BW on Second Life: Virtual Word, Real Money
The cover story for Business Week’s May 1 issue (link, reg req) is the booming economy inside MMPOG Second Life. The article gets at what makes Second Life so interesting, even though other MMPOGs are (for now) bigger:
“it’s a stretch to call it a game because the residents, as players prefer to be called, create everything. Unlike in other virtual worlds, Second Life’s technology lets people create objects like clothes or storefronts from scratch, LEGO-style, rather than simply pluck avatar outfits or ready-made buildings from a menu. That means residents can build anything they can imagine, from notary services to candles that burn down to pools of wax….. Besides, in one important way, this virtual stuff isn’t imaginary at all. In November, 2003, Linden Lab made a policy change unprecedented in online games: It allowed Second Life residents to retain full ownership of their virtual creations. The inception of property rights in the virtual world made for a thriving market economy.”
Jonathan told me about California State PolyÒs College Slang Research Project Might try something like this with next yearÒs students, innit?
I promise to answer each note upon my return.
Did I mention that both men were pall bearers at my fathers funeral? People talked, but no one asked a direct question.
Read here about new (well, some of them don’t seem that new to me but anyway) insights into what babies know and when they know it (not just about language)
Whored shamelessly from my favorite wench and morningstar among the many who are doing it….
Gwyneth is famous because her mother is famous. Blythe Danner, thy name is Nepotism! And “Excellent Teacher of Passable London Dialects.”
“I made you a poop cake?” he says. He’s staring at a piece of paper on my desk. “You made a poop cake?”
You’re not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you’re generally considerate of others’ feelings as well.
And if I can make someone think twice before picking up a copy of “Me Luv U Long Time” or “Phat Booty Hoes” then I’ve done my job.
Just got a puncture and had to take the bus home. Walking home from the bus stop I realised how seldom I actually walk anywhere these days, and how nice it is.
So that’s one hole’s whole truth. I have several holes. Most of them, particularly my mouth, aren’t good for anything but stuffing up. But one of them will open up and say ahhhhhhh one of these days.
The Great Divide Between Business and Creative
IÒve been a busy girl. What with my active career as a blue haired waitress and smut writing up the wazoo, I have been neglecting you, my dear bloggies.
Earlier still, Kiloh went to her circus class and Apoa missed hers to go bowling for Rachel’s birthday.
You’re not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you’re generally considerate of others’ feelings as well.
Let me tell you what you want Let me tell you what you need ThereÒs no future No future No future in boy bands
As a social worker working with mentally ill children, I am no stranger to the medicating of them. But, this NYT piece regarding the side effects of stimulant medication really had me upset.
it’s against the rules, i pointed out, very assertively, but without much hope.
Also just generally enjoying watching activity build up and checking who’s joining in.
So I wonÒt go to MacyÒs any more more more
“Has anything bad ever happened to you in this neighborhood?”
I’d toss some papers or manila folders at their pretty faces if I could move my arms. But nothing inspires passivity like immobility.
smiled at his confusion and lied down on the empty couch where I almost instantly fell asleep.
help you can give me, and I’d apologize for the amount
It was really good to see Richard OÒBrien performing (as the childcatcher). HeÒs still got this amazing presence as soon as he steps onto the stage.
sure enough, he bent forward, and gruffly pushed the rest of my bra down as far as it would go, given the limitation that my arms were pinioned.
“Stand up!”
Department of Politics, University of California
I hold Nigella Lawson entirely responsible for making me think that food is sexy. Here I want to emphasize that I am not talking about Nigella herself being sexy, which she most certainly is.
He catches me off guard. I put on my radio voice. “Do you mean, like how good my copy was?”
he preferred the soapdish (for point of perverted perspective unrevealed to me) or occasionally, if i were shaving, he’d circle my razor every time i laid it down.
If I had the use of my body, I’d throw it out the window
Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles. In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back. Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets. I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts. Next I blindfolded her with scarf. Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy.
Now for something completely different..
