Random thought the first:
Does a HUD-based easter-egg hunt in 11 of the laggiest sims that ever lagged lagfully seem like it could be a really bad idea? I hope it isn’t: I hope that it works better than it looks on ‘paper’, to tell the truth! If I’m obviously mistaken in your opinion, or you want to know more, you can find out more at the Fantasy Faire’s wordpress blog! I’m unlikely to participate myself: RL has gotten into crunch time, and hunts eat a lot of time. But I don’t doubt, based on what I’ve seen of the sims, that the goodies are going to be pretty high-quality.
Random thought the second:
I’m always fascinated by the boundaries people draw between RL and SL. The ‘RIGIDLY SEPARATE NEVER LET THEM TOUCH’ thing that some people do seems folly, as you are the fish who swims in both of these rivers, and you’re bound to carry at least some water from one to the other, under your scales. However, I can also understand the difference between ‘I have a cat RLwise’ and ‘here’s my home address RLwise’. I wouldn’t want the Insane Clown Posse fetishist I met on the intertubes to turn up at my doorstep at 5 in the evening wearing nothing but makeup, a thin layer of Vaseline, and a horrifying grin.
At the same time, though, I am sometimes rendered uncomfortable just watching people put out enough data on the internet to make it uncomfortably easy for me to know who they are. If I know you’re a first-generation Malaysian-American who lives in Akron OH, and you tell me your father’s a chiropractor who just had a heart attack? Probably 20 minutes’ work would tell me your given name (or at least narrow it down to the names of you and your siblings). No, this isn’t being a creepy stalker, this is just knowing how to research stuff. So yeah, never been one for ‘share everything and always’ either.
Random thought the third:
I can’t understand adopting something new just because it’s new. If someone came up with an awesome HUD-controlled series of animations that handled your avatar looking green around the gills, fainting, puking, running a fever, would you want it? Would you run it all the time? Would you expect your friends would run it?
What if someone came up with a CRAPPY HUD-controlled series of animations that handled setting it up so your avatar looked ill? Ill in the ‘cartoon-birds-swirling-around-your-head thermometer-popping-from-too-much-heat’ sense? But badly synched up, jerky, and so on? Would you expect people to use that? …actually, the tweeting birds thing sounds like it might be kind of fun and is something I should throw at Pandora Wrigglesworth…
So why, anyway, do we see ourselves and our friends embracing trends of attire or Hip DIYsplasia (again, hip DIYsplasia is the deliberate malformation of your pelvis, or the deliberate transforming of your mouth into something only a carp’s mother could love, or making a point of wearing something from the ‘he only done hit me ’cause I dropped one of the glasses ’cause I’m so clumsy’ school of make-up tattoo)? Personally, I like it when an avatar’s face is photographed from enough distance so as not to turn into Sam Lowry’s mom from the movie Brazil, when she’s getting her face er… stretched.
(image borrowed from this website, which is a nice overview of the film).
I’ve actually seen a very attractive avatar turned into a nightmare chamber-of-horrors creature by bad camera work. why do we do this to ourselves? Or to others? I don’t need a camera angle that shows you what the inside of my nostrils looks like in SL. It’s weird up there!
You just checked, didn’t you.
Thought the fourth: As awesome a tool for making friends and broadening your social interaction SL can be, I find it… amazing when people go on using it to perpetuate the same sorts of drama that we were all familiar with in high school. C’mon, kids, pull on your big-boy pants and just forgive and forget the bullshit. When you get older, you’re going to find yourself thinking ‘you know, I hated him in 2008 for disparaging my roleplay as Countess Twaddlewaffle of Odd Bodkins-upon-Slothrop, but now… he and I are the only people who remember how crazy fun all of that got. I’ve lost track of everybody else’.
Give yourself and your cherished, closely-held enemies a break. Forgive them, and get on with your life: it’s amazing what a difference it makes in your day to day to not be sitting there festering in your wrath.
So hmmm, only one new thing there, and it isn’t terribly new, really, if Siddhartha and Yeshua ben Yosef both said it. Ah well, I will have to keep looking for someone who knows how to do mesh modelling and talk with him or her about my ideas for dropped-crotch pants that don’t look like ‘dropped-crotch’ is shorthand for ‘I dropped a dookie in my jeans and they’re puffing out the crotch something wicked’.