More problems with the current RC client. This one? I do believe I can state this quantifiably, just from observance: LL rushed it, and the coding collapsed.
And man, the latest Girl Genius...I have to hand it to the Foglios, that's very nearly Whedonesque.
I did not know Rheta Shan, save as a name here and there in design news. Last month, Second Life lost her, and didn't even know why for some time. I admit, the news shook me slightly, sent me back to earlier losses. Some things will never truly stop aching, I know this, I know this well.
But it's not even that, it's not even the "Why doesn't [X] log in anymore?" question. I know I'm covered--in the event of my death, my RL wife will likely (if able) be able to tell people I've passed. But there are others I know, including at least one love, who'd have no one around them to send me word, their dear friends word, if they passed away suddenly.
SL or RL, that's scary to contemplate.
Changing the topic, this remains brilliant. (If you haven't heard the Bob Dylan original, then listen--but the soft plaintive strains of Dylan, while wonderful, have been transformed into glass-glitter rage by MCR; it's a shockingly feral version of the song.) Even more impressive? Gerard Way wanting to record something, anything for the Watchmen movie. Why? Because he wanted to be a comic book artist after reading that comic. It's what made him a comic book artist, and, in a weird way, helped launch him and the band on the music scene in the first place.
So without Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons, and the Watchmen? We wouldn't have My Chemical Romance. That's all kinds of nifty, right there.
(And, errm, yes, the vid's fixed now.)
From Lightesword Xue in this forum thread on XStreet:
A big thank you to LL.
Thank You for screwing things up.
Thank You for not listening.
Thank You for ignoring the little man.
Thank You for designing a pretty paper weight.
Thank You for stomping the common player flat.
Thank You for ruining the SLX, since same passwords have no real importance.
Thank You for hiring monkeys to do a programming job.
I also Thank You for making things harder on the rest of us and our customers.
Yeah. By report--by loud clamoring report--the Labs, in their unquenched zeal to link up Second Life and XStreet in every conceivable way known to avatar or pocketbook, have broken the sales platform.
Nearly everyone spoken with or heard from to date has had the same problem--log in (with their fancy new "You can use your SL password, how easy is that?" system), then hit virtually anything save the forums...and have to log in again. Browse the site, log in again. Look at your own items (if you're a merchant), log in again. Edit the picture on something, log in again. Look at another maker's line, log in again.
Even more telling? Transactions are down. So not only is everyone having to log in every two seconds, but they can't pull funds out of their XStreet accounts--even just back into Second Life!
Massive, massive breakage. And no word I've found from the Lindens about when--or if--they plan to fix it.
SL is turning SIX this June! Want to party with us? the log-in screen chirpily asked.
NO was the only answer that came to mind.
And this ran across the eyes today, referring to this JIRA post, wherein your Faithful Correspondent had to weigh in, even if only briefly.
I'll say here what I won't say there--that has to be the single most idiotic JIRA filing I have ever seen, and I have willingly participated in some stupid JIRA filings! There is zero comparison being being deceived on someone's gender in SL, and being actually, physically raped, and I--and I'm sure I'm not alone in this--am actually deeply offended that someone is even trying to compare the two as equivalent trauma.
Now, I have made no bones about the fact that--to lift her pointless term for a moment--I have been "cyber-raped". I've spoken about it here, I've spoken about it on other blogs. Do I think such an action can cause emotional harm? Yes. Do I think such an action can cause some mental stress? Sure. I am thoroughly understanding that some (emotional, mental) trauma does occur.
But at the end of the day, even if I get caught up in roleplay, that is my choice. I have to agree to the situation, even if only by clicking on a poseball set. It is then my responsibility to play the scene out, or to say no, or to leave. If I am in a situation where there is continuing IM interaction, it is then my choice to mute the other avatar, or to leave the grid.
Damaging? Sure. Forgetting my ability to stand up, say no, and walk out? Absolutely, but at that point, it's as much my problem as the fellow who's not listening to me say no.
(And I'll tell you something else, I haven't told anyone--one of the fellows I used to roleplay with, and no, I'm not telling you which one--IMed me after six months of not playing in Lumindor. He thanked me. Why? Because I gave him--how did he put it? An authentic rape experience.
(I had no idea what else to say other than, You're welcome--I mean, really, what do you say to that? Do I think that now he's safe from raping someone else, in the real world? Hells, no. Do I think it satisfied some dark urge in him, at least for a while, and maybe--just maybe--he won't make the switch to real life rape? Some part of me does, whether that's my naiveté or not.
(And no, before the outrage pours in--rape is still a not-good thing. Don't even come back to me and tell me I'm on the side of rape, I am not. I'm simply saying--even as traumatic as that particular instance got, because I stupidly did not teleport away--even that was recoverable, understandable, as time passed.)
But to connect partnering with someone in world, who was not honest about their gender beyond the screen? To call that "cyber-rape"?? I still have burn scars on my real arms, that are never going to go away. IT IS NOT THE SAME THING.
And to tie things up on a less ranting note...
This is a still-screen capture from a zombies vs. humans game called Left 4 Dead. You must click for the larger version to really get the joke. The character in the bloodied panties and the crop top? Is a perpetual hazard called the Witch.
The reason that capture made me giggle insanely when I found it, though, has nothing to do--per se--with the character, and everything to do with the personals ad above the character. The one that starts out, Are you single?