We share our thoughts, discuss our adventures, and engage in a bit of amateur sociology which is not as boring as you think. Our current mission is to find a language that makes a virtual baby in particular and Second Life in general legitimate to outsiders, and which lets us share our joy without glossing over issues. That is probably mission impossible.
This blog is in two voices. Iyoba does most of the writing because she is "on the ground" in Second Life. She knows how rare rain is on her skin, and she is not afraid to fall off a three story building. She hates falling through soft spots. She can afford to have a conscience. She shares most of my memories but she really does sometimes think for herself and can pretty much write about anything except some things that I share with her.
By contrast, I pay the bills. Iyoba calls me the One Who Thinks She Knows and refers to humans generally as Ones for short. A better title for me would be One Who Has to Self Censor. Such is life. Not everything is bloggable. I am also The One Who is RUTHLESS and stuck with the tough decisions. That is a wonderful responsibility, but it does not inherently make me better than my cats, my turtle, or Iyoba. Being powerful puts you on top, but remember " real life" is sometimes a sewer, but not Second Life, unless I bring the ugliness inworld with me.
My job is to discuss where Second Life interfaces with the "real world." That means money, race, gender issues, time management, and the uncanny valley, and maybe some human-technology issues. Iyoba's ground level perceptions fill in the language and words I can't always find. She is an avie and does not have to justify herself to Ones. That she exists at all and has a voice speaks for itself. To help keep things straight, I use this color on the blog when I write as myself.
Petrichor does not have a voice because he is able to communicate, but not able to talk or write yet. He is after all just a baby. The same goes for our Zwickies, KoLis, and my cats, turtle, grocery cart, cell phone, and computers in "real life." Iyoba and I have to speak for all of them.
And yes there is an RSS Feed.
I could call this an existential threat, but it's such a baked in bug, it's almost a feature. Besides, Petrichor is with me. We interact every time my One Who Thinks She Knows is in world, and I love him. He is very much alive and content, or as content as a small Zooby child can be. Still, if he were a breedable he would be a "forever" or "retired", a candidate for culling. He can still use toys and wear clothes, but Zooby no longer has any growth for him. Since Labor Day 2017, back in September, we've been on our own with lots of help from the One.
This is NOT a fool's errand, mostly because humans as in Ones take a long time to grow to adult size and ability. Petrichor doesn't have to grow all the way up, or grow up in the way of Ones to mature and develop. All we need is for him to become a small boy and then a more mature small boy. The One, who insists she cannot script, has built and updated a talker HUD. We used this even before Pet hit Stage Seventy because Zooby did not give him enough words. Words gave Petrichor depth of personality. The talker also gives Petrichor random phrases. That means he and I can have short conversations that sound reasonable because I am free to answer as I choose and in accordance with the situation, but longer conversations sounded like word salad. Then again, little kids, are not great conversationalists so this was alright...for now.
Actually, the One and I had other concerns besides improving Petrichor's conversational skills. Petrichor is developmentally approaching what would be his third birthday if he were a little One Who Thinks He Knows. That means it is not a great idea to bathe with him any more or to hover over him in the bath. Small children receive privacy in American culture. Certainly, Petrichor can't pee in the open with me watching and the camera rolling. Our Stick n' Dick has served its purpose, and since Petrichor sleeps in the yard, the house we needed to house all his furniture, the Not a Handsome Home built to assauge our grief the summer after our debacle with Never Be Solo is obsolete.
Of course my One and I have tried to make our yard as small child friendly as possible. It is full of flying and running creatures, and there is the Sprinkler Tinkler Mega Fountain that shoots off one of about a dozen different liquids or solids every time you touch it. Petrichor can and does run through the world's most exciting sprinkler. We also have a climbing rainbow, that I've discovered is a great spotting tool. Petrichor loves both rain and rainbows.
Petrichor has different needs now besides just running around. The One Who Thinks She Knows, who uses her own development to figure Petrichor's (I'm an avie so I didn't have a childhood. Somehow I'm glad about that, but for Petrichor it's different and the same is probably true for the One though I can never be sure about her.) says Petrichor needs to start learning to draw and the alphabet and numbers. She calls this last reading readiness. It's a stage that goes on for a while. We need a writing/drawing board, but this blackboard didn't cut it for obvious reasons. The chalk is clumsy and the images vanish after a minute.
Our first attempt to expand Petrichor's world was a website on a prim. My One gave me the link to Project Gutenberg which has a whole shelf of children's books. Due to copyright, the books are ancient. Also some of them don't have links inside of them, and neither of us were all that thrilled with what we found. Since clothes are a large part of Petrichor's world, we tried a link to Doll Divine and ran into Adobe Flash issues, we can't solve any time soon. Maybe we need a trip back to Petrichor's world was a website on a prim. My One gave me the link to Project Gutenberg.