PORNO PREVENTS BURGLAR FROM BURGLING PORNOGRAPHER
Had a great time last night with Robbie and Dug at the John Martin Gallery
Remember the letter to Ricoh Geoff Pullum copied to LINGUIST objecting to their advert?
Cre(a)mola Foam found as far south as Sheffield? I thought it was an experiment on us Scots only. So did they have the poll tax in Sheffield too?
Such is the nature of a sex slave. It’s not that I can’t say no, just that the no is rendered meaningless if He so chooses.
The version of ÑLet It BeÒ with Phil SpectorÒs production input removed is coming out in November. xfm report it here
“You had your last chance girl. Now you will get a sound lesson in obedience and respect for your elders. Take off your clothes.”
I don’t like to think of myself as a spoilsport. I wouldn’t dare question the veracity of Father Christmas, the Tooth Fairy or even the Easter Bunny. But I draw the line at Derren Brown.
Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier. Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level. The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures. Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked. April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.
We were discussing the Joy Division influence on Moby, especially in Extreme Ways when Ohna pointed out that the tune is mainly based on Sorry I’m A Lady by Baccara Remember?
oh, and my cleavage was reunited with miss rachel kramer bussel’s boobage. the girls are still rosy from the encounter.
Don’t take your next California road trip without it! This is the tiny version of the big book listed below, but with some of the more popular names. (*****)
If you are a music freak and a big smartypants who thinks you’ve heard it all, Pandora has you nailed.
With Venik, you beat your own body with the leafy sapling branches.
Mr. Cleaver(Master) straightens up, wipes sweat from his brow and puffs proudly on his pipe. “Thank you, dear! Come and admire my manly nail placement!”
accepting photos, written works, sketches, drawings, digital imagery,
He sits at his chair, one of those faggy ball chairs, crosses his legs and turns toward his Macintosh. “Come, lovely. Let me show you how to open an email.”
Great, I thought she has cum in pain. Now it was time for more severe pain. Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage. Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap. The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.
The Mirror isnÒt pulling any punches in its antiwar campaign at the moment. Today theyÒve got a piece by John Pilger, which gets front page billing.
Lux Nightmare’s The Life and Times of an Angry Little Kitten.
(Note, the regular shower series will continue till someone asks me to stop.)
IÒve been a busy girl. What with my active career as a blue haired waitress and smut writing up the wazoo, I have been neglecting you, my dear bloggies.
You can read Nick Assinder on what Blunkett said when selection under a Labour government was confirmed here.
Meg is upset at the way Londoners say their phone numbers.
are you afraid, i smiled, nodding at the ropes, that i’ll run away when i see you naked?
Among the existing “first time” anthologies there remains a void – discussion of first orgasm. First orgasm is unique in its diversity as a common experience.
First, I chose not to pursue rampant casual sex in a compulsive grab to assuage my manic episodes. Instead, I burrowed in my apartment and jerked off like a fiend.
Continue reading “Don’t shit in my mouth and call it a sundae”…
After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs. After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple. I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well. She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized. Just as well.
How to Deal with Your Porn Job when Life Interrupts
“How is it different than a shitty amateur porn shot by a heavily drugged and tattooed couple with X playing in the background?”
Then Ohna comes home and tells me that she got Neil Morrissey to sign some Bob The Builder Christmas Crackers for her (don’t ask) and then had them nicked before she got home.
Also, I write the word ‘website’, not Web site, or web site. Double ‘so there’!!
And I wrote that before I even knew Dick Cheney’s name.
