Bald and Half-Baked

Oh the issues frustrate the virtual poo outta me. Not that the lag wasn't bad enough as is, I had on my Llama suit (Grendel's Children) wandering the island as nobody was really online. I failed to get a pic of the llama laying pretty on a cushion but she sure was a sight at the DMX game I was invited to. My head was in the way of my card however, so I decided to switch to a smaller avatar and put my beaver av on :D Well -- that got comments, some of them not so nice as you can imagine, so I went back to myself. Or tried to. I ended up ruthed in this really ODD position mid-air near my DMX seat, and with no hair. Re-logged, and came back un-ruthed, but still with no hair. I knew deep down in my heart that it wasn't gonna work, but I still tried to attach a new hair and got the famous "Cannot complete attachment. An attachment is pending for that spot." Rebaking did NOT help. So, I finished my round bald and finally ended up relogging under an alt who surprisingly had no issues whatsoever! Stupid SL. It was a quiet night all around though and for once I was actually bored on SL.

SL? RL? Huh? LOL....

So I've been in SL (Second Life) for about 8 months now and let me say - the Morning Show was right to call it addicting. Literally, SL can be anything you want it to be. Due to my own experiences in SL, I get a bit irked when people refer to it as a "game" however. Certainfly for some its only purpose is to roleplay anything from Zombie Hunters to Millionaire Playboys. For most however, it is a journey. It is a means to create your own world and live in it as you see fit. Live? Yes, live.

I decided to start this blog to chronicle my time in SL from the eyes of one who has been befriended, betrayed, partnered, married, even handfasted (in RL) to a man from there. After 8 months of relationship hell, a RL friend of mine grew tired of seeing me so constantly played and hurt that he partnered me in SL just so that I would have the company I needed while I went on about my "life" there, and to keep the assholes off me. Call it a "pity-partner" if you will, it was a rescue from a virtual emotional hell.

For the most part, it worked and having his name showing as my partner in my profile does do a bit of good to keep me focused on exploring the sims with him, making sure he's having a good time, thus preventing me from being tempted to stray on and seek someone else to break my heart. Now I can concentrate on building friendships, building objects (I'm partial to making scripted swords), and tending to my estate, a beautiful 6-lot plot on the southeast corner of Beachcomber Isle.

So... care to get to know the real Jyllie and why she is the way she is?