At one point, my One helped me buy Petrichor a notecard messageboard from WarBug. It works even though it is both solid and transparent in the back as in "What were they thinking." Petrichor can now read along with or at least listen to and see written out, nursery rhymes. We can also play counting games. The thing is huge. The text only comes in one color, and you can't add illustrations. Boards in Second Life accept words or pictures but not both.
Of course pictures with spirograph.... My One wouldn't le me stop playing with the numbers. We're not sure if Petrichor is old enough to do much except to pick the numbers randomly and see what happens, but all kids love spin art and spirograph is sort of spin art when you think about it.
Still the best suggestion to help with Petrichor's growth came from Zooby and the Zooby chat group itself. A parent casually let it drop that typing /1 YOUR BABY'S NAME says "whatever" gets the baby to speak in local chat. Of course this is a bit too much like a handpuppet, but we have the talker to keep things random from time to time. With the talker... I reasoned, this might give Petrichor conversation and conversation could change our travels.
But first we needed to see if conversation really worked at home. This was my first real attempt. This was just /1 Petrichor says without the talker HUD to get things started. Since we were looking at nursery rhymes, I asked Pet what he thought of good old, Baa Baa Blacksheep. Both my One and I love that ruminant. Petrichor, of course has another opinion. He's past the stage of meltdowns, and definitely ready to be mouthy.
Then it was on to Slow. Slow has been a bone of contention between Petrichor and me forever. Petrichor hated the place because it was not an amusement park. I loved the place because it's sun drenched streets, flooded landscape, and reed grass along with changing seasons put an Out of Sorts One at ease.
One of the things I forgot about on Slow were rain rooms. There are three of them. They are wonderful. Rain is precious in Second Life. Petrichor asked me to dance in the rain with him, since he has to travel strapped on. Petrichor sat in the cool water and slowly he changed his mind and we discussed it. I'll have to have the One update the talker, but it was good to get the conversation started.
Iyoba BatOni -- June 8, 2018
Second Life has been fantastic to Petrichor and me. This is in spite of the loss of the Health Link New York Archipelago and Eagle Island2, and a few other sims. Of course the One has been incredibly out of sorts. Sometimes I really feel sorry for her, because she sometimes has really good reasons. She can explain this better than I can, but sometimes she just frustrates me.
When that happens I take my cue from Petrichor. If we go dancing, I still have to strap him on me. This is not a great situation. The One Who Thinks She Knows thinks he is about equivalent to a three year old One which means we have to stop handling him like a sack of potatoes and leave him home more often, but he's been raised liking music. There are clubs where you can't take a baby but SLife which is short for Sexy Life Brasil (The spelling is intentional) is NOT one of them, and the music is more than just oldies. The club is nice, outdoors, neara beach...and when we teleported there... it was purple.
The club wsalso empty, but we didn't let that perturb us. Sometimes you just get an old announcement, but the indoor purple club... "Petrichor," I told my son. "This whole island has received a makeover. I think we need to explore." We found the door to the outside world. Now SLife has gone through more makeovers than I can count. It started out as a mature region, because there were no adult regions. It featured street dancing, the latest style of mall, mesh, a tropical theme, in no particular order...and now this gorgeous prefab stucco.
And this brewery inspired the One Who Thinks She Knows to add it to the Explore SL Spread Sheet, except SLife is an adult sim. The brew pub is prefab, and we can find it in its orignal location. We are adding it to our do-list.
Actually the One Who Thinks She Knows has very little against adding adult sims to the Explore SL Spread Sheet. Her main problem is that they require payment info on file, and if the brewery is in a more accessible location... Exile, on the other hand is entirely adult sim and original. It reminds both the One and I of Sudare Gami Town, a gritty, realistic Japanese urban sim. Adult rating or no Exile, or Hinsao as the town is called, makes the list.
Then my One got a chance to try doing her research to write the big, positive, pro-Zooby article she has wanted to write since whenever, and as Petrichor's mom of course I get the chance to help. The Zooby Parents grouop began to allow chat. Most of the time it is about how and where to buy things or how to use things, but every so often a conversation becomes more interesting, and yes, there are families with six to ten or more babies. How they take care of them all and how those babies develop personalities is beyond me. I guess if we gather enough chat logs and then go interview some of the more articulate or brave chatters, we may actually learn. As my One has cautioned you and me, there is not a lot of good English words for talking positively and thoughtfully about Zooby babies. The One and I have been thinking a lot about Petrichor, but that is for another blog.
