Cover your ears!

Okay, granted I may be in the minority here, but I've got a fucking problem with the blogosphere right now. Music.

That's right, music.

See, some of us have sensitive earses, and should we happen upon your blog but then suddenly have goddamn Santana or Cheryl fucking Crow blasted into our unsuspecting faces, we, or I rather, might be driven to beat myself to death with my laptop. Do you really want that blood on your hands? Well, maybe you do. But I don't.

It's not you, it's me. I love music to death, but I don't necessarily love the music you love. I admittedly have a narrow spectrum when it comes to shit I like. The shit I like, I like intensely. The stuff I don't like, I loathe. Call me overly sensitive (you won't be wrong, nor the first). I could never listen to music and do my homework as a kid and I regularly walk out of retail establishments that play soft rock. Because if I don't, I might assault someone, and I can't have that on my record.

I'm just saying, why not move the player to a sidebar and use a play button, rather than an auto playback? Oh god, please? That way when I'm sneaking a peak at work, Seal won't suddenly blast through my speakers as my boss is walking by, causing me to inadvertently stab myself in the neck with a ballpoint and cursing you to the high heavens.

Just consider it. Thanks!

Beware the tux!

Ladies, back me up here, please.

What's the first thing you think when you're out shopping and you see a dude in a tuxedo?

If you're like me, your very first thought is "pervert." Then, nine times out of ten, you check the dude's groups and sure enough there are about 15 VIP Escort groups listed, probably a bukkake group or even three or four, maybe a BDSM group, and back in the day you were almost guaranteed to see an age-play group listed too. Next thing you know, he turns to you and says, "hi."

What I want to know is, why the tux? Is the perv trying to mask his pervness with threads he thinks will help him pass as a classy,good guy? Does he think he's going to actually pick up real women sporting the tux? Does he not realize that at least 50% of those high-styling bitches hanging out at Phat's are really dudes in drag? Or maybe he doesn't care about that. Probably not, actually.

If you ask me, given the misuse of tuxedos by pervs trying to score, the only acceptable time for a dude to wear a tux in SL is if he's in a wedding. "Oh dear, what to wear at Phat Cats then?" If this is your dilemma, you're def reading the wrong blogger, because that place plays fucking Barry Manilow. And not ironically, either.

M is for Mean Myg

Hullo, Mean Girl fans. I'm Mygdala March.



Some of you may recognize me from M is for Myg, or perhaps from my half-baked SL-based graphic blog serial, Met a Stranger. Better odds are that you have no idea who the hell I am. Yet.

You may not realize it now, but out there lurks the potential for wanton, reckless maleness to run rampant through the SL blogosphere. That's right. Beer drinking, truck admiring, fight watching, cussing, poor sock matching, bad laundry folding dudes have banded together, and god help us, *socially coordinated* over at Are We Not Men.

It just so happens that one of those dudes recently proposed to me. With an impending SL partnership, I had to do something to preserve the sexual tension in our SLives - for both our sakes.

So I became a Mean Girl.

Here's hoping I've got attitude enough to cut it here, even if the posts may be a little sporadic. In all seriousness, I have been a huge fan of this blog since nearly my original rezz date and SL obsession began a year ago, and I am honored to have the MG title. Here's to us, bitches.

Now let the boys beware.