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Hi there.

My name is William Sisskind, and I am a poor college student.

This is a catch-all of the random thinkings and ponderments that I have over the course of the day. There are many. A hojillion, if you will.

I am an expert at many types of cheeses, I remodel old computers to make humans their dirty slaves, and I enjoy sipping monkey picked tea whilst watching the execution of wanted criminals.

I also do this webshow: You should check it out. Sorry, scratch that. You must check it out. Pigeons will peck out your eyes at my command if you don't.

No, I will not date you.

  1. GPOYW! The “Bloody snot, that’s my Second Life avatar. Why is my Second Life avatar here? Why isn’t she in my computer where she belongs? Oh, I know; it’s this Second Life project. I swear, this Second Life project is going to be the death of me. I’ve spent way too much time on this program to be considered sane. One day I’m just going to snap and start thinking I can actually fly and try to click the “Fly” command while jumping off of the Empire State Building, except there is no “Fly” command in real life and I’ll just end up dead. You’ll see. You’ll all see. Get away before you kill me, you vile devil evil bitch not-real woman, you” edition. Whoo. Now that’s a mouthful. Writing a ten page paper on Second Life clubs. Be back soon, hopefully. Procrastination is a God. PS: Hooray for crappy and rushed Photoshop jobs. Ain’t I a professional.

    GPOYW! The “Bloody snot, that’s my Second Life avatar. Why is my Second Life avatar here? Why isn’t she in my computer where she belongs? Oh, I know; it’s this Second Life project. I swear, this Second Life project is going to be the death of me. I’ve spent way too much time on this program to be considered sane. One day I’m just going to snap and start thinking I can actually fly and try to click the “Fly” command while jumping off of the Empire State Building, except there is no “Fly” command in real life and I’ll just end up dead. You’ll see. You’ll all see. Get away before you kill me, you vile devil evil bitch not-real woman, you” edition.

    Whoo. Now that’s a mouthful. Writing a ten page paper on Second Life clubs. Be back soon, hopefully. Procrastination is a God.

    PS: Hooray for crappy and rushed Photoshop jobs. Ain’t I a professional.

  2. This is from a Second Life research project…

    Click the image for the Photobucket edition. It can be bigger. That’s what she… never mind.

    So as you may know (or not know… chances are the latter) I’ve been researching virtual societies in Second Life for the good part of this past year. This is an aerial photo of a club at around… oh… 1:30 AM. Sorry about the darkness. But just look at how much empty space is in there! I’m sure that if this was a real club, the owners would close up shop early due to lack of sweaty bodies. And this is about as full as the club got all night.

    But I’m actually really impressed; no matter how “empty” the club was, they were really professionally built, the DJ was real and had good taste, and everyone was talkative. It was, for lack of a better word, pretty realistic.

    BECUZ SEKOND LIFE IS TOTALLY JUST LIEK REAL LIFE AMIRITEYOUGUIZE?

  3. VOICE RECOGNITION SOFTWARE FOR THE WIN!

    So I’ve decided to write my paper using a voice recognition program. I speak better than I write sometimes, and this is one of those times.

    My paper is on the game Second Life. It reminds me a lot of having to play with dolls when I was younger and hanging out with my girl cousins.

    So naturally, I say into the mic: “Second Life gives a sense of control to adults that is only duplicated by when children play with dolls.”

    On my screen, lo and behold, appears:
    “Second Life gives a sense of control to adults that is only duplicated by when children play with BALLS.”

    My computer’s a pedophile.

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