Sometimes, things go awry in Second Life, and stuff that's normally attached to you.. .like hair... just refuses to come along to the party when you manage to log in.
Earlier tonight, I ended up on the roof of a music-and-art club of some kind, completely hairless and unable to attach anything on my head. So I stepped into a nearby kinetic sculpture to just deal with the moment in the only way possible.
Fortunately, no one else was there.
This is how I spend some of my time on Second Life: in church.
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.
I often attend services at the Anglican Cathedral on Epiphany Island. Lately, we've gotten a lay adminstrator and we've got music going, plus a weekly Bible study. It's church for people all over the globe, and from all kinds of Second Life communities.
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.
This is a little more recent... I'm always going to "this-n-that night" at various dance clubs, thinking I've got a shot at a prize, and getting totally blown out by someone with an extreme makeover sense of play.
In this case, it was someone else who was way, way, WAY blown out. And they won!
At Cafe Wellstone/Dancing Liberally's "Big Bad Hair Night," Jacqrat was the acknowledged winner. Many of us didn't know Jacq was male until we couldn't find his name on the voting board.
When I first arrived, there were security people literally everywhere - hanging in midair all around the site, which was on a hillside looking down toward where the memorial was set up. I was invited by an acquaintance from Lauk's Nest who helped with either finding a place for the memorial, or placing the images and flowers.
The mood was eerie and quite tense, and it was quite moving (even though we were quite immobile).
In spite of an attack by griefers and almost totally immobilizing rez problems, the memorial went on as planned.
Yes, you can go to concerts in Second Life, with varying results: this one was a good one with minimal "lag" and some very colorful people in the audience.
I continue to be amazed by the insane amount of attention people devote to making objects, clothes, skins, and other builds in Second Life.
Insane level of detail on the inside of the Robinson Crusoe on Mars build. Moving the camera view around to see the inside without barging right in was interesting, as the sound effects were highly directional and came from various different consoles.
