I like Arg. I missed him. So I tracked him down and woke him up, and jumped inworld and shouting out some of my old friends. I missed a lot of them as much as I missed Arg.
I won’t spend nearly as much time inworld as I did before I bricked Arg’s hard head. It’ll be interesting to see how that works.
Predictions? Ambivalence is inversely proportional to amount of time spent inworld. Sl just isn’t as interesting as rl. Am I a prophet? Dunno. We’ll see.
…a cat or two.
Not so long ago, I pulled the trigger on an old friend. He was my first, and for a long time only, av in sl.
“Meh,” you’ll say. “So what?” Oh, I dunno. I’ll tell you if you stick around. Continue reading ‘To be, like, rill, ya hafta kill…’
…by one of the best posts on metaversal friendships I’ve read yet.
Excerpt: Continue reading ‘I am schooled…’
I love this post. Really.SLove? I’m not sure I’ll routinely use the term, but my friend gets at something essential about sl.
Everything happens in sl, as Cindy’s commenter Benson so aptly puts it, in ant years. That is so true. The accelerated nature of the experience is part of what makes the word, and feelings associated with it, pop into our sl relationships so fast. Ain’t be too much time to reflect. Continue reading ‘Ant Love, baby!’
I’ve been away from sl quite a bit lately. It’s the whole pace-of-life thing. Got a new job, so I’m on the steep ‘n greasy part of the learning curve with that. Got lotsa extracurricular stuff, too, so I’ve been short on time. So it’s been like a forced month-and-a-half-long vaca, with spotty exceptions.
The exceptions have been nice, but they’ve been brief, and time is everything in sl.
Continue reading ‘time away vaca all the way kissing spray oy vey don’t say no way’
Oh, yeah. Hat tip to Pajamas Media.
SecondLife. A corner of the metaverse where you’ll encounter some of the best people you’ll ever know. Where’ you’ll see astonishing creativity on display, side by side with the most wallowy Gatlinburgesque banality. Continue reading ‘Takin’ it outside.’
So they fudged on their ages a bit, but some rules should definitely be broken by some people. Read about it.
A friend asks this question. As it happens, I’ve been thinking about this one a good bit, too, kinda parked at the intersection of sl and rl. So this is a response, but it’s mo’ n’ dat, too. If you hate to wax philosophical, just quit reading now. You should prolly also quit if you love to wax philosophical but are put off by incoherence, because coherent I ain’t. At least not always… Continue reading ‘Love? Did you say, “What is love?”’
SL is more than a game. Sometimes it gets awfully close to the bone.
My best friend, she’s a poet. See?
One word from you snapped something deep inside
Leaving me rattling
with the sound of
broken cogs;
Of coils and springs
Unraveling.
The clock of joy was stopped
at five past midnight.
No hand can wind back time
Or reassemble
These scattered pieces
Of my fractured heart.
For L.
