At the risk of being mysterious or a bit of a tease I thought I’d give you a brief glimpse into what this new thing is I’ve been working on. This is me standing on the set of teh new thing.
And that’s just one of the sets. It’s going to take a couple of more weeks to get it all sorted out before I actually start posting anything. I’m pretty excited about it all and hope it’s well received. As we get closer to unveiling the full deal I’ll be posting photos and videos of the behind-the-scenes process.
In the meantime, you’ll just have to be satisfied with my usual curmudgeonly blog posts, my relentless and inane Twitter blurbs and the occasional 12second.tv video blurbs.
Welcome to March, 2009.
Cheers.
Tags: 12seconds, blog, in teh toobs, machinima, millsworks, robbo, second life, twitter, vlog
I like March 2009. This looks great, whatever it is! :)
Are you wearing a fez?
Kudos, Kit, and you win a beer the next time we meet!
Yes, my Second Life persona sports a fez.
I thought you had a bit of an Ardath Bey vibe going on…
That’s me – the well dressed Imhotep – with a dash of Signor Ferrari thrown in.
Did you follow the rabbit down the hole?
You should have taken the blue pill Rob…
Mark
I took ALL the pills, man.
:)
Zen Captcha: acre VOYAGES
What’s this about filling a rabbit hole?
Get your mind out of the gutter, Ted.
It’s a metaphorical rabbit hole. I’m not filling it. I’m falling into it. Although, I am now large enough to plug such hole – and I am, alas, not speaking metaphorically.
I like rabbits. They’re cute. And they taste good. I know how to skin a rabbit. If you have a pet rabbit you need not fear. I also know how to skin raccoons. We have a couple in our yard, real pests, that are starting to look mighty yummy. But you have to brine a raccoon before you eat it. You don’t have to do that with rabbits.
What were we talking about?
See what I mean about falling in rabbit holes?
Filling rabbit holes is different.
You have a filthy mind.
cheers
When I was young, we used to cram large rocks down the rabbit holes to stop them from burrowing under the cottage.
Then, when I lived in Uxbridge, I used to get skunks who would nest under my kitchen in my old house. Again, I slammed rocks into their place, carefully hoping that they had left before I did it.
No such luck.
That summer we spent with a stink of rotting skunk that permeated every meal.
Now, if you want to talk about my dirty mind, that’s a totally different rat hole.
http://odeo.com/episodes/22353770-rat-hole-sound