17 year old Jacob Awoke from his slumber with the sound of load bark coming from outside his door. He got up rather slowly and went to open the door for his German shepard ,Melissa, She Came bouncing and jumped on jacob’s bed. Tired and wanting to go back to sleep Jacob collapsed on his bed next to Melissa. Jacob Dreamed Of sex with his girlfriend amy all night long untill he was startled by an unusal warm feeling pressed agains his now rising cock.He Opened his eyes to see Mellissa slobbering all over his 8 inch cock. He wanted to push her away but what she was doing felt amazing and he Closed his eyes again and thought about his girlfriend amy. Mellissa continued to work over his cock and balls like an expert. Jacob felt his cum shoot up is rod and Spray on Mellissa’s head. She kept on licking while he came, shootin cum everywhere. When he finished cumming, Melissa Still rapidly licked his hard cock intending to keep it hard. Jacob got up behind melissa and lightly touched her pussy lips. Melissa relaxed and barked as a sign for him to continue. Jacob muffdived his head into Melissa’s pussy and ate her out immensely. And Instinctively Mellisa yelps and growled softly.. Jacob got up behind her and stuck his cock in with no resistence. He’s pounded Melissa’s tight dog cunt until he could take no more and finally pumped his cum into mellissa’s pussy After a sexual interlude two friends decide to explore the female’s desire for real pain. Contains: Nipple torture, forced climaxes, restraint, violent anal intercourse.
Today is the European Day of Languages. I wonder if David Blunkett is taking part?
he glared at me, naked, soap in my eyes, steam between us both, and retreated.
And if you did likewise would you really want to have an affair with someone who didn’t mind?
I acknowledge that bagels are comparatively rare outside the U.S. and Canada, but if you can get them that will make the experience even better.
“ME TOO! I’m not asking for a big bushy hairball. I just want some hair down there.”
This is my personal favorite of my father’s books, because he has been telling me Coyote stories since I was a little girl. (*****)
Gloria Brame’s Inside the Mind of Gloria Brame
Need to stretch your brain? Try some of the puzzles from the “Linguistic Olympics”
Do they want to force me to get a driving licence or what?
I feel as if this life is normal, natural, and if I think so then everyone else should too. (I am very autocratic on occasion…)
He rolls his eyes. “I haven’t read your blog in months. Your new job has robbed you of the talent you never had.”
You can read more about John Krish in this piece which was in the Guardian the other day.
“But only black dudes and Mexicans like fat white chicks,” you say.
Highs and lows, ebbs and flows, changes and tides and ups and downs, He is Master and I am slave.
I promise to answer each note upon my return.
And then there was all the detail about the ÑnakedÒ camera with a foam cushion on the side so that offscreen actors could be really close to help the onscreen ones. And on and onÅ
I’ve neglected my time with you here terribly, but I promise to ship this big girl off soon, and dry myself off.
As I pulled into the parking lot I noticed right away this very cute young girl. She was no older than 15. Her blond hair and blue eyes stood out from a distance. She was a petite girl. She was gathering the grocery carts. I noticed her small ass. Little yet had nice curves which shown nicely in those tight black jeans.
Some people are looking up info that might be upsetting for any number of reasons… like war casualities, for example. But no one from Homeland Security makes a stink about that.
he came out of the bedroom and there i was, in just stockings, suspender belt, and matching panties. still holding that martini.
i wondered for a moment if he could read my mind after all…
he preferred the soapdish (for point of perverted perspective unrevealed to me) or occasionally, if i were shaving, he’d circle my razor every time i laid it down.
Well, maybe that’s a bullshit theory. Maybe it’s not. It doesn’t, right at this moment, *feel* like a bullshit theory. It rings true.
And Roxy gave us her first rendition of the disappearing cat party trick, finally showing up in ApoaÒs room at one in the morning.
Enjoy our beloved Gore Vidal in all his clothed glory.
The Lamentation of the Old Porn Copywriter
smiled at his confusion and lied down on the empty couch where I almost instantly fell asleep.
We went to see Ansel Adams and William Egglestone at the Hayward instead. Two great shows and really good computer resources on Ansel Adams.
Kyla shot by Abby Winters (iloveabbywinters.com)
the singing dancing building society man
We teased back and forth with each other on which tool to set aside for that. I lobbied hard for the rabbit fur paddle. Punishment is all about the emotions right? Not the pain! So why not?
First, I chose not to pursue rampant casual sex in a compulsive grab to assuage my manic episodes. Instead, I burrowed in my apartment and jerked off like a fiend.
