<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333</id><updated>2011-06-10T04:54:15.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela Munro's SL Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A dramatic diary of Pamela Munro's feelings, experiences and observations as a BANE in second life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-7129500799470312982</id><published>2008-03-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:11.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38: Rescued!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I was finally rescued from the injustice and cruelty of my forced banishment. It happened so fast, my head is still spinning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in person to meet the leader of the The Bane Liberation Army and Helpers. At first she declined to help me. But when she recognized my desperation and suicidal state of mind, she acted immediately. She first put a cage around me to keep me from hurting myself, then TPed someplace for a short time. She returned and ordered me to come with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was taken to a small, non-descript professional office building with no windows - the safe house apparently. There was a single cage, and a shelf with several wigs on manequin heads. My Bane Liberation Army (BLA) keeper stashed me in the cage and then went off to find help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182654965183143346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-x9O2En3bI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EDX3YvDR2oM/s400/Snapshot_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Pamela Bane waits in the safehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short time, my BLA keeper returned with another woman who was wearing a white lab coat. She appeared to be some sort of doctor. They repeatedly asked me if I had my real key and I shook my head no. Then - somehow - the woman in the labcoat managed to attach my cuffs to a conveyor post. She must have gotten around the RR restraints!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The conveyor post dragged me upstairs and into a sterile room with an operating table at one end. No one explained what was happening and I was scared. I had taken a chance by going to the BLAH and I didn't know if I could trust them. To my dismay, the conveyor took me past the operating table and into another cage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182659002452401618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-yA52En3dI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bpCnEKwtXZE/s400/Snapshot_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just seconds before my helmet was removed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I began to hyperventilate as the doctor and BLA keeper approached me. The doctor started manipulating my helmet - and suddenly - IT WAS UNLOCKED!! I was UNBANED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They removed my gag and I tried to talk but my jaw could not move after 25 days with the gag in my mouth. The doctor and BLA keeper said there was no time to waste - they had to get the implant out of my head within 2 hours or I might die. I was strapped onto the operating table and a mask went over my nose and mouth. The BLA keeper was apparently a nurse on the side, and she started counting backwards from 10. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182660475626184162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-yCPmEn3eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_DJHKil6-GI/s400/Snapshot_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just before I underwent surgery to remove the Custodian implant from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.. 9 .. 8 .. 7 .. 6 .. 5 .. 4 .. 3 ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I came to, I felt groggy and a little sick from the anesthesia. In this state of semi-consciousness, I thought I heard the doctor say that the implant they removed from my brain could be re-used on another Bane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661746936503794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-yDZmEn3fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oKLhX6z5aZY/s400/Snapshot_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Waking up from the anesthesia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was led back downstairs and placed back into the holding cell. I was told that I would need intensive counseling and therapy before I could be released back into society. I was also told that I would be safe from my former Custodian as long as I was in my cell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor and BLA keeper both said that I didn't smell very nice after 38 days in the Banesuit. (Hey I went to the Bane maintenance station almost every day - after I finally found it...) So they gave me a bucket of soapy water and told me to cut off the bane suit and wash my self. It feels so good to be out of that latex prison! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182663701146623490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-yFLWEn3gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/74Y84gyLgQU/s400/Snapshot_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now waiting calmly for my therapy to begin this weekend. I am not sure why I am still restrained, but I trust the BLAH to do whats best for me now. I have started contacting my old friends from the Black Orchids too. I am looking forward to trying on some wigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU BANE LIBERATION ARMY AND HELPERS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-7129500799470312982?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/7129500799470312982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=7129500799470312982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7129500799470312982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7129500799470312982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-38-recued.html' title='Day 38: Rescued!'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-x9O2En3bI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EDX3YvDR2oM/s72-c/Snapshot_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-1329154468140461045</id><published>2008-03-18T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:11.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: Suicidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C5KlbVLaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmQoKiAeML0/s1600-h/Snapshot_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C5KlbVLaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmQoKiAeML0/s400/Snapshot_114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179343162972646818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela Bane stares into the abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight I stood on the ledge of darkstone castle and stared down into the abyss for a long time. My friend Hawk was trying to talk me down. He even tried to get up on the ledge to pull me off but he tumbled off himself. Fortunately he was wearing his brown soft-soled shoes (totally mismatched with his otherwise handsome black tuxedo - but the brown shoes probably saved his life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C4gFbVLZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mSW6020afZ4/s1600-h/Snapshot_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C4gFbVLZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mSW6020afZ4/s400/Snapshot_111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179342432828206482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hawk pleading with me not to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When he came back upstairs I felt guilty, so I came down off the ledge. I also agreed to let Hawk keep me safe in a cage for the night, provided that I could squeeze my bed inside, which I barely managed to do. So I am writing this blog in my bed, inside a locked glass cage at Darkstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C7M1bVLbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-7ngiDjdbD8/s1600-h/Snapshot_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C7M1bVLbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-7ngiDjdbD8/s400/Snapshot_115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179345400650608050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela Bane as she writes her sad blog entry tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, my custodian cruelly informed me that if I ever demanded to be unbaned she would turn me into a permanent inflatable sex doll. She showed me a picture of one of her pets who she just turned into a sex doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ugly, and unloved. I'm still waiting for my figure to improve from the so-called Bane diet. I hope this depression is just a temporary phase. I don't know if I can survive like this much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Orchids - HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-1329154468140461045?