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[egypturnash]

So Stacey came home from GDC with a code to get into Second Life without paying ten bucks. Sammi tried it last night, and I tried it today. My machine is way too slow for this thing. I'm lucky if I get, like, 3fps. Especially in crowded areas.

I don't know if I'll get into Making Things there. I'll probably give it a shot. For now, I just hacked up hair and body to caricature myself, and did a cheap version of the coat I have iRL by merging together a jacket and a slit skirt. For a while I was going around in nothing but that; it's not like the avatars have any naughty bits. Perhaps my first building project will be Groin Tentacles.

Sammi and Me. Or, rather, "Alexia Mechanique" and "Mechanique Thirty". I was going to be "Margo Thirty" but there was some sort of weird cut-and-paste accident when I created the account.

Mme. Thirty dancing dorkily around Mme. Mechanique. We're on the sea-bottom here...

Comments

[postrodent.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Would you say your reaction to modeled physical space is about the same one that you have in RL? How conscious are you of that kind of social-spacial positioning?
(Of course, if you WEREN'T conscious of it before... hey, Mx. Spider, how do you walk with all those legs? :) Bleep. <3 )

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

Mm. It's only been a day of experimenting with modelled physical space, and I have been aware of my reactions to it. I avoid crowds because they make my framerate go to hell - but I also avoid more than about four people in one place on mucks, nowadays.

I think I'm aware of it in 2L because it's often wrong. Is someone showing their back to me because they Don't Want To Talk, or because they're losing control of their character, or because all they're really seeing is the text scroll in one corner? Am I insulting someone without realizing it when I do the same thing? I'm chatting with someone off my camera and about twenty feet away but this makes no difference in the tenor of the conversation - or does it?

hey, Mx. Spider, how do you walk with all those legs?

With grace and beauty, of course, dear Mooncat. Bleep.