I decided that blathering about my Second Life on my regular blawg would bore my friendlist to tears, and, for that matter, blathering about my Real Life would bore the Second Life people I know to tears, so I'm starting a shiny new journal just for My Second Life.
I have slew of screenshots I snapped that I'm going to be trimming and loading up soon, but for now I thought I'd start with My Story So Far.
Blame Duran Duran. Back in, what, August, when they announced they'd be playing a show in Second Life (which is coming . . . honest . . . Katy Krassner assured me of this) fifty gazillion Duranies and Yours Truly rushed to the site to sign up.
For me, however, there was a snag. The game would not run on my little iBook. It would, however, run on my parents' computer. So for a while, I was confined to checking out SL when my dad wasn't using his computer. It eventually became a Sunday night habit--go to the house, have dinner with the folks, hop on SL for a bit.
Eventually I broke down--or, rather, my iBook did--and I bought a shiny new MacBook Pro that happily plays Second Life.
Within weeks, I'd ponied up for a year's membership and dropped 13,000 Lindens on a 512 patch of land in a snow sim. So far I've built my own house (it's very simple, but I like it more than the Library cabin I was using), created furniture for that house and hung up art on the walls. I'm also learning how to create clothing and tattoos and with my friend Miles Montgolfier (you will probably be hearing a lot about Miles in future entries) we're plotting to open a store called Social Butterfly with a logo that Miles came up with -- :)i(:
So that's where it stands. In future postings, I plan to show some of my usual hangouts and the outfits I've been making, and muse on the nature of unreality and shared environments.
Ta for now.
I have slew of screenshots I snapped that I'm going to be trimming and loading up soon, but for now I thought I'd start with My Story So Far.
Blame Duran Duran. Back in, what, August, when they announced they'd be playing a show in Second Life (which is coming . . . honest . . . Katy Krassner assured me of this) fifty gazillion Duranies and Yours Truly rushed to the site to sign up.
For me, however, there was a snag. The game would not run on my little iBook. It would, however, run on my parents' computer. So for a while, I was confined to checking out SL when my dad wasn't using his computer. It eventually became a Sunday night habit--go to the house, have dinner with the folks, hop on SL for a bit.
Eventually I broke down--or, rather, my iBook did--and I bought a shiny new MacBook Pro that happily plays Second Life.
Within weeks, I'd ponied up for a year's membership and dropped 13,000 Lindens on a 512 patch of land in a snow sim. So far I've built my own house (it's very simple, but I like it more than the Library cabin I was using), created furniture for that house and hung up art on the walls. I'm also learning how to create clothing and tattoos and with my friend Miles Montgolfier (you will probably be hearing a lot about Miles in future entries) we're plotting to open a store called Social Butterfly with a logo that Miles came up with -- :)i(:
So that's where it stands. In future postings, I plan to show some of my usual hangouts and the outfits I've been making, and muse on the nature of unreality and shared environments.
Ta for now.