Postcard from Second Life.
Making like a tourist in Gion
Postcard from Second Life.
Making like a tourist in Gion
Only 20 minutes or so into our exploration of Etopia… or maybe this is the Garden of Apollo…. Bobbo had a little Ruth problem. I told him he now had a decent shot at getting virtually laid but he might not like it.
I would like to take this opportunity to say that I personally think cybersex is not a good idea unless your level of trust is grounded in RL togetherness. But here again, Bobbo is a special case.
This spamvertising chick really got on my last nerve. I was at NCI Kuula the other night watching an "Oldbies Build" contest, which had a theme of "Games." It was really starting to get interesting, as the contestant on the right hand had constructed one of those tube-and-bead toys, and there was a chess set going on the other side, and behind me someone had constructed a DDR machine that light up when you stepped on the pads (the eventual winner).
The host had donned a Space Invaders avatar for the occasion, and kept having to request that this Gor slave girl chick stop advertising… she had a white title script that said "Click me for $L!!" that doesn’t show in the photo.
Also, the "silks" were badly fitted and stood out too far from her skinny-ass shape, so that you could see EVERYTHING, or you could have if she’d bothered to pay for a "curtains and carpet" skin.
Several of us mentioned that "clothes would be nice." This was too subtle (there’s a no nudity policy at NCI). When I was trying to get her profile, I was annoyed that it invoked the script that popped up a "FREE LINDENS" dialog box that offered to open a website. I kept cancelling. The annoying thing was that she got a notice of whoever clicked on her and she triumphantly announced this as a reason she should be allowed to stay. I replied "No, I just wanted to know why somebody would want to be the embodiment of spam."
People kept jeering at her to put some clothes on and sit down, and the host must have said something privately, because she took off… straight up.
Whatever. It was just so stupid. The "free lindens!!!!" websites are kind of creepy, actually, and I got bored with them (and their endless promises of just one more page until payout). And of course now I get tons of spam because I filled out a couple of surveys before I wised up. This is why this sort of spamvertising is banned from a newbie-welcoming place such as NCI.
Here I am, chillin’ at Stonehenge in sneakers and jeans, while a musician name Quinton performs, and his biggest fan dances beautifully in midair.
Note the be-buckeled and be-booted woman to my left, who looks like she came direct from the Bad Fashion Show. I was feeling bad about being a little casually dressed – after all, it’s a house of worship to the large community of SL Druids that I inferred from the size and condition of the henge. But then I decided it was a beach resort as well, and I could have been wearing a bathing suit and towel if I wanted.
The music was pretty good; Quinton was a West Virginian, still getting used to the technique of online performance, but his guitar work was amazing.
Darn, I didn’t note the name of the club this was at. JohnnyMiso99 performed a one-man blues-rock show that was also simulcast to a website, so that people that weren’t residents of Second Life could watch the show. Music was good, I danced, and eventually I wandered off somewhere, but first I had to get a shot of yet another insanely detailed guitar.
The Bob Marley One Love T-shirt was also nicely done.
My friend Bobbo… he’s a special case. He’s a RL friend who stubbornly refuses to get with the “anyone can look like a supermodel” ethic on Second Life. So he made himself a ludicrously fat shape and found some ridiculous US Flag pants and figured out how to apply clown makeup.
He’s a little disturbing to look at, my friend Bobbo. I hesitate to take him around to meet my friends. But we have a good time (usually talking on the phone at the same time) on his very occasional forays inworld.
Bobbo is a RL friend who most certainly did not get the memo about "everything is beautiful in Second Life."
This is a somewhat older photo – it’s on the dancefloor at Etopia, and I was whirling around on an animation poseball that wrapped my “Elven dance outfit” up in knots around me. The outfit is actually a combo of this goofy lingerie set called “in the mood” and… a lacy black outfit complete with headscarf “suitable for mosque.” The textures are huge and bumpy, and I haven’t worn it in a long time, but it IS fun to dance in. Especially with a beribboned tambourine. ::eyeroll at my own folly::
Sometimes, things go awry in Second Life, and stuff that’s normally attached to you.. .like hair… just refuses to come along to the party when you manage to log in.
Earlier tonight, I ended up on the roof of a music-and-art club of some kind, completely hairless and unable to attach anything on my head. So I stepped into a nearby kinetic sculpture to just deal with the moment in the only way possible.
Fortunately, no one else was there.
This is how I spend some of my time on Second Life: in church.
Yes, I’m weird. And I’ll twitch my tail and flick my kitty ears in irritation if you think there’s anything wrong with that.
Hee! I’m a LOLcat! In church. Yep.
I often attend services at the Anglican Cathedral on Epiphany Island. Lately, we’ve gotten a lay adminstrator and we’ve got music going, plus a weekly Bible study. It’s church for people all over the globe, and from all kinds of Second Life communities.
When we say "come as you are to church," we really mean it; I often wear kitty ears and tail, others routinely wear wings, and non-human avatars aren’t unusual at all.
Might have trouble seating a dragon, but there’s plenty of room in the south transept. I should speak to the designer about a dragon-size entrance… and some pews and kneelers for tinies.