kid wasn't alone.

Let's call this colony official "Dave." Dave seemed to be a friendly guy. The few times I saw him anyway. I even went to his "wedding" (Did I ever run that pic from it? It's and aspect of CT which totally turns me off. I remember thinking how normal and sane I was as I stood in the pews, watching the utter devaluation and demoralization of what should be a very special event in one's life. But that's not what this is about).

Well, that evening of the meet with my "slave," I was met by an interesting bombardment which promptly crashed my browser. As I was reading this ranting message from the auctioneer about how I cannot request someone to check security records and take my money back, I got a live message from Dave, taunting me about his deleting the Voyager block from the hood map. If you've read my previous entries, you now how much I wanted that block after having been promised and then relocated out of it. It was going to be our home, and I was so psyched to begin a Voyager recruitment campaign. The creeps who made us leave dashed those dreams and the thought of a true home in CT to bits.

Making it back, I asked by message to - let's call her Morticia - "you mean we cannot discuss this like adults?" or something similar. It was agreed she would come to my home with a "witness" to renegotiation. How sad. I procured my present Neighborhood Leader (let's call her NL) as mine. Morticia came with two reps, one Dave. Okay. Auctioneer came on sputtering, then crashed. He did this repeatedly throughout the meeting, making an ass of himself between disappearances. Morticia and I agreed she would make a flash graphic I could post in messages to promote my block. That was fine for everyone, practically a personal favor. Auctioneer didn't seem so thrilled that his hood got to keep the money (I won most of it in trivia), but then why should he? He moved that very hour to become ND in my former hood under Dave. That was interesting! Do wonders of subversive political diddling cease? [more]

DD 1:17pm EST on Thursday, Nov 21, 2002

November 19, 2002

Halloween in cyberspace was interesting. The night before was our new neighborhood's official party. Other than friends I invited in, only a few hood officials made their appearance and once exceptionally active resident.

Our Neighborhood Leader was a cartoony witch, who hopped on a broom and hovered instead of walked. The token resident was in stereotypical drag, with close cropped hair, a goatee, and miniskirt. When he waved his purse around, we had to duck. My friend was Morpheus from the Matrix, an inside joke between us from the acro days. I was in something I goofed off with in photoshop, the Doc in a very strange body suit and a matching translucent plastic mask. Eventually I would be dubbed "the bald, naked, spray-painted guy" (relax. nothing showed to warrant a ban. LOL)

The next night the colony hosted the Big Party in the Outer Worlds, privately created and hosted places and environments, linked together by the Blaxxun 3D plug-in's chat interfact and "Places" tab.

The Mayan Temple locale was crammed with Cybertownfolk, and it got so bogged down that everyone kept crashing. So after about a half hour of tooth and nail, I whispered and emailed to my friends to meet me at my place for a pizza post party party.

We had a blast, and Chiquita the banana brought along some ape boyfriend as two matching characters from Nightmare Before Christmas. When he farted in the jello pool, nobody would go in. I told Chiquita that next time she ought to bring someone higher on the evolutionary tree.

In the real world, I had taken the day off and performed a Samhain ritual, then later one online on my terrace. Janewa walked in on it which was strange, but when I asked her not to enter the area deliniated by element plaques, she complied. I'm sure it looked very curious, with me and Kes in the circle, and an altar with a pumpkin candle and some pizza (to "eat" for grounding)...

DD 12:41pm EST on Tuesday, Nov 19, 2002