And as the One and I have both told you, a bond with even one Zooby baby is not a given or an easy task. This picture of the "dormitory" as I call it when Petrichor is within hearing at Bundles of Joy Adoption Agency. This is a whole room of failed relationships. This, according to my One, is what makes bonding an interesting subject. But, alas, in the middle of all this good news....
This blog was hit with an existential threat. It all began on May 11. After a series of spam emails from something called Site Lock which now came with my Ready Hosting subscription. Ready Hosting is where this blog lives, when it lives. I told Ready Hosting to take Site Lock where the sun doesn't shine. Now, in point of fact my intro page at Tacheiru.us was hacked. Somebody vandalized it with a nonworking PHP redirect and a silent div <div style="display: none"> (as in invisible) div full of links to cheap Chinese clothing sites. This is ugly. It's vandalism. It doesn't make Readyhosting look good. Maybe it makes a fool of Google. A few edits, cleaned it up. I realoaded the front page, changed the password and thought the worst was over. A rattled Iyoba took me for a walk and a swim from Africa Live in Estings to the regions to the south and west. Sometimes walking with my avie in Second Life makes me feel better. That is how we discovered the secret road beneath the airport in Jorgie. There is a whole race track down there.
Little did I know, that like whatever races on that underwater track, I was about to go round in some serious and unpleasant circles. On the Friday before Memorial Day weekend, my sites at Ready Hosting (No jerks, you don't get a link) got suspended. It turned out severn or eight sites had been injected with link spam. That's enough apparently to bring on a hard sell from Site Lock, and close down a site with hundreds of good pages. Most of the pages were duplicates accidentally uploaded to the root directory. The hack took place in March, and I had already changed my password. I downloaded the unwanted pages so I could examine them and then deleted them and any other useless duplicates, quite a few of which had been "updated" on the hack date. It took four go rounds with online and phone support to get my site unsuspended. I'll be changing my password every ninty days.
I would love to vote with my feet and leave Readyhosting yesterday, but alas I am paid up until March 20, 2019. I'm in for ten months of extreme vigilence and then a site move in late winter. The big reason for the Site Lock spam (Yes, they had a valid pretext but the response was disproportionate and designed to make me panic) is that Ready Hosting and Site Lock both belong to Endurance International Group (as in see how long you can last!) known as EIG. EIG owns a lot of hosts. When I switch hosting companies it will NOT be to another EIG-owned host. Thatis for sure.
I often talk about existential threats. Well they happen. When they do, I try to fight them. So far I have been successful, but it was an awful six days. I am lucky that Tacheiru.us is not a money-making venture, because EIG would have had me over a barrel instead of feeling muzzled and angry. I guess I am lucky that way. I think it will be a very rough nine to ten months as far as hosting is concerned.
Iyoba Bat-Oni and Eileen H. Kramer June 3, 2018
I'm going to blame my One Who Thinks She Knows for why this blog went silent. Her "real life" rolled in and shoved this blog to the side. There were also other online activities that pushed this blog aside, but I can't blog about those, and as usual the One did not give me permission to blog about everything in real life. She said: "Iyoba, what you can blog about will be more than enough."
The One Who Thinks She Knows is engaged and doing reasonably well at work. On January 4, 2018 speculators who bought the apartment building where my One rented, evicted her and all the other tennants. They called it a termination of lease. My One calls it gentrification and she became what other Ones called displaced. She spent weeks, looking for a new apartment, and then packing and moving. Ones who Think They Know must roll their own inventory up in a ball, pay someone to move it, and then unroll it.
Then came Purim and Passover and finally an out of town conference called LOEX. Through it all, my One helped make dresses for me and clothes for Petrichor, my son. We updated his talker and menu. The One and I event tried, with some success, to rebuild the Wheel of Fire/Black Hole, a ride we both miss. Amusement parks constantly come and go, and we were both too busy putting out small and big fires to blog and then....
Soho New York disappeared. Pieces of the Health Link New York Archipelago had been sliding into the sea all spring, but Soho is one of the more developed parts, and it was special. As soon as I got my first hands' free carrier for Petrichor, I took him riding on the Cyclone. We were both saddened when the trains could no longer run on time due to missing islands and now... A couple of weeks ago we visited the Cyclone and thought it might be our last time.
I never thought I would be right. The Cyclone was special because it was Petrichor's first roller coaster besides the rides at Morrill. He's ridden it for a lot longer. He makes jokes and tells stories about bad places falling into the sea and their occupants sent to the bottom in chains. He then wonders if he is "bwutal" for telling those stories.