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/1329154468140461045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=1329154468140461045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1329154468140461045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1329154468140461045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-29-suicidal.html' title='Day 29: Suicidal'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R-C5KlbVLaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lmQoKiAeML0/s72-c/Snapshot_114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-6639622684916768541</id><published>2008-03-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:12.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9xN4FbVLXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zHng0nRuWWM/s1600-h/Snapshot_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9xN4FbVLXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zHng0nRuWWM/s400/Snapshot_102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178099297494052210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my custodian allowed me access to my inventory. She said I had earned it by "being good". I took advantage right away and rezzed my bed in Darkstone Castle, so I could sleep in a warm safe place for the first time in almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could get to sleep another girl who I didn't know came up the stairs and into the room where I was trying to sleep. She  saw that I was a Bane and turned to walk away. I tried to engage her in emote chat, and what she said made me feel very depressed. Here is the transcript:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14:50]  Pamela Munro tries to wave hi&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Aimee Riptide: ...&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Pamela Munro cant hear chat&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Pamela Munro can hear short emotes&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Aimee Riptide waves her hands&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Aimee Riptide gestures sorry&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Pamela Munro says no problem&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Aimee Riptide points at exit&lt;br /&gt;[14:51]  Aimee Riptide turns to go&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Pamela Munro is dissapointed&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Pamela Munro likes to talk&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Pamela Munro even though its hard&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Pamela Munro do you know Giri?&lt;br /&gt;[14:52]  Aimee Riptide turns hands upwards&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Aimee Riptide shakes head&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Pamela Munro you are welcome to stay&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Aimee Riptide thinks using emotes&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Aimee Riptide to chat&lt;br /&gt;[14:53]  Aimee Riptide defeats the point&lt;br /&gt;[14:54]  Pamela Munro slumps in despair&lt;br /&gt;[14:54]  Aimee Riptide shakes her head&lt;br /&gt;[14:55]  Pamela Munro knows Aimee is right&lt;br /&gt;[14:55]  Aimee Riptide sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that I have been cheating regularly by using emotes as a substitute for chat. I feel like I have failed as a Bane. I wonder if it is possible for my Custodian to disable emotes? I'm afraid that is probably what needs to happen if I am to experience the true pain and suffering of Banishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-6639622684916768541?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/6639622684916768541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=6639622684916768541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/6639622684916768541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/6639622684916768541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-26-depressed.html' title='Day 26: Depressed'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9xN4FbVLXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zHng0nRuWWM/s72-c/Snapshot_102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-5271423755409013590</id><published>2008-03-12T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:49:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: Lonely</title><content type='html'>It has been many days since my last post. I have been alone most of the time, in Darkstone Castle, unable to teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my fourth week of Banishment. I think I'm doing okay. I have some difficulty imagining life in SL as an un-bane now. Being Bane forces you to adapt. It is getting lonely for me. My friend June is now bound and gagged herself, so its even harder to get together with her. I did score by making contact with my old pal Jill, from the Black Orchids. I have missed her these past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started reading the story Eudeamon, finally. It is soooooo erotic... Being a Bane myself I really feel as if I am the main character. Does anyone know who wrote Eudeamon? Really nice writing. When I am done reading the story, and done reading it for the 2nd and 3rd time, I will post a book review here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-5271423755409013590?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/5271423755409013590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=5271423755409013590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/5271423755409013590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/5271423755409013590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-22-lonely.html' title='Day 22: Lonely'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-2498712467662571802</id><published>2008-03-07T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: Officially an Introvert</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping a low profile lately and it seems to be working. I have not been perm-a-bonded (yet). My former custodian told me that all of her pets have been perm-a-bonded in the past few days. She said some of them hate their new colors (yellow, etc...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my former custodian today and I'm starting to think I now have 2 custodians, because they both seem to have the same control over me. She told me she has learned that I am an introvert because I am doing so well and thriving as a BANE. I told her it's true; I am an introvert. But I'm also about 25% extrovert. Anyway she put me in a hanging cage for a little while and then transferred me to an isolation capsule and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HqN1bVLPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aOrCM7LfVDk/s1600-h/Snapshot_092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HqN1bVLPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aOrCM7LfVDk/s320/Snapshot_092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175174970226322674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in the hanging cage today. I like this cage. It's kind of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HrplbVLSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zheDndgt9aM/s1600-h/Snapshot_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HrplbVLSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zheDndgt9aM/s320/Snapshot_093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175176546479320354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My view as Custodian thoughtfully builds a ramp at the door of my isolation cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was preparing for a lonely day when I heard my friend June outside the isolation capsule. She just wanted to say hello, so she found me on the map. June is a pretty smart cookie. Within a couple of minutes she had somehow unlocked the capsule and I was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HsQ1bVLTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cEcEjDf7164/s1600-h/Snapshot_094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HsQ1bVLTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cEcEjDf7164/s320/Snapshot_094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175177220789185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June figured out how to open the locked isolation capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately we didn't have much time to celebrate because June's pony Henry got himself trapped in a cage downstairs. June found him before I did. By the time I found them they were both trapped in cages. (Castle Darkstone is a place to avoid.)  