There will be a fireworks show in Second Life today! Well, there will be many, but there will also be one at Kennyland, the official virtual theme park of Kenny Chronicles!

In front, you can find a bbq grill that gives hamburgers, a box that gives sparklers, and a cart that gives ice cream cones, all free! On the dancing deck, there’s a cannon that shoots beach ball cannonballs, and there are 2 small fireworks shooters on either side of the swimming pool aimed at each other. After Independence Day, the firework launchers, sparklers and hamburgers will go away. I’ll try to find reasons to bring the grill out more often, though. It may stick around an extra day.

If you have Second Life, come join us at 6pm Second Life time(that’s 8pm CST) for a fireworks show with a nuclear finale.

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To coincide with the geeky holiday “Towel Day“, I now have beach towels at Kennyland! For today only, the towels are free. What’s more, there’s a Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy towel that’s ONLY available today! It can be sent to friends so that you can be sure that they know where their towel is.
Got Second Life or want it? Get to Kennyland by clicking here!

UPDATE: Towel Day was a success! Over 80 towels were given away. Now that Towel Day is over, the towels are L$10, which equals 3-4 cents(U.S.). If you want the Don’t Panic towel, you can just contact Kenny Panache and I’ll send it for free look in the freebie box up front! I’d like to see it get spread around more.

UPDATEUPDATED(July 12): I now have a freebie box that has the Don’t Panic towel in it, as well as a Kennyland beach ball!

From the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-tohand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase which has passed into hitch hiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)