WeÒre all obsessively checking DugÒs blog to keep up with developments.
Kim RightÅ Look! Shadow puppets! ItÒs a dog! Ruff RuffÅ Meeow!
Fear, loathing, and perfunctory seduction
My mind thought of only one thing now. I pulled off those panties in one quick movement, exposing those tight lips of hers. As fast as I could my clothes became a pile on the ground, my cock stuck straight out, begging to for that pussy of hers. I came close to her, kneeling just a tad and brushing the tip against her soft mouth. Opening her mouth I inched my cock pass her lips, over her tongue, into her throat. She looked so lovely, sitting naked on the cold floor. I pushed into her throat and pulled out, letting her saliva moisten my rod. I ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled out, her mouth stayed open, tempting me to put it back in. No, I took her shoulders and laid her on her back. I lied down on top of her, where I guided my cock into her shaved cunt. I pushed those lips open, pushing into that wet hole of hers. I started fucking her like mad. Pushing into her, deeper and deeper, pushing her whole body forward against the cold tiles. A soft moan escaped her mouth, along with her whispering the name Tommy. She started panting, her breasts rising up and down. I kept going in and out, ready to explode at any minute. My true mind got the better of me. I stopped what I was doing and looked at this panting beauty. I didn’t want to get her pregnant. I had enough since to pull out of her but not to stop fucking her. I flipped her onto her back. I spat on my cock and got it even more juiced up. With my legs I spread hers open. I knelt in between them and took hold of her hips, raising her ass to the air. My hard cock poked her tight little ass hole. I didn’t work my way into it, I just pushed with my cock and pulled her ass with my hand. I squeezed right into that little ass of her. Her face rested on her cheek. She made this odd face, a mix of pain and wonder. I fucked that ass of hers. Pulling that ass into me, feeling the sensation of her warm little hole. The sweat started rolling down my face, falling to her arched back. She started to moan in pain, “Tommy…” This isn’t Tommy, I thought, this is your new fuck buddy. I felt it climbing through my cock to the head, the need to finish. I started pumping harder and faster, making her face pucker harder. I pulled her deep into me, far as I could and let my load go somewhere into her body. I lied there a bit out of breath on top of her. I leaned forward and gave her another kiss. No response.
It was well worth the sleep deprivation.
access for his gift (although it’s kind of a selfish
As soon as we get a chance to play with it IÒll be back with my own report. Yay!
There will be candy, cupcakes, and prizes as well, because RKB knows how to treat you right.
I wanted to ignore the phone, not only because the spaghetti was nearly done, but because Claudio Abbado was bringing the London Symphony to its musical climax.
Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare. I knew this would make her super sensitive. Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples. So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her. She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would. Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement.
“Over there past the shoes,” he points. “The Junior’s section.”
It’s great to cook to, and the perfect backdrop to semicommunication with Aki, our Japanese lodger. We particularly enjoyed it when they ‘did’ the Beatles Band.
Didn’t somebody famous say that’s the only polite way to wake a person up? Works for me.
If something’s going to crush you, please don’t let it be porno.
Why are Bush’s appointees on the FDA trying to stop a genius medicine that will save thousands of women’s lives?
He asks an important question, “is making dildos and sex toys illegal what we REALLY need to be doing right now?”
Did you read it? She asked. Uhhh, well yes. I’m sorry.
The photo below looks an awful lot like the ones I was uploading when the series started back in February. The difference this time is I’m spanky clean and finally dressing.
Maybe we could introduce dowper as a technical term.
Just listened to Chomsky and others on Talking Politics. You can hear it via the bbcÒs listen again page.
Oh the list goes on and on and varies for each individual. What would make me insecure wouldn’t make you insecure perhaps.
What makes a great sex party personality?
I’m still ass deep in computer woes but I am saying fuck it and trying to keep up to date here.
Give your head a serious workout here, courtesy of the punk princess
Actually, now I get it, itÒs conceptual overgeneralisation. She just attacks anything.