Here is a picture of the three of us after their cage timers ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HteFbVLVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mE2HmSwtdiU/s1600-h/Snapshot_096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HteFbVLVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mE2HmSwtdiU/s320/Snapshot_096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175178547934080338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June, Henry and I somewhere in the lower levels of Darkstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again we had little time to celebrate because Custodian came back. June was smart and TPed out just before Custodian arrived. But poor Henry didn't. I told him to run several times but he lingered around for a few too many seconds. Custodian did something to him in those few seconds; now she has some invisible magnet inside Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Custodian decided that I should be punished for June and Henry's behavior. So she put me another isolation cell with a green bubble shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9Hul1bVLWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/91nJRVwbS2U/s1600-h/Snapshot_097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9Hul1bVLWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/91nJRVwbS2U/s320/Snapshot_097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175179780589694306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me being punished for June and Henry's misdeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-2498712467662571802?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/2498712467662571802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=2498712467662571802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/2498712467662571802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/2498712467662571802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-17-officially-introvert.html' title='Day 17: Officially an Introvert'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R9HqN1bVLPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aOrCM7LfVDk/s72-c/Snapshot_092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-1075481428044855358</id><published>2008-03-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:13.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Where is the SLBI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was another bad day for the good citizens of SL. I was TPed to a secret location and met Royal for the first time. Unfortunately she had just been semi-perma-bonded by my former custodian, and so naturally Royal was a little upset. At least her face was spared the permabond latex covering, and I was told that the semi-perma-bond sentence would last from 90 - 180 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8zRIbTnoJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yqm1VMZqKVU/s1600-h/Snapshot_088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8zRIbTnoJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yqm1VMZqKVU/s400/Snapshot_088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173740014641062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Custodian tormenting Giri &amp;amp; Associates' latest victim. This poor girl was semi-permabonded today (covered in an inescapable layer of thick black latex) for 90 - 180 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question: WHERE THE **** IS THE SLBI???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have mad Custodians running around SL turning innocent people into permanent Banes, and now their latest hobby is turning innocent people into perma-bonded, latex-covered, helpless bound victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know,...you SLBI people are too busy arresting jaywalkers and shaking down local merchants for "protection" money... I personally think the SLBI is either controlled by Giri &amp;amp; Associates, or else they are just plain afraid of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where are all the other self-styled law enforcement agencies in SL? Come on people, time to put down the box of donuts and start doing something to try to stem this serious crime wave. Its looking more and more like anarchy around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-1075481428044855358?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/1075481428044855358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=1075481428044855358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1075481428044855358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1075481428044855358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-13-where-is-slbi.html' title='Day 13: Where is the SLBI?'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8zRIbTnoJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yqm1VMZqKVU/s72-c/Snapshot_088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-6564849349123651495</id><published>2008-03-02T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:13.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: back to normal BANE</title><content type='html'>After hiding all weekend (and figuring out how to use the new RL viewer) my custodian offered me a TP. I accepted the TP and landed right in a cage, of course. I was tired of running. I figure whatever is going to happen may as well happen sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was no talk of Perm-a-bonding me tonight, and I still have my own skin. Perhaps they were just trying to scare me, and they did that. I took a nice profile photo of Custodian before logging out for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8uIvj2t6dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TtKQSMftr10/s1600-h/Snapshot_086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8uIvj2t6dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TtKQSMftr10/s400/Snapshot_086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378947625118162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm doing pretty well as a BANE overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-6564849349123651495?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/6564849349123651495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=6564849349123651495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/6564849349123651495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/6564849349123651495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-12-back-to-normal-bane.html' title='Day 12: back to normal BANE'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8uIvj2t6dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TtKQSMftr10/s72-c/Snapshot_086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-8544140894856399601</id><published>2008-03-01T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:14.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: Running for my life</title><content type='html'>Today, before logging in, I read the comment by my former Custodian, posted under Thursday's Blog (Day 9). It made my heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that my days as Pamela Munro will end soon. They are going to throw me into the Perm-a-Bond machine, and I will be permanently and inescapably covered from head to toe in thick latex, just like my custodian. I will never be able to see my own face or body again. My friends will also never see "me" again. I am heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let them turn me into a permabond BANE without a fight. I have been running and hiding from my custodian and her friends all day. I tried to commit myself to the Paine Asylum - where at least I would be in a secure guarded facility - but I was turned away. I guess they thought I was more of a medical freak than a psychiatric case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for help on an open IM channel, hoping someone from the Bane Liberation Army would hear my desperate plea for help. Someone did hear me! then she just giggled. (Sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my dear friend Yrsa from the Black Orchids found me, and asked if I needed help. I sobbed in despair. She brought me to a hiding place, where I intend to spend the weekend, keeping out of sight and trying to figure out some way to avoid being permabonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8nv8D2t6aI/AAAAAAAAADc/swsIEiYzCz0/s1600-h/Snapshot_083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8nv8D2t6aI/AAAAAAAAADc/swsIEiYzCz0/s320/Snapshot_083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172929462117722530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yrsa found me in desperate straights today, and whisked me off to a temporary hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Yrsa. What you did for me today was very brave. Please watch out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8nwvD2t6cI/AAAAAAAAADs/LZI6wt5N1Ik/s1600-h/Snapshot_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8nwvD2t6cI/AAAAAAAAADs/LZI6wt5N1Ik/s320/Snapshot_084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172930338291050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me resting in my hiding place, just before I drifted off to sleep, and into permabond nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-8544140894856399601?