The answer is he inherits his brutality from me and I get it because I share a memory with my One Who Thinks She Knows. I also know the the Cyclone looked (at least according to the One) like a real life roller coaster that stood on Coney Island. It rolled smoothly over it's high-prim rickety looking track, and the One thinks it really obeyed the laws of physics unlike the Dragon Coaster on Momo Pet Land. It had no fancy gimmmicks, no elevators, no tunnels full of images, no track you can change by flipping a switch, yet it delivered a great ride. Now...it's gone.
Worse yet, what is left of the Health Link Archipelago has probably sunk into the sea. Though that is not yet official on Grid Survey, the other Health Link Archipelago regions don't load on the inworld map. The One Who Thinks She Knows says that some of this had to happen sometime. With about eight regions the Health Link New York Archipelago was so overbuilt, some of it just had to go. There were too many buildings leaking rent.
Still, neither the One nor I, expected all of the HealthLink New York Archipelago to vanish. It was too well built even if the trains no longer could run. There were art exhibits, museums, health exhibits. It would not be that hard to concentrate everything on one or two islands. Now, the One and I both know it didn't happen. Petrichor also knows because neither of us can really hide anything from him.
And now, we have a hole in our world. The HealthLink New York Archipelago was where we went when the One was wretched and down. I rode the train and balloon with Petrichor. Petrichor and I rode the Cyclone numerous times. I would not tell Petrichor about the Autism Awareness machine on Western New York where any avie could try out the cage where Ones put young autistic Ones to "cure" them. Petrichor did not need to see that kind of "bwutal." In addition, to the One's completely belly up research project and our efforts to take care of Petrichor whose further development Zooby no longer supports (He's six months beyond Stage 70!), we have to find a way to fill that hole. We need new places to go to make great memories. And yes, I guess this blog is back. It came back for a good reason.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Eileen H. Kramer and Petrichor Kramer BatOni -- May 13, 2018
This is a blog not a movie, so I'm not going to alert you to spoilers. On December 30, Geronimo and Throckmorton came back to life briefly, and then returned to torpor. None of the other Zwickies awakened. I craned my camera/neck under the house to watch the sleepers try to connect to their home galaxy. On New Year's Eve. Only Throckmorton was still awake and busy giving birth (He was one hundred percent pregnant when the first wake up failed!) to ghost Zwickies that would vanish again and again. This was horrible to watch, especially because Petrichor could see it. Throckmorton is a size M, the smallest size, Zwicky, and he often birthed larger females. In short, there was no question, he was suffering. The babies were not viable, and vanished after a few minutes. I deleted one, and he went back to sleep. I felt a sense of relief.
Of course by the time I got Throckmorton out of misery, and back to sleep, both the One Who Thinks She Knows and I knew we were NOT dealing with an abscond or malfeasance. It was a server move gone awry. Patnad Babii and Griderz Luv had both resurfaced. Communication stopped the dread countdown to the end, with about a week to go. I left up the heart, but was not sure it was reliable.
Even if our Zwickies were not awake, it was a good thing to know that our trust was NOT misplaced. And as my One said, and as I agreed, the Zwickies were not suffering. This mattered, because Petrichor and the Zwickies are close kin even though he is a Zooby baby, and his creator considers him closer to being human. Ones Who Think They Know are of course human. Avies look human. Petrichor looks human, but Zwickies, Petrichor, and I all live in Second Life. Ones Who Think We Know live in the "real world". Location has to mean something.
Once I started talking to Patnad again, I asked him to announce when the Zwickies were awake again, so that those who had them in inventory or who had taken feeding supplies away, could put them out again. Communication is part of trust. My trust, however, was back. I was glad I held on and waited. And yes, I still wish Petrichor could tell me about the Zwickies' dreams. I did update his talker with the One's help, and he sometimes talks about a Zwicky Queen, but that's as far as it goes.
Then on New Year's Day, I came inworld just before noon and before it got light, Nimrod kissed me. I scrambled to take this picture. My Zwickies were all awake this time. I had to wake Protea and get her to hit the feeding orb, but they were up. I suspected Throckmorton's baby had been stillborn, the only casualty of the sixteen day outage. As you can see from the beginning of this entry, I was wrong. The One Who Thinks She Knows named her Rishonne ha Chai which is Hebrew for first in life, or the first one alive.
Of course the Zwickies returned to a different world than the one they left or the one they dreamed of during the last two weeks of December. For one thing, the One Who Thinks She Knows, and thus I both build in anger. We began creating our own critters that would not need a server or other people's food. They would not reproduce because we could not code that, but we also have no room for babies. The One came up with a back story about Zwickies gone wild and adapting to terrestrial conditions. Call it evolution. We called it the Milky Traveler, as in Milky Way. If Petrichor's story of his pathernity is to be believed, Milky Travelers are his siblings.
