Molly IMed me today to wish me a happy ready. Turns out the today marks five years since I joined the amazing world of Second Life.
Wonder if it counts if I’ve not been in for 6 months…
Molly IMed me today to wish me a happy ready. Turns out the today marks five years since I joined the amazing world of Second Life.
Wonder if it counts if I’ve not been in for 6 months…
Three years ago today I logged in to my first ever virtual world of any sort. I have been one and then I was two, but now I am three.
At one I wrote a lot about how my life had changed and I had a big old party. At two I did neither. At three I think I shall only do the former.
I came in as the Boy Next Door av and was lost. I enjoyed flying, but kept myself to myself and found the world cold and sort of unfriendly. I camped. I wanted a better skin. I gave up camping and put some money into my life. I ended up at Murray. I made some poor choices. I wasted so much time pissing about fighting silly griefers when I could have been doing something worthwhile. Still, I made friends and laughed a lot. I remember looking like an extra from The Matrix for a while *shakes head*. I was like a child growing up, distracted by what my more eloquent friends would call ephemera but in reality was just crap. I didn’t take photos for the first six months because I didn’t realise they could be free – hell, at first I didn’t know you even had a camera. The only shots I have of me at this time are after the Murray & griefer fighting stage. I was no longer a Neo-clone but back to being the boy next door, just with some spending money…
I continued to grow up. I bought land, began to explore, began to learn about the history of the world. I wanted more. I was hungry for something. I found I had few friends left, people leaving or partnering up or getting on with their lives. I started to travel, to write and I began to suspect I had found a purpose. I began a process of remoulding myself. I stripped away what I was and had been. I became abstracted. I changed. I became the gazelle. My form solidified.
I continued to grow up. I mourned – and still mourn – the loss of so many friends, but I met so many new ones. I had left home, left my family and was now in the world on my own. It had taken a year but I had done it. I found new outlets for my creative purpose. I joined the show, I explored, I wrote tales, I took photographs.
And now, three years into my second life, I continue to grow up. I am still in the show, but my explorations and photography have given way to an increased desire to roleplay and write. In the last few months I have created and written more than I had done in the entire preceding two and a half years. After years of looking without realising it, I have found a community for the first time. I am making new friends – this time though, my old friends aren’t leaving and vanishing, indeed one or two of my oldest friends may even be on their way back which makes me very happy indeed (come back Anni – I miss you!). I am on the cusp of a new phase of my second life – although it ceased being my second life a long time ago and is simply my life, as real as my house, family and work.
I’m a lucky Burro. I continue to grow up. I look forward to the next twelve months with excitement.
I is three.
Last night was Alphonso Pidgeon’s first SL birthday and he threw a huge party at Club Crypt, a great club in a sim he and the rest of his mates in Genius Inc built recently. Janey and I went along, but not before making sure we were somking hot!

Alph looked he usual badass (that’s a colonial expression for spiffing, I think) self and was dancing his wee heart out…

Janey and I couldn’t help but join in ![]()

And despite SL’s best efforts to crash me out again and again, I had a great time. Happy Burpday Alph!