Second Life is crack.
If you think blogging is crack, I recommend you run screaming from SecondLife. I am fairly certain children set things on fire in my house while I created Queen Tureaud ( a name that took me FAR too long to choose) and explored the 3D realm.
The problem, other than ignoring everything and everyone around me for hours on end, is that I did absolutely nothing in SecondLife.
Wait, that’s not true, I watched a hockey game for lack of knowing where to go or what to do.
I was offered a job as a dancer in a strip club, but I declined and went and watched a hockey game.
Story of my life.
I assume there is more to this 3D world thing than sex and hooking up, but I’m just not sure yet. Maybe you guys can point me to places on SecondLife that don’t involve me pole dancing or sitting at a slot machine? Maybe not.
Either way, if you’re looking to kill a good, oh…week, go check it out. And don’t say I didn’t warn you. Once you get past trying to make your hair not look like a muppet and wearing something other than what you might see on your local hooker you might even learn to fly.
Not that I did. My 3-year-old was GREAT at it…jumping canyons and shit. Me…um…I fell on my face many times and even landed on some guy from Switzerland who wasn’t too happy I didn’t want to go somewhere and cyber fuck him.
Consider me your dealer. And when you get there, don’t make fun of my stripper hair. It was the best I could do.