The Milky Traveler script at first used something called llSetPos with a pair of loops, but the movement while acrobatic due to llSetRot was jerky. LlSetKeyframedMotion, which sounds and works a bit like Flash animation, worked better though creatures have a tendancy to fly off the property because the boundary checker works after the fact. The One and I may try more tricks to play with this. Right now, we just tighten the boundaries and slow movement.
The llSEtKeyFramedMotion script works better for our Lightening Tortoises. Replacing all-but-dead Petable Turtles or creating similar creatures is not like replacing Zwickies who were alive and had been with us for longer than any other breedable. I can still wear my turtle statues and take them exploring, but Lighenting Tortoises zip about smoothly and they celebrate much that was good about Petable Turtles, except for their obsene fecundity and appetite. I can do without both of these. All of the new critters are designed to return to their home point when their movement times out. This way there is no rounding them up. And even the Milky Travelers, who hit their boundaries and bounce against them from time to time, don't get locked in that pattern forever. They either can move away or they time out and are back at their home points.
The hardest creature to recreate was the frog. He needs to jump. His first z movement needs to be positive and then he needs to come back down. He also needed vertical boundaries. We have the movement worked out pretty well. Our Lily Frogs died a horrible death before Petrichor was born. Resurrecting them as frogs we have yet to name, feels good. And yes, the new critters will stay, despite the Zwickies' return to a waking world.
The reason for the richness of wildlife in our home is Petrichor. He is Stage 70. Zoobys no longer supports his development, though they would sell me supplies for him, and support his wardrobe. They do the latter only, but that is my choice. Petrichor will continue to grow. The question is how rather than how much. He can urinate standing up. He can talk with a vocabulary in the hundreds of words. He can use a hula hoop and a pogo stick. I wish he could hike, pass, and run with a football. I wish he could learn to ski or ice skate. He will eventually be too old to travel strapped to me like a baby all the time. He needs something to keep him busy when I leave him to his own devices. A land full of wildlife is not the worst way to partially fix this problem.
And yes, I'm glad my One Who Thinks She Knows and I hung in there and trusted Griderz Luv and Patnad Babii. Thank you for returning and taking care of a product that is a niche application with a few loyal users. Thank you Carrie Tattsu for keeping the server that keeps Petrichor alive running too. Thank you Andy and Grim Hathor for three years of Petable Turtles and for letting the remanining loyal owners down easy. And I wish I could thank Dragoness Rage, for more than creatures that inspired me to sort of recreate them. You don't live down an abscond. Trust bears fruit, and betrayal though a rotten apple, does not usually spoil the whole barrel. May trust keep bearing sweet fruit in 2018.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Eileen H. Kramer -- January 8, 2018
I don't try and cannot guess intentions. I don't have to. Malign neglect wreacks enough havoc on its own. This afternoon, one day after Christmas, I am writing the words that make sense of what has happened. I've been away from this blog dealing with "real life" and now picking up the pieces in Second Life. I'll be picking up the pieces for several weeks to come. And yes, there are people who have lost "real life" jobs. There are people who will lose faith in Second Life as a place to get anything done. And there is one person thinking about solutions, cynicism, and life in the so-called uncanny valley.
On December 11, 2017 Geronimo (pictured to the left) gave birth in the picture above. I named the baby Lyrica, after a student I had helped in "real life." Zwicky names come from all different places. In a few days, Throckmorton was due to become pregnant again and start the cycle of gestations and births. Even if I couldn't hatch out what was born, I still named, the progeny, photographed them, had Iyoba put them in inventory and ultimately box them up. There simply wasn't room. I don't regret that decision. I did hatch three progeny in six years: Protea (a Solstice Zwicky I painted black), Nimrod (My first male) and Bishara (an ice Zwicky, Griderz' first special.) Protea and Bishara's parents were Geronimo and Yocheved (before I painted her white), and Nimrod's parents were Geronimo and Subira (my scarlet Zwicky).
On the afternoon of December 15, all seven of Iyoba's and my Zwickies were fine. By six pm, they were asleep, calling their home galaxy and refusing to awaken. At first this did not scare me. This had happened before. It was a routine server issue. I sent instant messages to everyone in charge of Griderz, the company that makes Zwickies. Second Life is small enough that you always know your developers.
