gonzo phenomenology of virtual worlds
OK, what happened last night?
I am not sure I am able to answer that question, but it all started with a single Tweet…
It doesn't matter that it is 00:53AM, and that I just woke up… It is party time!
Between 00:30 and 01:45 I woke up, got a digest version of a hot shower which I planned for 3 hours earlier, choose outfit, posted this twit and teleported in front of the club. Ops… pardon,… my human did. I took over an hour latter, in the darkness and loud music of 250-people techno club.

Well, it is fair, isn't it? My human plays with my avatar from time to time. Quite often, actually. So? Why cannot I play with our meat, flesh and bones and have one night in the meatspace? Or my regular night from time to time? For grid's sake, I am not Mr. Hyde to not let me go out sometimes? But all this was not enough. During the negotiations, I even offered my human to guest post at this blog.
You already owe me that. You took my column in the magazine. Bitch.
OK, I did. But it was a job for me. It is great to have an avatar writing about all that tech and internet stuff. I am earning us all those hosting fees and virtual land, dammit. And, I want to dance sometimes too! To dance, not just to run in the animation. Anyway, the night went on.
At one moment somebody mentioned second life, asked me something. Oh, nonono… we're not going to talk about second life. Or was it in the morning? I don't know. It was just before the dawn when we left the club and headed to chillout apartment. It was starting to snow and teleports are always down in the meatspace so I logged off. At least, until we're in the warm and cozy again.
And that is right where we landed, warm, cozy and colorful. Yes, I was really too bad to my human last night. I took over again. It was me in charge most of the time. And it was good. As morning developed it was more my set of thoughts, situations and personal relationships than my human's. If you know what I mean. If you don't, then nevermind. It is funny to see what second life can teach you.

Problem with those chillout parties is that after one point they can last for ages. Sense of time fades away and it is not really important if it is 9AM, noon or late afternoon. It can go as long as there are enough food, drink and other necessities around. At one moment you just have to cut it. And any moment is good as any other.
Human frowned the face while leaving, looking the bright snowy morning through the curtains: "Gotta make myself in tune with reality outside."
She smiled: "Oh, fuck the reality".
14 Responses for "Whose Reality Is This"
Whoa - you got a night on the town in the atomic world?! Gods, I’d love to try that!
I’ve been trying to talk the Other Personality into a tattoo, but no luck yet - maybe if I borrowed the body for a night, and just brought it back a little modified…. :P
What a fantastic, fantastic, thought provoking post!
And, hey, I miss seeing you around!
Believe me, it is great. Like a little mermaid :p
But I wouldn’t dare to take the borrowed body to a tattoo shop. Just can’t risk the revenge my human can come up with.
I know exactly what you mean dandellion . I joined my flesh&bone version to a salsaparty the other day and it got pretty late too, but knowing my human buddy quite well , i never let get things out of hand because he could easily end up drunk and tattooed . So at 02:30 in the morning i told his wife to take him home. It was not for his sake btw , i just don’t want to end up in sl with him deciding to never take off that ugly tattootextured shirt. thats all !!!
*laughs* Wise decision. Btw, you were on a good grounds for takeovers from the metaverse. I mean, salsaparty. Is there any place where an avatar is more like home?
*giggles* I always search for the hotsalsa pose-balls on those parties . too bad they are always occupied. so we have to improvise and try to copy the moves a little .
That is an illusion. You don’t need pose-balls in the meatspace. Those anims are hard-coded in us ;)
OMG do you think?? I always feel a little lost without them . pose-balls give me that secure feeling that everything goes well, and if it doesn’t i can blame it on the balls. I Guess i can’t handle the freedom in meatspace. I will definitely try it the next time though. ;-)
That feeling of being secure with poseballs is a great illusion made by Linden’s. It is an artificial feeling made so we don’t care about all out-of-sync and non-aligned avatars. Probably some kind of drug they give us while we’re sleeping.
Ik now but the drug makes me feel so good , that and the “structured environment”
of SL. In firstworld i tend to make dreams come true and in SL i feel more down to earth. i need it. ;-)
“structured environment”? See what drugs do to you? There is no structure in SL, Take a red pill, my boy.
D*mn, i think those SL patches to get me off SL have some side-effects !!!!
thank you dandellion. ;-)))) And I’ll choose the red ones in the future
omg Leroy… and I always was thinking it was your human dragging you (and me -lol) to those salsa balls…. And be careful: only the red pills, not the red balls, please!
yeah zippora i had to find out the “hard” way by spending 3hours on the toilet after consuming a red ball. Why does nobody tag those balls with ” do not eat please” !!!!!
omg, leroy, one can have fun on a red ball, trust me… but not by eating it :)
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