I’ve got two new friends, Jackson Jacks and CK Emoto. Well, new versions of old friends, anyway;the masi guy, Tim Jackson and our own little bookstress, CK.
The three of us spent the wee hours of Saturday night, or
Sunday morning, depending on your disposition, exploring the wonderful dork forest of Second Life . I say dork now because it makes me feel
better about the fact that I actually rather enjoyed it. You know, I never really did play dungeons
and dragons in high school, but maybe I should give that a shot, too.
Jackson Jacks looked like some massive Viking of
questionable sexuality. Seriously, it
was creepy, and as evidenced by this picture, he wasn’t afraid to show it
off. And, of course, CK, never one to
shy away from a little bare midriff, well, you know, showed a little, uh, skin.
We were all three very much newbies, and between CK typing
anywhere but where she was supposed to, Jacks' unfortunate Mohawk, and my lack
of virtual motor skills, we wore our minimal expertise on our sleeves.
It does strike me as comparable to an advanced version of
the Sims, but with real people. Or
really virtual people. I’m not sure if
my first life allows too much extra time to begin a second one, but it clearly
has marketing implications all over it. There’s no question that we don’t connect so linearly as we once did.
Geographic boundaries don’t necessarily provide relationship boxes like ten
year olds on the same cul-de-sac.
But, it’s still hard to put your finger on. It’s clear that just because this life is virtual,
doesn’t mean that SL citizens care any less about them. If we treat second life like we’ve already
treated the original one, one of two things will happen; there will be no more
Second Life, or no more us in Second Life, one or the other.
So, at this point, I’ll just enjoy perusing the Crayon
offices a bit more, and figuring out what’s what with my new favorite “sort of”
real people, CK Emoto and Jackson Jacks. If you’d like to find me, this is Dallas Dibou, and I’ve officially blogged about Second
Life, which makes me just a little dorkier and just a little smarter. And I’m
good with both.
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