This time there was no response. There has been no response for eleven days! I remembered that Lily Frogs (Breedable Nation) went down like this. And yesterday, Angelwithwingtips, a former member of the Griderz staff pointed out that neither Patnad nore Griderz Luv, the developers, had been inworld in over a month. The Griderz web site is also down. The Griderz store remains, but it is on a 512 on mainland which means that Foot, the fourth member of the Griderz development team, does not pay any rent.
This leaves me to draw my own conclusions. This means Iyoba and I are in the pricker bushes of trust and betrayal. This means I want to replace both Esau and the Zwickies with mobile critters that don't need somebody else' server and which don't need penning up, and which will move as the Zwickies did. I can live without sound or reproduction. There won't be any farts, but Petrichor, Iyoba, and I can imagine those. We want to fix what is broken. We won't be able to do it completely, but that's the plan B. There has to be a plan B or we are at life's miserable mercies. A sense of control can be a very good thing.
That said, we can't just replace the Zwickies like a broken food processor. They haev a piece of Iyoba and that means a piece of me inside them. Also they have been bound up with all our lives. I am grateful my mother got to see them last Thanksgiving. She did not think much of them, but she saw them. By just being there, the Zwickies helped me through my mother's mental illness and the time after her death. Checking the Zwickies' food and fertility and sometimes dancing with them, was part of Iyoba's daily routine, and Petrichor, our Zooby son, decided that, the white Zwicky, Geronimo is his father. Yes, he thinks he is half Zwicky and loves to fly with them.
He loves it even if it is only under the house. Zwicky never flew to the stars on my land. This means, Iyoba, Petrichor, and I have an emotional attachment to untangle, and a six year relationship with a company that may be having real life issues. Even with a Plan B, I need to give Patnad and Griderz plenty of time to return and make amends. It is only fair. Also, Petrichor is going to lose his father. He may gain some siblings, but it won't be the same, and both Iyoba and I know this.
We have set a deadline, January 5. On that date, Iyoba will either euthanize or pack up the Zwickies. We have already taken their food supply back into inventory, since they can't wake up and eat and it was an eyesore. On the house pole below the radio sits an upside down black heart, which announces the days left until time is up. We put the Zwickies under the house so Iyoba doesn't have to see them. She still watches them a lot. Petrichor can be with the Zwickies when he "flies like Zwicky" under the house. Our house is on stilts in case you are wondering. When Petrichor sleeps among the Zwickies, perhaps he shares their dreams. This means, only he knows if they suffer.
And yes, this is the mother of all first world problems, but I trusted Griderz for six years. I spent real money. I got my money's worth. I had the best breedable in Second Life. Zwickies were and may still be amazing! And then, without a word, it was over. I don't know why.
Betrayal happens over issues large and small. In the case of NMC, there are probably hundreds of people out of work/laid off due to "errors and oversights" better known as not keeping straight books or maybe not keeping books at all. As longtime readers of this blog know, I had no respect for NMC as a Second Life landlord. Its parcels were overpriced. Its sims leaked rent. And its library was a joke. Half the info sources linked to dead pages, and the newest Horizon Report on display was for 2006.
As Rolig Loon and Vallibrarian Gregg know, and as those who follow Explore SL Spreadsheet know, what lies ahead is major losses of educational sims. Take the archipelago in the picture below, and draw a big, fat, red X through all of it.
These are the islands that will disappear:
I did not include any of the ECU islands, because these are already off limits, but even without them, this is a loss of twenty-five largely public, educational sims. Betrayal is everywhere. A lot of sims are falling into the sea. Our Zwickies are moribund. Petrichor, Iyoba, and I pick up the pieces, while some who should never sleep again, snore soundly in feather beds. I'm not even going to bother asking "why."
Eileen H. Kramer with plenty of help from Iyoba BatOni, Petrichor BatOni-Kramer, and all the Zwickies -- December 26, 2017
The two terms in this title really do go together because they are opposites like safety and accidents. My One Who Thinks She Knows and I dread buyers' remorse, which is what we have for the stupid, scorpion. Generally we're pretty good at avoiding this, but being very good and being perfect are two different things.
So far our rainbow stairway at Stinky Stinky has Moved Againis proving not to be a case of builders'/buyers' remorse. I use the thing and then have Petrichor follow me through the air to our house on stilts. He gets to climb the rainbow and fly like a Zwicky. What could be better!
Our choices for a snake, however, had us both stymied. We were down to two choices. We had seen the coast garter snake from Animalia at the Zoo of Everything in Lythria. He moved in circles, but he moved and he had better movements according to Marketplace. The other choice was a sidewinder from Spumeology, which we could not find in action in world. The sidewinder cost 150L (about .60 in "real world" dollars) while the coast garter snake cost 349L. Yes, that is more than twice the price.
