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.
The Bob Marley One Love T-shirt was also nicely done.
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.
Fortunately, no one else was there.
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.
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.
In this case, it was someone else who was way, way, WAY blown out. And they won!
The mood was eerie and quite tense, and it was quite moving (even though we were quite immobile).
I continue to be amazed by the insane amount of attention people devote to making objects, clothes, skins, and other builds in Second Life.