I kinda hate Second Life.
And here’s why: I can’t get my stinkin’ avatar to look right. And it’s not like a little tweak here or there. Like old age, it’s hair bursting from places it shouldn’t. It’s a hat I can’t remove. My skin is stagnant. I have no idea what’s going on. I’m fairly certain I’m going to have to have my husband help me and I really don’t want to do that. He’s an engineer and stupidly smart and I hate giving him the satisfaction of assisting me. J Nah, he should be able to help out pretty well. I’m sure we’ll get this figured out. I’m pretty astounded by the vastness of Second Life. It’s just . . . huge. And I get the sense I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface. This week, a couple avatars tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t figure out how to talk back yet, so they wandered off, a little miffed, I think. Once I get the hang of it, I’ll apologize.
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