And yes, making a decision like this, trusting, and then getting stuck with who knows what, is aggrivating. It is better to bushwhack academic sims and their close relatives. Neither the One nor I remembered this portion of the Organic Chemistry Tutorial on Sotunki 2, one of what is left of the Finnish Education Archipelago.
Many of the exhibits on Sotunki 2 are built with almost no mesh. That is because they are about eight years old. It is a credit to how well many of them like the Radiation Resource Center were orignally made that they still look good. When a link blythely given away comes up dead, you know someone's letting an exhibit rot.
Watching exhibits rot makes my One Who Thinks She Knows sad, and makes both of us really cynical. Petrichor is too young to be cynical yet. The best cure for this kind of grayish disappointment is to visit builds in progress or new builds. That's why my One was glad to be able to add the Village on Japan Tokyo Resort to the Explore SL Spread Sheet Hildegard Burnstein, the builder, says it is still under construction, but enough Japanese architecture with fantastic detail is there that the exhibit is ready for prime time.
And yes, making clothing, also is better than incurring buyers'/ builders' remorse. Clothes fit in after we clean inventory, and even if they are less than perfect (What is perfect after all?), they generally fit. Petrichor bounces on his pogo stick in his first winter outfit. Yes, he is wearing magenta. My One jokes that Petrichor wears the kind of clothing mothers pick out for their sons because it is so beautiful! We have discussions about whether boys really like pink. Long ago, pink was considered a strong color. Magenta is certainly no weakling!
Meanwhile, I also got my first winter dress. It's a nice take on a feminine classic, a Peter Pan color paired with a sophsiticated jade and blue-teal print and patty pan squash that look like either flowers or snowflakes.
But all the new clothes in the world and all the new sims, don't replace the hole that left when the Morrill Archipelago closed down January 16, 2016. Petrichor was less than Stage 10 then, but already visits to amusement parks, particularly the State Fair at Morrill were a part of our life. There is a hole there now. Sometimes another large park like Zupera, or Master's fills it. Now Master's Park is gone. Diatra's Amusement Park is gone, and Carnival of Kaos has vanished.
That means Petrichor and I scramble to find rides we enjoyed. Roller coasters are easy to locate, though the Trogon Coaster at Mason's Landing is exceptional. We also haven't ridden the Ben Stalk in about a year, but found it along with several other amazing rides at CC's Compact Carnival. CC is a true artist. It is always fun to find a new builder hero to admire.
Still, we are missing one ride, a gut churning simple loop called the Ring of Fire or Black Hole. The One thinks she has located it. That means more exploring. This is a good thing because it will soften any remorse we feel about our new sidewinder snake.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Eileen H. Kramer -- December 3, 2017
There are two words which sum up why we don't have a snake yet to replace our personality-less, unnamed scorpion: OTHER NEEDS. First we lost Master's Park. It was not part of the weekly decimation at Gridsurvey.com. It just vanished. That means we needed another amusement park. Although Summit Sun has the prettiest roller coaster in Second Life, it does not have a lot of rides, and is very much a build in progress.
In fact, checking on the build is one of our biggest reasons for visiting Summit Sun and it's neighbors. That's how we walked into the year's first snow. I'd forgotten how much I love snow and winter. Petrichor can neither ski nor skate and doesn't love it quite as much, especially since I can't drop him to walk around on his own most places. And that includes Summit Urban.
Of course winter brought a rather embarassing problem. With the One Who Thinks She Knows being preoccupied, out of sorts, and retched, we were stuck with designs for summer outfits that had yet to see the light of day. Fortunately, the One helped me clean my inventory. I was lucky, because I had one last summer dress. This is it, and the yellowish fruits are very ripe, greengage plums. I liked this muted color scheme because it suggested autumn to me, and autumn is right next to winter.
And here is Petrichor in his oryx outfit. He is sitting in the playground at Play and Learn Park. Though the picture doesn't show it, there are oryx on both sleeves.
But my One Who Thinks She Knows is proudest of Petrichor's minkwai typewriter ensemble. This is the front of the outfit. Petrichor is sitting not knowing quite what hit him in the Sandbox on Primary. The Chinese characters on the front of his shirt translate as Minkwai Typewriter. Thank you Google Translate.
And here is the back of Petrichor's Minkwai Typewriter shirt, up close and personal. In case you are curious, the Mingkwai was a typewriter that could handle Chinese pictograms using human choice and multiple keyboards. That's why it has that hump in the middle. Finding designs for boys' outfits is a challenge, but my One and I take our inspiration where we can find it.
