Saturday, 22 December 2007
Saturday, 15 December 2007
An apology...
As anyone close to me knows, for days I have been grappling with how best to reconcile myself to the people of Second Life, to acknowledge my own wrongdoing and still to maintain my focus on the work as a self promoting whore *coughs* I mean fashionista.
Others are presenting my defense on the facts, the law and the ToS. Nothing I can say now can add to that. What I want the Second Life people to know, what I want the Mean Girls to know is that I am profoundly sorry for all I have done wrong in words and deeds. I never should have misled the grid, the Mean Girls, my friends or my family. Quite simply, I gave in to my shame.
I have been condemned by my accusers with harsh words, and while it's hard to hear yourself called deceitful and manipulative, I remember Ben Franklin's admonition that our critics are our friends, for they do show us our faults.
Mere words cannot fully express the profound remorse I feel for what both the grid and the fashion community is going through and for what members of the Mean Girls are now forced to deal with. These past days have been a torturous process of coming to terms with what I did. I understand that accountability demands consequences, and I'm prepared to accept them. Painful though the condemnation of society would be, it would pale in comparison to the consequences of the pain I have caused my family. There is no greater agony.
Like anyone who honestly faces the shame of wrongful conduct, I would give anything to go back and undo what I did. But one of the painful truths I have to live with is the realty that that is simply not possible. An old and dear friend of mine recently sent me the wisdom of a poet, who wrote, "teh lolcat what haz teh cheezburger, is happeh, but teh powah that cumz from teh cheezburger iz unwashed by all teh tearz".
So nothing -- not tears, nor wit, nor lolcat, nor cheezburger -- can alter what I have done. I must make my peace with that. I must also be at peace with the fact that the public consequences of my actions are in the hands of the people of Second Life and their representatives in the Mean Girls. Should they determine that my errors of word and deed require their rebuke and censure, I am ready to accept that.
Meanwhile, I will continue to do all I can to reclaim the trust of the metaverse and to serve them well. We must all return to the work, the vital work of strengthening our community for the new windlight. Our grid has wonderful opportunities and daunting challenges ahead. I intend to seize those opportunities and meet those challenges with all the energy and ability and strength Philip Linden has given me. That is simply all I can do, the work of the fashionable society.
Thank you very much.
Others are presenting my defense on the facts, the law and the ToS. Nothing I can say now can add to that. What I want the Second Life people to know, what I want the Mean Girls to know is that I am profoundly sorry for all I have done wrong in words and deeds. I never should have misled the grid, the Mean Girls, my friends or my family. Quite simply, I gave in to my shame.
I have been condemned by my accusers with harsh words, and while it's hard to hear yourself called deceitful and manipulative, I remember Ben Franklin's admonition that our critics are our friends, for they do show us our faults.
Mere words cannot fully express the profound remorse I feel for what both the grid and the fashion community is going through and for what members of the Mean Girls are now forced to deal with. These past days have been a torturous process of coming to terms with what I did. I understand that accountability demands consequences, and I'm prepared to accept them. Painful though the condemnation of society would be, it would pale in comparison to the consequences of the pain I have caused my family. There is no greater agony.
Like anyone who honestly faces the shame of wrongful conduct, I would give anything to go back and undo what I did. But one of the painful truths I have to live with is the realty that that is simply not possible. An old and dear friend of mine recently sent me the wisdom of a poet, who wrote, "teh lolcat what haz teh cheezburger, is happeh, but teh powah that cumz from teh cheezburger iz unwashed by all teh tearz".
So nothing -- not tears, nor wit, nor lolcat, nor cheezburger -- can alter what I have done. I must make my peace with that. I must also be at peace with the fact that the public consequences of my actions are in the hands of the people of Second Life and their representatives in the Mean Girls. Should they determine that my errors of word and deed require their rebuke and censure, I am ready to accept that.
Meanwhile, I will continue to do all I can to reclaim the trust of the metaverse and to serve them well. We must all return to the work, the vital work of strengthening our community for the new windlight. Our grid has wonderful opportunities and daunting challenges ahead. I intend to seize those opportunities and meet those challenges with all the energy and ability and strength Philip Linden has given me. That is simply all I can do, the work of the fashionable society.
Thank you very much.
Monday, 3 December 2007
Fucksocks... I got tagged *sighs*
Hawks tagged me because he is EVIL! So while I think of suitable revenges I shall complete the thingy wotsit.
“Eight Random Facts” meme.
Here are the rules:
(1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
(4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Ok, so facts... hmmm.
1: I'm very scared of odd things. Examples of which would be..
The music off the credits of the UFO ending on the original Silent Hill on the PSone
The trumpety music at the end of the first No Doubt album
The picture on the cover of the original Dawn of the Dead (zombie peering over the words)
The evil insect eyed girl creature from the BBC test screen of the 80's
Moths
Airplanes that are under the sea.
2: I used to be a member of Rolfs Cartoon Club *sighs*
3: I have a birthmark on my arse which probably looks like a streak of poo but fortunately I don't see it all that often.
4: I worked in Burger King for one day before deciding it was soul destroying and pretended a relative had died and I had to go to London because I didn't have the balls to quit after just one days work (I still got paid for it three weeks later though!)
5: The only trophy/prize I ever won was in a teddy bear dancing competition when I was 4.
6: I have gone from having one personal blog to owning/being a writer for, ten different blogs. Don't even ask how.
7: I picked the name Kitty when I was 6/7. Because I hated my RL name so much I couldn't bear to type it in to high score tables on computer games etc. It's been my computery/online name pretty much ever since.
8: I once literally bumped into Duncan Goodhugh (sp?) at Paddington Station in London. It was my mum who told me who it was afterwards.. He was wearing a hat.
Hoorah! It's over. Umm now to pick people... Shit.
Okies I'll have Rachel Corleone, Willow Zander, Trinity Serpentine, Carissa Crimson, Candy Flanagan, Phoenix Chapman and Queenie Extrodinaire!
Can I lie down now?
“Eight Random Facts” meme.
Here are the rules:
(1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
(4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Ok, so facts... hmmm.
1: I'm very scared of odd things. Examples of which would be..
The music off the credits of the UFO ending on the original Silent Hill on the PSone
The trumpety music at the end of the first No Doubt album
The picture on the cover of the original Dawn of the Dead (zombie peering over the words)
The evil insect eyed girl creature from the BBC test screen of the 80's
Moths
Airplanes that are under the sea.
2: I used to be a member of Rolfs Cartoon Club *sighs*
3: I have a birthmark on my arse which probably looks like a streak of poo but fortunately I don't see it all that often.
4: I worked in Burger King for one day before deciding it was soul destroying and pretended a relative had died and I had to go to London because I didn't have the balls to quit after just one days work (I still got paid for it three weeks later though!)
5: The only trophy/prize I ever won was in a teddy bear dancing competition when I was 4.
6: I have gone from having one personal blog to owning/being a writer for, ten different blogs. Don't even ask how.
7: I picked the name Kitty when I was 6/7. Because I hated my RL name so much I couldn't bear to type it in to high score tables on computer games etc. It's been my computery/online name pretty much ever since.
8: I once literally bumped into Duncan Goodhugh (sp?) at Paddington Station in London. It was my mum who told me who it was afterwards.. He was wearing a hat.
Hoorah! It's over. Umm now to pick people... Shit.
Okies I'll have Rachel Corleone, Willow Zander, Trinity Serpentine, Carissa Crimson, Candy Flanagan, Phoenix Chapman and Queenie Extrodinaire!
Can I lie down now?
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