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Aw, adorable stoat baby

My new all-singing, all-dancing, 64-bit butt kicker graphic computer has allowed me to revisit all kinds of funness. Like Second Life.

I opened an account at Second Life four years ago (long-time readers almost certainly will not remember Monkeyface McShavedperson). But my old computer and my busy life meant I didn’t spend much time at it.

So, take two. New computer, no life. Until I am clever enough to build my own avatar, I had to buy one. Closest I could get to a stoat was this here albino ferret. Close but not quite right.

Fortunately, I was able to upload some graphics that were a little more…me. Here’s my game face.

I’ve already made one girl scream. Yay!

Anyhow, that’s the signal characteristic of Second Life — users can make things. There’s a simple 3D builder program and scripting language built in, and you can upload images and textures (for a small fee). It’s lead to a thriving online economy in virtual objects. A sort of Market of Weirdness.

Of course, this also makes SL laggy and hinky. You have to stand in one place for a while before you’ve downloaded all the custom objects and textures and your surroundings settle down a little.

The real appeal? I take a sneaking pleasure overhearing conversations, especially between users who have voice enabled. It’s like the old days when the phone lines would go fuckup and you could listen to a mystery conversation between strangers miles away. I’m not proud of this.

Also, people seem to love to say “Stooooateeeee.” I am proud of this.

Oh, and no cracks about furries, m’kay? At least a few SL persons frequent this blog and they’ve been very kind to me (to them, a promise — I will never, ever wear my game face on the nice side of town).

Also, it’s in the back of my mind I might some day make my living crafting really good furry porn.


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:06 am

long-time readers almost certainly will not remember Monkeyface McShavedperson

You do us an injustice, ma’am. Although I’ll concede I was not a reader when you first posted that. Do careful readers of back blogposts count?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:10 am

Oh, dear — did you do that, Can’t hark?

I did that to Lileks’ blog when I first started reading him and kinda gave myself a Lileks allergy. He’s very, very good…but you can get too big a dose of anything.

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:15 am

Um. Yes. I did. And enjoyed nearly every minute of it–being sensible enough to move quickly through those threads I was likely to find inhospitable. But they were on the whole few–and the rest of it was a rollicking ride. It probably helps to be a bit obsessive, but really–it wasn’t all that unlike reading certain post-modern novels.

Admittedly, one could take that comment more than one way. . .but I am no enemy of post-modernism, although I don’t embrace all its ramifications. And in this case it was meant complimentarily.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:19 am

I apologize for the dark place where my cat went missing.

Loved that cat.

Comment from Delta
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:24 am

You must send an SOS

Comment from Can\’t hark my cry
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:42 am

I apologize for the dark place where my cat went missing.

I’m kinda guessing Delta’s post is actually on-topic, here, so I’ll try to be brief–and please pardon my panegyric. Having had some difficult feline companions over the years, I mourned Daemon as you did–albeit a couple of years late. For the rest–your blog charmed and educated me–and still does both those things. I remain awestruck by the minions, a really fascinating group over time and at any time (um, worrying a bit about BillT?). Your graphics are impressive, but so is your writing, and you have an absorbing range of interests. (Eeeewww! this is getting gross!) Forgive me for descending into schmaltzy sentiment, but I honestly bless the day I stumbled into sweasel.com

OK. I’ll shut up now.

Comment from Mono The Elderish
Time: March 2, 2011, 2:30 am

well, I also enjoy the strange looks i get when people read over my shoulder. It Means i’m doing something right.

Comment from XBradTC
Time: March 2, 2011, 3:35 am

Completely O/T, but this week’s “Country Life” has a cover story “Badgers- Beauty or the Beast”

Well, Stoaty?

Inquiring minds want to know…

Comment from Glen Richards
Time: March 2, 2011, 3:56 am

Yeah, SL can be seriously frustrating, but seeing the work of amazingly talented artists and hanging out with clever and funny folks usually makes up for it. I originally joined just to see the 1920s Berlin sim that was being created. Along the way, I’ve met some really neat people, especially those in the Tinies community. Tinies are fun, creative, non-threatening, goofy critters that have *nothing* to do with furries (lol)!

SL vividly demonstrates the good, bad and ugly of humanity – fortunately you can pretty easily choose where in that spectrum you want to be!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 12:27 pm

I have just been informed by the locals that our little corner of heaven has a Badger Problem. They’ve been out clearing the ditches on the local farmland and discovered there are rather more of the buggers than anyone knew.

(Glen, I’d like to be all three of those things, please. On alternate days).

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:13 pm

There is no such thing as ‘a Badger Problem’.

And anyone round these parts seen carrying a large heavy shovel is going to get a dime dropped on ’em.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 1:59 pm

What he means is…farmer’s aren’t allowed to kill ’em. So they smack them over the head with shovels and leave the bodies in the road.

Or, as one woman put it in the coffee shop this morning, look out for a huge increase in badger road accidents.

Comment from Deborah
Time: March 2, 2011, 4:38 pm

But … but … I don’t understand. What kind of problem could Badgers create? I know they are not generally what you’d call a friendly critter, but problems?

(If anymore American schools and colleges have to give up their politically incorrect “Indian” mascots, I’m going to suggest Baby Stoats wearing Game Faces.)

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 5:18 pm

They eat meat, Deborah. Not exclusively, and they’re not really hunters, but they’ll get into your chickens. Or your newborn lambs.

And they dig like bastards.

Comment from Mrs. Hill
Time: March 2, 2011, 5:36 pm

“…they smack them over the head with shovels and leave the bodies in the road.”

Mustelids and shovels – Aieeeeeee!!! I’ve spent a lifetime trying to forget the trauma of seeing “Ring of Bright Water” on the big screen (one of only a handful of films I saw in a theater as a kid) – the otter’s eye view of the shovel coming down remains seared in my memory. ::shudder::

Why the hate? Do cows break their legs in badger holes the way they do in groundhog holes? Oops! Knew I should’a refreshed before posting. Even as a “naughty shepherdess” (thank you, Stoatie), I’m still on the side of the badgers!

Comment from Deborah
Time: March 2, 2011, 8:40 pm

Oh. Oh dear.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 2, 2011, 8:58 pm

aiiiiiiiiiiiii! MRS HILL! I was utterly traumatized by that movie, too. I can’t believe Uncle B sent me a copy without warning me.

I was all, like, “wait! WHAT?!”

Comment from Pupster
Time: March 2, 2011, 11:12 pm

the otter’s eye view of the shovel coming down

God damn it.

*gets therapist on speed dial*

Comment from Mrs. Hill
Time: March 2, 2011, 11:34 pm

Exactly! It sets you up for a “happily ever after,” then *BAM!*

And we kids were in the theater on a school outing – busloads of unsuspecting preteens from around the county trundled in for a “treat.” When I get my time machine, there will be questions – Oy!

Comment from Mitchell
Time: March 3, 2011, 12:48 am

Y’all been watching otter snuff-films? Sickos.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 3, 2011, 1:03 am

It’s a lovely sweet Disneyriffic romp through the idyllic life of an adopted otter, right up to the moment a terrified neighbor thinks he’s a wild otter and smashes him dead with a shovel. You never see it coming.

I saw it a few years ago. I remember thinking all movies were like that in 1969. They couldn’t just make a nice movie about a fucking sweet otter. Oh, no.

Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: March 3, 2011, 1:46 am

He was just paying you back for spending all that time in the loo, Stoaty, trying to flush it all down.

Here! Watch a traumatic film! See if you can leave me waiting at the ladies room door with impunity!

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