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/8544140894856399601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=8544140894856399601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/8544140894856399601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/8544140894856399601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-11-running-for-my-life.html' title='Day 11: Running for my life'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8nv8D2t6aI/AAAAAAAAADc/swsIEiYzCz0/s72-c/Snapshot_083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-3520913601482467778</id><published>2008-02-29T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:14.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Gagged for now.</title><content type='html'>I am forced to use the LL viewer until the RL viewer is updated. To prevent me from taking too much advantage, Custodian locked a ball gag on me (at least it keeps me from chatting intelligibly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see a comment from dorei on yesterday's post! I love reading your comments. Please leave one if you read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custodian made things difficult for me today. First left me exposed and in ML at Deitide. Then sent me a TP and landed me straight into a jail cell at Darkstone.  She has a mean streak, no doubt about that.  I can't help sensing that she was severely damaged by whatever happened to her before - especially being thrown into the permabond machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, custodian hinted that someday I will probably be permabonded myself! I hope she is just trying to scare me... Its one thing to be permanently BANED. But if I could never see my own face ever again? I don't think I would survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8jC-T2t6ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/63xwf5oTavw/s1600-h/Snapshot_082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8jC-T2t6ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/63xwf5oTavw/s320/Snapshot_082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172598547772467602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 10: Pamela stares at the PERMABOND machine and ponders life as a Permabonded BANE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-3520913601482467778?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/3520913601482467778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=3520913601482467778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/3520913601482467778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/3520913601482467778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-10-gagged-for-now.html' title='Day 10: Gagged for now.'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8jC-T2t6ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/63xwf5oTavw/s72-c/Snapshot_082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-3918648182527139314</id><published>2008-02-28T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:15.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Am I damaged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dn_D2t6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/p20EeJyNdM8/s1600-h/Snapshot_075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dn_D2t6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/p20EeJyNdM8/s320/Snapshot_075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172217030122531186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today as usual. Here are 2 pictures of me being attacked by lightning and a blue cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8doFT2t6YI/AAAAAAAAADM/bHV9-zHvi6o/s1600-h/Snapshot_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8doFT2t6YI/AAAAAAAAADM/bHV9-zHvi6o/s320/Snapshot_076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172217137496713602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Custodian is evil. I have a better picture of her here. Look into her eyes. See I told you, scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dnxj2t6WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hLrQ1lMqb4A/s1600-h/Snapshot_080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dnxj2t6WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hLrQ1lMqb4A/s400/Snapshot_080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172216798194297186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a BANE!! Am I  losing my mind? My first custodian told me that if she detected "damage" she might unbane me. Now I feel like I have been BANE all my life. I just had a crazy discussion with my Custodian (read below). What do you think, am I damaged? Please post your comments, especially if you are a mental health professional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[17:31]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RR Ballgag 1.13.1 whispers: Pamela Munro's RR Ballgag 1.13.1 has been locked by Bambii Bade (Type Loose).&lt;br /&gt;[17:31]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RR Ballgag 1.13.1: You've been gagged... You are authorized to speak on channel /1 only&lt;br /&gt;[17:31]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: try chatting&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RR Ballgag 1.13.1: Timer is now hidden&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro whispers: i hefiheh hat i mill bh banh fowevew&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RR Ballgag 1.13.1 whispers: Emotes not monitored&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro whispers: if i neeh to bh unbaneh i mill ftawt an nem av&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RR Ballgag 1.13.1 whispers: Drooling disabled&lt;br /&gt;[17:32]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: you can emote now&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro is happy not to drool&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro inside helmet&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro would make me&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro break out&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: dont want you to drown inside your helmet&lt;br /&gt;[17:33]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro nowhere for drool to drain&lt;br /&gt;[17:34]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro wants to be famous&lt;br /&gt;[17:34]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro SLs first and longest running&lt;br /&gt;[17:34]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro permanent BANE&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro will hire SL publicist&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RA) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RA) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RA) whispers: Bambii's Shackle (RA) is ready to be locked...&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro get in SL herald&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Bambii's Shackle (RW) is ready to be locked...&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Collar (sp) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Collar (sp) whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.72549,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro have Bane fan club&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Collar (sp) whispers: Bambii's Collar (sp) is ready to be locked...&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: you do?&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro start Bane club&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.30000,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.30000,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag whispers: Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag is ready to be locked...&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro says yes&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Scarf blindfold whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.10000,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Scarf blindfold whispers: Current color saved : &lt;0.10000,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17:35]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Scarf blindfold whispers: Bambii's Scarf blindfold is ready to be locked...