As soon as he opened the door and gently placed his purchases in the shotgun seat, I lost it.
it was, i realised, just like a bird’s nest. there was one right way to do this, and i had to find it.
“Being gay doesn’t equal being OK with porn,” he sighs. He’s constantly bombarded with porn, and doesn’t think much of it.
The bad news is that the exhibition ends tomorrow so thereÒs no time to bring anyone else along.
I was cuffed, ankles and wrists. The spreader bar went between my feet and my hands were bound behind my back. He positioned me in the doorway and began tying a rope around my neck.
Tonight they’re talking about the practices of drug companies, while making me think they might have spiked my drink.
(‘at’ means ‘that’ and ‘loon’ means ‘boy’)
I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure. Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan. I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps. I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp. I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips. I wanted her to see this. Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple. The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic. Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple. The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer. In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job. I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.
Yesterday I spent the entire day lounging on the couch. I didn’t get dressed. I didn’t brush my hair.
The punk princess is also one of many reporting the death of Alan Lomax.
I do this because he has a good point. I also do this because it ties into that “what other people think of MS because of the foolishness that goes on in our courts”.
Do you think all students will be writing to Apple before coming to explain now?
(I know I know, go back and do it later. I KNOW.)
I came again, hard, and reached around to remove the dildo. A short time later, he thrust into me and tightened his grip on my hips as he came.
dug thinks we should all go here and vote for this.
The pain was minimal. The pain was barely factoring in. Oh my nipples were burning, my calves were cramping. The time was dragging. But the pain wasn’t registering.
Just read a linguist who is dismayed by the lack of accuracy in a discussion of ‘sentences without verbs’ on Lehrer News Hour. You can read a transcript of the show here.
He’s talking to me, his free hand on my hip as he works those fingers in me. Then he adds another finger to my pussy, and another, another, until his hand forms a cone at the entrance to my vagina.
To make it even better, Caitlyn was kneeling with her legs spread wide open. Dom wasn’t blind. Even from above, he could see what an inviting sight that was. He wanted to get in her pussy. He said something about it.
Not sure if it’s true, but it makes sense several times a day when I’m out on the bike.
When he was finished, he came around to the head of the table and ran his cock over my lips. He was covered in precum from where he’d been jerking himself off. “Suck my cock like a good girl, darling, and tell me what you’re so mortally afraid of.”
I havenÒt heard the record but I did see Hundred Reasons live and would thoroughly recommend them. TheyÒre long, theyÒre thin, theyÒre loud. What more could you want?
help you can give me, and I’d apologize for the amount
The treadmill stopped as he was getting up. She had her back turned to him, but she could see him approaching in the mirror ahead of her.
To assert herself, Kelly leans over and softly ask me what my wife is doing while I’m here. She doesn’t really mean it as a question, she’s more like asserting her place in the relationship, to remind me that it is she whom I’m with now, not my wife. Kelly is really not the typical shy Asian girl. But sometimes I just don’t know how to respond to her, because I don’t want things to get too deep–though she says they won’t.
My final crime is that I was joking a couple of weeks ago about how lax it was of her not to have broken any arms yet (I had done two arms out of four by the time I was her age).
The other coworker takes the slide and squints. “What the hell is Chinese Fingercuffs?”
She was having another orgasm, this time an anal orgasm. It was her third or fourth of the night. They’d lost track. There were too many to remember them all.
well, that’s underselling it, to tell you the truth. i’ve always been a bit of a knot savant.
Nothing to do with sex, but this is funny. Click on the cowboys at the bottom of the page.
Unlike me, Rik managed to see the Flaming Lips in concert last night. You can read about it on his mememachine
The cycling was great, but IÒm paying for it now by having to stay at home to do my homework while Apoa suffers the same fate in the room next door.
Opening the door fully, I started apologising. Leading him in to the kitchen, I sat him down at the table, and got him water and a cloth to rinse his eyes and calm his throat.
I enjoyed Paul Vallely’s advice for David Blunkett, even though he didn’t mention the famous ‘read my lips’ lie.
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