Okay, so maybe it’s time for someone to organize a Second Life Intervention for me. I think it says something about the sad state of affairs my Real Life is in, that the virtual world holds greater attraction for me. It’s getting to the point that I am trying to figure out a way to upload my vey consciousness into SL so that I can just live simply in that world.
And why not? In the last two months I’ve been contacted for half a dozen corporate shows that fell through at the last minute and almost signed a contract with a major brand which would have seen me doing two dozen shows in one month and getting scads of money. That falling through left me in a pit of depression I have yet to bother crawling out off.
How hard is it to get someone to pay me to do comedy? Damn your politics obsession Pakistan! Dammit all to hell! Does no one want to hear a good child molestation joke anymore?! I’ll tell you who cares about me! Who appreciates me! It’s the audiences in Second Life! Hah!Take that Pakistan! Take that to the fucking bank!
But honestly, they are some of the most fun shows I have done in ages. 2, sometimes 3 shows a week. An audience that is truly international (and not limited by species…or even carbon composition). One show saw a zombie invasion half-way through my set which is performed through as my crowd took out shotguns and blew off zombie brains while still seated at their tables. Another saw a system crash forcing me to perform with no clothes on. All par for course.
This is me by the way:
So like I said earlier, if you’re in-world, I go by the handle “Orionalation Carver” and I can be found farting around any of the New Victorian Sims or performing live on weekends at the Last Laugh Comedy Club.
Drop by and throw money at me.