&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro happier as Bane really&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Collar (sp) whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii's Collar (sp).&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RA) whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii's Shackle (RA).&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Scarf blindfold whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii's Scarf blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro thinks is this damage?&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii's Shackle (RW).&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii &lt;b-4139&gt; whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii &lt;b-4139&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[17:36]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag whispers: Bambii Bade has taken Bambii's keys from her Bambii's&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ballgag.&lt;br /&gt;[17:37]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro Banes have no cares in SL&lt;br /&gt;[17:37]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro no responsibility&lt;br /&gt;[17:37]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro Banes probably high maintenance&lt;br /&gt;[17:37]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro for custodian though&lt;br /&gt;[17:37]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro when no more fun for&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro Custodian then unbane&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro then former Bane get mad&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro will take revenge on Custodian&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro for ending BANE&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Random Locks is active now&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;has left Bambii's keys on her Bambii's Shackle (RW)...&lt;br /&gt;[17:38]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii's Shackle (RW) whispers: Bambii Bade's Bambii's Shackle (RW) has been locked by&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Type Lock).&lt;br /&gt;[17:39]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro I am damaged arent I?&lt;br /&gt;[17:39]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: maybe&lt;br /&gt;[17:39]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro thinks this is damage talking&lt;br /&gt;[17:39]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro forgot she is talking to&lt;br /&gt;[17:39]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro Bambii not Giri&lt;br /&gt;[17:40]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro needs to be careful&lt;br /&gt;[17:40]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: giggles&lt;br /&gt;[17:40]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bambii Bade: Yes you may be walking on knees for a while&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;[17:41]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro being careful now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-3918648182527139314?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/3918648182527139314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=3918648182527139314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/3918648182527139314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/3918648182527139314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-9-am-i-damaged.html' title='Day 9: Am I damaged?'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dn_D2t6XI/AAAAAAAAADE/p20EeJyNdM8/s72-c/Snapshot_075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-5134093999957769550</id><published>2008-02-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:15.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: A scary new Custodian</title><content type='html'>Today my keys were turned over to a new Custodian. Frankly, she scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8cg79jVWGI/AAAAAAAAACk/T79tL8qpnHA/s1600-h/Snapshot_069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8cg79jVWGI/AAAAAAAAACk/T79tL8qpnHA/s400/Snapshot_069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172138911565437026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela meets her new custodian for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My new custodian says little. But I knew immediately that my situation had changed, for the worse. She is something like a Bane herself. In a previous life she was thrown into a PERMABOND machine, and was permanently coated in thick black latex, from head to toe. She cannot remove her latex covering, and she cannot cover it up with clothing. Her eyes are the only remaining connection to the person who she used to be. Her eyes scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Custodian bound me in several uncomfortable positions. She told me that my first week as a Bane was "break-in week", and that the rules were going to be much stricter from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old Custodian. I have been told that she is now BANE, and I must forget about her and learn to survive under the control of my new Custodian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-5134093999957769550?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/5134093999957769550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=5134093999957769550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/5134093999957769550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/5134093999957769550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-8-scary-new-custodian.html' title='Day 8: A scary new Custodian'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8cg79jVWGI/AAAAAAAAACk/T79tL8qpnHA/s72-c/Snapshot_069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-1258953337521623165</id><published>2008-02-26T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:16.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: People can be nice in SL too.</title><content type='html'>I met three very nice people today in SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First when I was wandering around Zhora I met Bethany , who it turns out is in the SLBI Underworld. She emoted with me and read my blog and even posted the first comment on it! Nice to meet you Bethany, and thank you for the kind words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I wandered over to the Frilly Filly Farm, and found a good spot to watch the pony carts go by. After a long while, a nice girl came over to see me. Her name was Marabou, and after she understood how to emote with me, she paid me the best compliment I have ever gotten in SL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[12:55]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marabou Sideways thinks that is very sexy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[12:55]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pamela Munro smiles really?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[12:55]&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marabou Sideways nods!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[12:55]  Pamela Munro first time heard that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marabou if you read this, thank you so much. I have been feeling weird and ugly for the past week and you really made me feel good about myself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8SvR9jVWFI/AAAAAAAAACc/nhTCZs8FJak/s1600-h/Snapshot_066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8SvR9jVWFI/AAAAAAAAACc/nhTCZs8FJak/s400/Snapshot_066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171450995243571282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Danni and I at Deitide today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Finally, late in the day I was standing alone at the back of Deitide (not able to interact or sit down, wearing heels, hobbled by shackles, not fun!). Another nice girl came over to talk to me. Her name was Danni and she had heard of Banes but had never seen one before. She was very nice to me also. She read my blog and let me take her photo with me for today's blog entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-1258953337521623165?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/1258953337521623165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=1258953337521623165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1258953337521623165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/1258953337521623165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-7-people-can-be-nice-in-sl-too.html' title='Day 7: People can be nice in SL too.'