Saturdays in
SecondLife have lately meant a lot of strange problems for me. All my remarks in Instant Message and local chat are repeated, any tip I give get repeated also until I leave the sim and my HUD´s and AO´s turn themselves off anytime I try to use them. Frankly it´s more than a little tedious!
If I weren't the most patient man in SecondLife I would complain and rant ferociously, as it is you just get this whimper instead.
Today I had one of my
"have-to-go"-events lined up, the opening of the
Gay Archipelago´s Winter Festival. My son
Guyke was a grass widower (
Ziggy was away in first life for one of his hellish weekend work shifts) so I forced the boy to accompany me.
Well, once I thought I was ready dressing and teleported to the party I landed in snow, which really shouldn't have been a surprise to me considering it was a winter festival duhhh! As a trendsetter and fashionista extraordinaire it was of course impossible for me to go to this particular party in a tee and capris, so back home I went to change
a-g-a-i-n. I choose to blame it all on my bad cold and my fever, although I should think others will have alternative theories on the matter.
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Mitch and Garth, the happy couple |
We got there a bit late and missed out on
George Michaels and
Ricky Martins appearances, but were in time for
DJ Avacar´s great set and in time for the two most thrilling events of the party, the northern lights show and my buddy
Garth Raleighs proposal to his beau
Mitch Underwood.
Luckily - and to Garth´s and the party guests great joy and relief - Mitch immediately and happily accepted whereupon heartfelt congratulations to the happy couple ensued, totally against the rules of the Winterfests ban on chat spam, but no one really cared about rules at that point.
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Guyke and I |