Last night, I listened to Grace McDunnough at Freudian Slip while drinking iced tea and eating barbecued peppers, onions, potatoes, and corn.

If it's not a full-blown cooked meal, then it's celery, carrots, hummus, califlower, brocoli, or popcorn - healthy stuff.

I figure a lot of folks are either eating or drinking something at the keyboard while their avatar is sitting, dancing, or countless other idle tasks.

What they eat, well, I'm pretty sure that I'm quite the oddball when it comes to that department (as I do with many other departments.) Not everybody keeps a vegetable marinade going for a grill-feast every few days, or stuffs jalapenos compulsively.

Most folks grab some form of snack food, whether it's chips and dip or pretzels or microwave meals or any number of convenience foods. Or they get something delivered, such as pizza. And the beverages are often some form of carbonated or alcoholic beverage.

So, here's the question - where's the snack and beverage advertisers in SL?

I think that if M Linden is such hot stuff when it comes to marketing and branding and getting companies to buy into these kinds of things, that's probably the easiest sell he can make.

Screw the virtual drinks and virtual food for virtual people. It's cute, but it's a waste of time and energy.

Instead, start peddling real drinks and real food for real people. Get Pizza Hut and Dominos and other deliverers, foreign and domestic, to sign up for pilot programmes.

Hey, if Domino's was willing to test those stupid personal hovercraft a few years back, they're crazy enough to test this, right? (Just tell Tom Monaghan that avatars never have abortions.)

Heck, all those contests with the codes under soda caps... maybe have folks enter those in a HUD as they drink them, or message an avatar called Cokecode Cocacola that tracks such things for double the prize rewards on their point contests?

Or...

Hrm. Maybe some of these Metaverse Developer Company consultants ought to hire me on as a consultant to teach them how to think outside the plywood box.

BRING IT ON, BABY! MAKE ME YOUR IDEABITCH! WHIP! WHIP! WHIP! RAAAAAAWWWWR!

(Pardon me, but it's Jack Daniels O'Clock, time to stop thinkin' and start drinkin')