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8SvR9jVWFI/AAAAAAAAACc/nhTCZs8FJak/s72-c/Snapshot_066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-4253012290155298331</id><published>2008-02-25T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: People can be mean but I'm doing okay</title><content type='html'>Today I had some ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first logged in I discovered that I could chat and IM! I don't know if my Custodian was being nice, or if my Bane helmet was malfunctioning. Anyway I took advantage of my first opportunity to communicate in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person I met was mean to me. This happened again at Mystical Bondage. This person put a tag on my head and then played an animation of children circling me singing "You're an Idiot, You're an Idiot..." and insulting me as "Ugly" and "Stupid". It was humiliating, I felt like I was being bullied. I am not going to go to Mystical Bondage any more. Here is a picture of my humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8N_A9jVWEI/AAAAAAAAACU/0O-FRBkezno/s1600-h/Snapshot_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8N_A9jVWEI/AAAAAAAAACU/0O-FRBkezno/s400/Snapshot_063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171116451650951234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mean person making fun of me today at Mystical Bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I was Bane, nobody ever tried to abuse me or make fun of me in SL. Men in particular were always respectful, even submissive and groveling in my presence. But since I have been Bane, I have seen a very different side of people. I have been verbally and physically abused by strangers several times already. They clearly see me as ugly and defenseless. Why do they feel the need to make me feel worse about myself? I suspect that the person who was mean to me today was a man in RL using a female AV in SL. If nothing else, this experience gives me more empathy for the handicapped and socially outcast people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any other former Banes have experienced bullying like this, please post a comment here on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I was able to chat with members of my Custodian's family today. That was nice. And I also IM'd and then chatted with my dear friend June, whom I haven't seen in a long time. I warned her directly that the SLBI might be coming after her and other former Black Orchids. I will probably be punished for it, but I do not want to see any of my loyal comrades turned into a permanent Bane like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged on a second time today, I was not able to chat or IM any more. Then at about 6:15 PM the automatic lock was triggered on my shackles, preventing me from interacting with my environment, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18:13]  Steel Shackle (RW) 1.13: Steel Shackle (RW) 1.13 automatic lock triggered&lt;br /&gt;[18:13]  Steel Shackle (RW) 1.13 whispers: Pamela Munro's Steel Shackle (RW) 1.13 has been locked by  (Type 6 U-Shape).&lt;br /&gt;[18:13]  Steel Shackle (RW) 1.13 whispers: Pamela Munro is now prevented from interacting with the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Custodian found out about my warning to June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-4253012290155298331?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/4253012290155298331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=4253012290155298331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/4253012290155298331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/4253012290155298331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-6-people-can-be-mean-but-im-doing.html' title='Day 6: People can be mean but I&apos;m doing okay'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8N_A9jVWEI/AAAAAAAAACU/0O-FRBkezno/s72-c/Snapshot_063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-7356656249602327737</id><published>2008-02-24T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:16.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: New BANE art show</title><content type='html'>Today was another setback for humanity and reason in Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My custodian, is now a Bane herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this is, because I can no longer communicate with my custodian. But Custodian allowed one of her pets to borrow my keys long enough to lock me into a display. Custodian and myself are now the subjects of a brand new Bane art show. Here is a photo that I took at the premier of the Bane art exhibit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8HfxdjVWDI/AAAAAAAAACM/dlIAjuHoXqM/s1600-h/Snapshot_062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8HfxdjVWDI/AAAAAAAAACM/dlIAjuHoXqM/s400/Snapshot_062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170659888037451826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela Bane (center) and her custodian (far right on display) are the featured art pieces at a new Bane art exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the official advertisement for the Bane Art exhibit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NEW!!! Bane Art Gallery open.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sun Feb 24 13:03:34 2008 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;we all know banes are not good for much in the world, but they do make cute art......anyone wanting to see my new bane art gallery may do so at Castle Darkstone....its the tower&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rented by the bane formerly known as Giri Gritzi.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there might be a opening cocktail party if i add to my collection....smiles....please any art suggestions let me know...and please&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you can touch the art, as all my art is interactive, but do not change my art.....i wouldnt be happy if one of my art pieces broke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-7356656249602327737?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/7356656249602327737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=7356656249602327737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7356656249602327737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7356656249602327737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-bane-art-show-in-progress.html' title='Day 5: New BANE art show'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8HfxdjVWDI/AAAAAAAAACM/dlIAjuHoXqM/s72-c/Snapshot_062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-8843541353408886030</id><published>2008-02-23T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:16.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day4: Pamela is a PERMANENT BANE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today started off with intrigue. I heard rumors that I was going to be turned over to a new Custodian. I heard some names of possible Custodians, and a couple of them made me shiver in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in RL was gorgeous, so I spent most of the day in RL enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged in this evening, things didn't seem right. I immediately saw that my Custodian was in a BANE suit herself. I ran away, and TPed to Deitide. There was a lot of chatter on my Custodian's Family IM channel. I decided to get further away from all the commotion. I TPed to Mystical Bondage and kept quiet on the IM channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8DawtjVWBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OQ_vJmJ1a1E/s1600-h/Snapshot_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8DawtjVWBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OQ_vJmJ1a1E/s320/Snapshot_055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170372902617700370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela Bane listens to her Custodian's IM channel to find out whats going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around Mystical Bondage, still in mouselook, and contemplated the difficulties of having another BANE as my Custodian. I tried to IM my Custodian, but my attempt was blocked. This meant I had no functioning custodian - I was on my own in SL as a BANE. I started wondering what I would do? My only contact, and the holder of all my keys, was out of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I overheard on the IM channel that Custodian was just trying out a new BANE helmet. I felt relieved. Then my custodian sent me a TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, my Custodian pointed out my new group tag to myself and her pets. I saw the tag over my head and read it, in horror: "Permanently A BANE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8DdSdjVWCI/AAAAAAAAACE/f7bANZ9eQgQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8DdSdjVWCI/AAAAAAAAACE/f7bANZ9eQgQ/s400/Snapshot_057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170375681461540898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pamela in shock, immediately after learning that she is now a Permanent BANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My custodian informed me in IM that I would be a BANE forever. I started to hyperventilate. Custodian then informed her pets that I was now permanently a Bane. And then she gave the reason for my life sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[18:20]  Giri Gritzi: this bane used to be one of the WORST criminals in SL&lt;br /&gt;[18:20]  Giri Gritzi: the leader of the now imprisoned Black Orchids gang&lt;br /&gt;[18:20] slave Bode Bode giggles, we disappeared another girl and blamed SLBI, *Laughs evilly*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in shock. They are making an example of me, I know it. I hope anyone who reads this blog will take heed of the costs of battling the SLBI and other illegitimate law enforcement groups in SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my former friends in the Black Orchids: please be careful! Don't ever let them catch you and do to you what they have done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pamela Bane Sobs uncontrollably...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-8843541353408886030?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/8843541353408886030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=8843541353408886030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/8843541353408886030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/8843541353408886030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/day4-pamela-is-made-permanently-bane.html' title='Day4: Pamela is a PERMANENT BANE!'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8DawtjVWBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OQ_vJmJ1a1E/s72-c/Snapshot_055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-829593569684391058</id><published>2008-02-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:17.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela's third day as Bane</title><content type='html'>Today I learned some important lessons about being a Bane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R7-GptjVV-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZmQO8ogj69k/s1600-h/Snapshot_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R7-GptjVV-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZmQO8ogj69k/s320/Snapshot_052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169998948405172194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lesson #1: Banes shouldn't group together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I learned that Banes are not supposed to group together. Another Bane befriended me, and my Custodian found out right away and told us that we were both bad. My Custodian added 12 hours to both Banes sentences, and 3 hours in Mouselook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I learned that emoting too much with non-Banes will get you in trouble too. My Custodian was apparently monitoring my emotes using my spy collar, and isolated me further from interacting with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I learned that some non-Banes can be mean to Banes. One jerk at Mystical Bondage hit me with his riding crop while I was just sitting there on a bench by myself.  Then late in the day another non-Bane was manipulating my restraints without asking me, and my shackles added another 24 hours in penalty time for "trying to escape"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked my Custodian if she would provide a bodyguard for me. She captured a big strong looking guy, but then just left him bound, gagged and hogtied for me to look at. Nice to look at, but not much use as a bodyguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R7-JvNjVWAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hOHDjywcxIs/s1600-h/Snapshot_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R7-JvNjVWAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hOHDjywcxIs/s320/Snapshot_054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170002341429336066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson #4: A good Bane bodyguard should be unrestrained, not blindfolded, and not gagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was online for probably 4 hours today, and had a total of 36 hours added to my Bane sentence. At this rate I will be a Bane forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-829593569684391058?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/829593569684391058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=829593569684391058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/829593569684391058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/829593569684391058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/pamelas-third-day-as-bane.html' title='Pamela&apos;s third day as Bane'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R7-GptjVV-I/AAAAAAAAABk/ZmQO8ogj69k/s72-c/Snapshot_052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-2725400452274674897</id><published>2008-02-21T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:10:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Boys, This Is Our Domain</title><content type='html'>Heres a link to a great NYT article on the strides that girls are making in web content design:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/fashion/21webgirls.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-2725400452274674897?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/2725400452274674897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=2725400452274674897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/2725400452274674897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/2725400452274674897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry-boys-this-is-our-domain.html' title='Sorry, Boys, This Is Our Domain'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-4687736468089662793</id><published>2008-02-21T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:17.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela's second day as a Bane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R74ojdjVV8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ukct_BrtSc8/s1600-h/Snapshot_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R74ojdjVV8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ukct_BrtSc8/s320/Snapshot_049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169614011961268162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R74oYtjVV7I/AAAAAAAAABM/n6baDaytZwc/s1600-h/Snapshot_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R74oYtjVV7I/AAAAAAAAABM/n6baDaytZwc/s320/Snapshot_048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169613827277674418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second day as a Bane has been uneventful. I am not as self-conscious now as I was yesterday, but I am staying in BDSM-themed SIMs, where I don't feel so weird and out of place. I am not comfortable around men, especially strangers. I think it is embarrassment more than fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice woman appeared to be very concerned about me, after I emoted a cry in half joking fashion. I could not seem to communicate to her that I was okay. She kept typing (all I read was "...") and trying to manipulate my restraints, and I kept shaking my head to indicate that I couldn't communicate with her. I really hope I didn't scare her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most people are just ignoring me now. My custodian was online several times but did not communicate with me. I spent time at my usual table in Deitide, and then checked out Bondage playground for the first time (I think). I wondered how my friends from the Black Orchids were doing, June and Yrsa, and Jill, and Pike. I went to some places where I thought I might run into them, but I did not see anyone. I sometimes wish I had kept the Black Orchids group going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days of Bane, I realize that the main reason I have a blog is its the only way I have to communicate. Even if nobody knows it exists, I feel like I am talking to friends here on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I realize that blogging is probably a form of cheating, while you are a Bane. It seems to reduce my sense of isolation, at least a little. I never felt the urge to blog before now! So something is going on psychologically here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Paine Asylum will be open for business by the time my banishment is over :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-4687736468089662793?