My geekery apparently knows no bounds.

Seemingly, starting a blog (and endlessly flogging the fact to drum up visitors) wasn't quite enough to satisfy my inner Frink.

I've just signed up to Second Life.

From Wikipedia:
Second Life (abbreviated as SL) is an Internet-based virtual world which came to international attention via mainstream news media in late 2006 and early 2007.^[4][5] Developed by Linden Lab, a downloadable client program enables its users, called "Residents", to interact with each other through motional avatars, providing an advanced level of a social network service combined with general aspects of a metaverse. Residents can explore, meet other Residents, socialize, participate in individual and group activities, create and trade items (virtual property) and services from one another.

Or, the way I've been descibing it today:
"It's like this online world where you walk around and chat to people and stuff. Kinda like Sims."

You sign up, download this program, and away you go. You choose a new name (I went for 'RandomJosh Dagger' - look out) then make your avatar. Or, as I like to call it, the aspirational model - mine has the biggest fuck-off sized pecs you've ever seen, and an arse you could grate cheese on. This is me in my head. When I'm wanking.

So as the new me, Super Josh, I walked round and chatted to a few people - you know the standard net guff, "Hi / where are you from / Big Brother is awesome" etc - but it wasn't long until I started to get existential and wonder what the point of it was, you know.

So I just did what came naturally.

Here's me naked and wallowing in a pool of cum in the sex room.



Check out those muscles!