
I'm in an interesting and confusing position. I'm a vampire. Sometimes I'll go so far as to brag that I'm THE vampire. And yet... we don't really celebrate Halloween in Australia. Thank god for the global community of Second Life, eh? Because that gives me a chance to waltz around the graveyards with an Undead beauty on my arm and celebrate all that is witchy, wicked and wild. I had three Halloween costumes for this year - one for Role Magazine, one to make Achariya wet herself laughing on her personal blog and finally the one that I actually ended up wearing for the day. Yes, I crossed to the even darker side for the Samhain and became a World of Warcraft elf for a day.


Step right up! Step right up! You sir, with the mustache? Madame, how about you? Yes, you! No? Oh, well, how about you! Yes, you! You right there! You have a curious glint in your eyes! Have you come to stimulate your senses? Have you come to shatter your mind, smash into it into little powder and float on a tide of creativity? No! Wait, what, no? Seriously? You just want to hear about the Carnival of Doom? Well, fine, I mean, I’m not judging you or anything. Why would I? I'm a friendly, laid back sort of a guy. The kind that does not stab random passers-by with sharp objects when they give me the stinkeye. The kind that doesn't bury their bodies in shallow graves out by the chicken coop. No sir, no ma'am, no gender-neutral pronoun, no way.








