grumble grumble…
I logged in tonight to join the NMC’s Buzz session on Plork “a reflection on adults at play and work” (get it PLay wORK – PLORK).
On logging in I was confronted with this rather shapely version of myself. Not too bad, but I wasn’t ready to set off to the event dressed like this! This isn’t the first gender bending accident I’ve had in Second Life so I followed the same procedure I had last time that brought me back to my testosterone infused alter ego. (Aeth has more time to go to the gym than I do…) No luck…in fact it made it worse Second Life froze and refused to open…so I downloaded the new client. Still “body part not found in database” Now I’ve been busy and have been joking that I’d loose my head if it wasn’t screwed on. Apparently this is not the case in SL where one’s parts can easily be mislaid (anyone else humming King Missle?). While I’m busy looking for my parts near St. Marks Place, time is ticking away and so is the opportunity to gnash on some plork.
I think I am most peeved because I recently had spent a fair amount of time getting Aeth to look less like a Ken doll and more like me. We’ve been talking about the “emotion work” researchers sometimes have to do when using qualitative methods – this ruffling of my virtual persona has me more upset that probably is warranted. I’ll hang onto that for now, it seems like a thread that may need to be tugged on later.
No fresh plork for me…real work is calling (I’ll let you know how work on the PlayhD is coming later).