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Second Life is evil!
Feb. 20th, 2007 06:17 pmOnce, and never again!
That damn over-hyped application is so totally non multi-tasking compatible, it eats your whole brainwidth worse than a phone call, you don't notice the time passing or how cold it gets while you try to marshal your measly 3D avatar.
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japanologist talked me into trying it (thus getting me to miss tags from Jack and Seth because he was talking a blue streak at me via IM), then I tried, and then.
I got sucked in. I forgot. I hardly noticed people coming online; poornazgulwears got almost ignored. I pushed my avatar around, flew, walked under water, tickled a dragon, dressed in purple and then preferred my more usual browns and greens, then fiddled with the avi's hair, then drove around with a very unhandy car, and then...
In the meanwhile, the mailbox had chimed, unheeded. And when I looked, there were two tags from Eamon in there. 45 minutes old, that I had overlooked because of damn Second Life.
That's utterly unforgivable. Fuck Second Life, fuck the posh-sounding idea of me being a trend scout for Red Bear House, fuck Sethos Barbosa and his fluffy hairdo, fuck the dragon, even! Nothing, absolutely nothing in the world that makes me not notice two Eamon tags can be tolerated in the least. I'll delete the account, uninstall the software from my computer, and damn the whole fucking idea straight to Jonathan Vision's deepest hell.
Vade retro, satanas!!
By now, of course, Eamon-mun had given up on me, which makes me even sadder, and angrier at damn Second Life! I hate failing people, I get furious when somebody at work tried to keep me from catching my bus - and then that!! Utterly intolerable...
That damn over-hyped application is so totally non multi-tasking compatible, it eats your whole brainwidth worse than a phone call, you don't notice the time passing or how cold it gets while you try to marshal your measly 3D avatar.
japanologist talked me into trying it (thus getting me to miss tags from Jack and Seth because he was talking a blue streak at me via IM), then I tried, and then.I got sucked in. I forgot. I hardly noticed people coming online; poor
nazgulwears got almost ignored. I pushed my avatar around, flew, walked under water, tickled a dragon, dressed in purple and then preferred my more usual browns and greens, then fiddled with the avi's hair, then drove around with a very unhandy car, and then...In the meanwhile, the mailbox had chimed, unheeded. And when I looked, there were two tags from Eamon in there. 45 minutes old, that I had overlooked because of damn Second Life.
That's utterly unforgivable. Fuck Second Life, fuck the posh-sounding idea of me being a trend scout for Red Bear House, fuck Sethos Barbosa and his fluffy hairdo, fuck the dragon, even! Nothing, absolutely nothing in the world that makes me not notice two Eamon tags can be tolerated in the least. I'll delete the account, uninstall the software from my computer, and damn the whole fucking idea straight to Jonathan Vision's deepest hell.
Vade retro, satanas!!
By now, of course, Eamon-mun had given up on me, which makes me even sadder, and angrier at damn Second Life! I hate failing people, I get furious when somebody at work tried to keep me from catching my bus - and then that!! Utterly intolerable...
