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It’s rare for me to start a conversation with anyone, and when I do, I get straight to the point.  I don’t grasp the concept of small talk; the idea of small talk strikes me as ridiculous.  Even as a teenager, I was never the kind of girl who would call my friends on the telephone just to chat or say hi.  The same is true in Second Life.  Don’t take it the wrong way, but I’m just not the kind of person who will IM my friends out of the blue.

The reason I’m writing this blog entry is because I’m afraid many of my friends–new and old–don’t understand, and take it as a bad sign if I don’t randomly contact them once in a while.  I assure you, we’re still friends though I am silent.  Maybe someone will suggest to me that I just ought to try making small talk, touching base with friends once in a while for no other reason than to say “hi, what’s up?  How are you?”  Believe me, I could.  There’s nothing physically preventing me from doing this.  But it would be entirely fake and forced.  Even though Second Life is a virtual world, I am a real person and behave the same as I would in the real world.

Then there’s the issue of Builder’s Guilt.  Other content creators can identify with this, I’m sure!  After engaging in social activities for an amount of time, the Guilt builds up.  “I’ve got work to do,” a little voice says.  Builder’s Guilt is especially intense for me, as I work a full-time job in the real world, and have about four hours to spend on Second Life on a weekday.  My To-Do List always grows longer, never shorter, so you can imagine how the voice in my head goes crazy if I’ve been locked in a conversation for an hour.  (It is remarkably hard to build AND chat simultaneously.  If I’m chatting, I’m NOT building.)

Am I always building or working?  …Yes, actually.  If I’m not, I should be.  Actually, part of the reason I don’t initiate conversations with people through IMs is because  I don’t know if they are building, spending romantic time with someone, or just about to log out.  In my real life, I was afraid to start conversations because I was never sure if someone might be having a bad day and not want to talk, or that I would be intruding upon them in some other way.  Also I think the “speak when spoken to” concept was really drilled into my head as a child, and it’s hard for me to break.

Does this mean you should not IM me at all?  By no means!  Please keep in mind that I may be working on this or that, but if you want to talk, I am available, especially if you really need to talk about something in particular.

Everyone is a…

Not long ago, I saw a movie trailer for DayBreakers, in which we are asked to imagine a world where almost everyone is a vampire.
My response:
What, you mean Second Life?

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Let me admit right up front that WordPress is totally foreign to me and I have no idea what I’m doing.  It’s going to take me a solid day to figure out how to do what I want to do, and learn about things I could do if I wanted.

You can ignore that bar of links and stuff to the right.  I think most of it is default stuff, and I’m not really going to touch it today or anytime soon, for all I know.

I changed the layout.  It’s alright, I suppose, though I’d rather use my own picture at the top.  That’s the first thing I’m going to do.  And, knowing me, I’m going to spend 2.5 hours cropping and editing that picture to be JUST the way I want it.  Anything less than the best is a felony, as a wise man once said.

And now a cat is lying on my left wrist, partially on my right wrist, making it extremely difficult to type well.  Backspace is my best friend.  I know what you’re going to say: “You’re bigger and stronger, just move the cat!”  Genius.  Why didn’t I think of that?  Actually I have moved this cat numerous times, but she keeps coming back.  And dagnabbit, I love her, so I’m not going to be mean over some tiny unimportant thing like how it’s difficult to type with her sleeping on my wrists.  I can work around it.  See?  I’ve typed quite a bit with this cat impeding my progress.  Luckily she doesn’t weigh very much.  I still complain about it though.  Not a day goes by that I don’t complain about SOMETHING.  If hearing someone complain is not really your idea of fun, you might not want to read future blog entries.  Just a heads-up.

I’m just filling the silence now.  Probably a good time to look for a picture I want to use for the top of my blog!

It’s bedtime and I’m still not done figuring out how this works.  Will resume tomorrow.  Maybe.