Other than that, surprisingly little to report, as we hit the hump in the middle of the week before the last push towards elimination ceremony. It's becoming clearer and clearer that GTV is going to be one of the first to leave, mainly due to the complete lack of visitors or votes. I guess being the least popular guy in town finally caught up with me. But hey, here's a snap of the sure-to-be winner Lillani mounting a reindeer and STILL looking hot...

One moment of mild hilarity - a housecrasher in the form of a doppelganger for our man Ironside, Simon Walsh, popped into the house with tales of Yuletide trickery. For a moment, Second Life and the Trek Mirror universe collided like the bastard love child of the Sci Fi Channel and the Make a Wish Foundation.

One shout out - my undying thanks to Miriam Antonelli. One of my podcaster buddies, I messaged her last night with a plaintive cry for help, and in return she called on the sultry Stormy, who seemed to have half of Second Life in her little black book, and all willing and able to do her bidding. Before I knew it 20 avatars fell from the sky while Miriam hovered next to my button shouting "HERE! VOTE HERE!" It was a regular flashmob, and for a guy who's sat idly on the bench while the cheerleaders and cult mistresses entertain their following, it was like that moment at the end of It's a Wonderful Life" when the people rally to George's house, and he finally discovers he's the richest guy in town.

Sniff. Ahem.

Tonight it's final goodbyes before tomorrow's elimination ceremony, when Big Brother will probably kill the TV Superstar™. I'm planning a big bang ending. And then heading to the nearest whorehouse for another.