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/4687736468089662793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=4687736468089662793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/4687736468089662793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/4687736468089662793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/pamelas-second-day-as-bane.html' title='Pamela&apos;s second day as a Bane'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R74ojdjVV8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ukct_BrtSc8/s72-c/Snapshot_049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-7326235500059972262</id><published>2008-02-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:52:18.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela's first day as a BANE</title><content type='html'>Well my first full day as a BANE has been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on the night of February 19, with my friend Hawk trying to IM me because I had locked him in a cage at Deitide shortly before I was turned into a BANE. I was restrained at Darkstone, and my Custodian was offline, so the only thing I could think of was to send him a TP. I forgot that my Custodian has set a trap in front of me to prevent anyone from attempting to rescue me. Poor Hawk landed right in the trap (lol!). He didn't know what was going on, and didn't understand why I couldn't hear him, or speak or IM. I stayed online with him as long as I could, but had to log off after an hour. Hawk thanks for being such a good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my Custodian gave me a full set of RR Shackles to wear, and set up all of the spy features so she could monitor my activities. Then she locked my arms behind my back and set the legirons to that I could sort of walk slowly. I never tried these shackles on before today, and I'm surprised how much I like them! Then she informed me that my banishment would last for at least 50 hours online time unless she detected "damage". Hmmm... damage? I started to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the morning hobbling around Darkstone, investigating its different rooms and areas. I think Darkstone will be a great place for me to hide my kidnapping victims in the future. I spent about 2 hours silently watching strangers shopping in the store in the SIM adjacent to darkstone. I watched them from above, in the shadows, on a ledge of the castle. I watched different people and became interested in the differences between the male and female shopping patterns. The men all went straight to the sex-related products, while the women spent most of their time browsing for gestures and sounds. Most of the customers seemed to be European, a lot of Germans I think. I started to feel like a weird voyeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I navigated (slowly, with difficulty) towards Deitide and Ally B's on the ground level. I ran into my first contact near Ally B's. It was a guy, and he appeared to be vanilla. He watched me hobble past him and sit on a park bench. Then he spent a few minutes watching me from a distance. I took this picture of him checking me out. Then he finally approached me and tried to chat with me. After a couple of futile exchanges of "..." he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169504017848817538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R73Eg9jVV4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W2ZYGiDsGPU/s320/Snapshot_041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Vanilla Guy watching me and probably wondering what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I was really feeling very self-conscious. I felt the way I think I would feel if I were wandering around outside in RL like this. I decided I would avoid people for the rest of the day. I went closer to Ally B's, so I could listen to the music and watch people in the club from a distance. I stayed in the shadows. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, especially Ally and Deno, and some of my other friends who I sometimes meet there. I think I stayed near Ally B's because I am comfortable there. I guess I was feeling vulnerable, and weird again. I finally worked up the nerve to come out of the shadows and sit at a table in front of Ally B's, for a few minutes anyway. No one came by or saw me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169504507475089298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R73E9djVV5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/frQ-QibgaWE/s320/Snapshot_044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day I started reading some other blogs again about Banes. I decided I needed to start my own blog, to record my own feelings and experiences as a Bane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-7326235500059972262?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/7326235500059972262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=7326235500059972262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7326235500059972262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/7326235500059972262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/pamelas-first-day-as-bane_21.html' title='Pamela&apos;s first day as a BANE'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R73Eg9jVV4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W2ZYGiDsGPU/s72-c/Snapshot_041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477521631904073333.post-9115768483007207726</id><published>2008-02-20T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:44:34.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamela's first blog post ever</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is actually the first time I've ever posted anything on a blog. Its true! Why am I starting my own blog now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (February 19, 2008) I was banished in SL by my former friend and now Custodian. I didn't plan on it, I actually just wanted to chat and catch up on things. Within 5 minutes of TPing to Custodians latest home refurbishing project, she was showing me firsthand all the great new features of the RR version 1.13 restraints. She showed me the forced sit feature, and then informed me that she was going to keep me there for a while. Then within a few more minutes  Custodian had selected a great dark-red shiny latex catsuit for me to wear, including a very cool mask covering part of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without saying anything, Custodian offered me a Bane helmet. I had read a little bit about Bane on some blogs. I knew what it was, and kind of what it would mean for me to accept it. I took about 10 seconds to think it over and then I put the Bane helmet on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast... 20 minutes earlier I was bored, looking for someone to chat with in SL. And now I was suddenly banished, unable to communicate with anyone other than my Custodian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to my time as a Bane. I have had some disappointments recently in SL, and I almost deleted my account in January. A few close friends talked me into keeping my account open, and just taking some time off. I think I have gotten over my recent downturn now. And I hope that the deprivation of being banished will help me separate from the past. Like a vacation as some other Bane victims have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post my feelings and experiences as BANE here, along with some photos hopefully. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Pamela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477521631904073333-9115768483007207726?l=pamelamunro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/feeds/9115768483007207726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477521631904073333&amp;postID=9115768483007207726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/9115768483007207726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477521631904073333/posts/default/9115768483007207726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelamunro.blogspot.com/2008/02/pamelas-first-blog-pose-ever.html' title='Pamela&apos;s first blog post ever'/><author><name>Pamela Munro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050820776120889462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aGQQQgRhMDQ/R8dmu9jVWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/RzjTJNaFwzM/S220/Snapshot_073.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