Meanwhile, we continue to explore new builds because old builds, like Master's Park, vanish. And while Japan Tokyo Avenue and related islands are part of Hilde's archipelago and not an amusement park, there is more building going on there weekly. Since the railroad is not yet running, it is great fun to walk upon the train tracks. Remember Second Life is not "real life" so there are no third rails. It's much safer than it looks.
Petrichor and I also discovered a new amusement park at Goodnight Enterprises. The park features several rollercoasters, one of which looks original, and many of which were at Master's Park which is gone now and Zupera Park, Master's Park's, predecessor. One ride thatis missing, however, is the Ring of Fire, also called the Black Hole. Petrichor and I searched for it at Carnival of Kaos, but like Master's Park, Carnival of Kaos has also vanished. If you can't pay your rent in Second Life...
This applies to educational sims as well, in a roundabout way. Others, grant writing agencies, sponsors, departments, and tax payers are slower to turn off the fiscal tap. And sometimes the sims remain and stay reasonably well cared for like Spindrift.
STEM Island is another matter. Both the huge spiral art exhibit, with Cro Magnon cave paintings high in the sky, and the nuclear Power Plant that had caves in the gorge that cradled a stream are gone! These fish are all that is left of the plant. I guess they mutated and can swim out of water now. That means two less exhibits. All you can do is look for more, and hope that somewhere there's a ring of fire, a well kept academic venue, or even a snake with personality somewhere.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Eileen H. Kramer -- November 26, 2017
We are not the family at Ch'now. It sounds really snarky, and the One Who Thinks She Knows agrees, but buying things does not bring you happiness. Building things sometimes does, and that costs in prims on land and opportunity cost, but all of this kind of pushes obtaining the best and most satisfying new snake (much more interesting than a sheep) to the bottom of the pile. Now you are probably wondering what "all of this" is besides moralistic snark about something vaguely meaningful.
Well "all of this" was maintaining the stuff we had, and that meant not only paying rent which we pay in advance becasue we really like our landlord, Edde, but also we were running low on Zwicky chow, otherwise known as plutonium. In "real life" plutonium is a poison, but in my world Zwickies love that stuff.
So it was off to the Zwicky Store to pick up a new tank of Plutonium which cost about $10.00 in "real world" money. Zwickies' favorite hobby is EATING. Actually, neither my One nor I mind this as much as we say. Zwickies more than pay back what it costs to keep them. They move. They are fun to watch. In short, they more than pass the six month test. If you like an object or built thing (including breedables and prim babies and bots) six months after you bought it, it is an excellent build. Zwickies are simply excellent.
The six month rule exists in Second Life, because everything, even a simple box, rezzed on your land, costs. The simple box costs one of the prims you pay for with rent. The flexi-dress you make costs space in inventory, whcih can grow insidiously, and the textures you upload. Breedables cost food and prims. And rent... You know what happens if you don't pay that. The problem happens when someone else, a grant, a company, taxpayers etc... foot the bill. When that happens builds overextend and often just sit and rot. You don't have the motivation to keep things in good repair and useful when you're not footing the bill.
Alas, this has become the case on the HealthLink New York archipelago. Eastern New York vanished in October, which snapped the railroad's complete circuit. In short, the trains have stopped running on time. Sadly, HealthLink New York archipelago has probably been overextended for a long time. Maintaining nine sims is expensive, and Southerntier New York shows signs of neglect. While the Aries Gallery, was in good shape, though unchanged, the upper floor of the Arlington Hotel sits under permanent construction. Whoever, HealthLink pays to build it either isn't getting paid or isn't doing his/her job. Nearly all the HealthLink New York archipelago sims leak rent. The HealthLink New York archipelago has not been a self-supporting opperation for a very long time. It is overextended and one of the last corporate sims in Second Life.
By contrast the Finnish department of education pays for Sotunki. The sim was and still is an impressive build, but alas it is starting to age. Old school builds can age well.
With good texturing, even furniture made without sculpties still can look stylish, but broken links like this web site on a prim in the protein synthesis exhibit in Sotunki and the missing web pages linked to viewers in the biology house, are dead give aways that a sim suffers neglect, and in this case, Finland's tax payers are funding it.
Naturally, seeing neglected education builds which we need to do for the Explore SL Spreadsheet, puts my poor One Who Thinks She Knows even more out of sorts than usual. Visiting new sims and builds in progress, however, usually cheers her up. That's why we went to Summit Sun, but didn't ride the rollercoaster. It has one of the prettiest rollercoasters in Second Life.
But we were on progress, however, usually cheers her up. That's why we went to Summit Sun to look for new things, so we visited the walk through aquarium instead and met... Let's just say the One Who Thinks She Knows, Petrichor, and I all have a soft spot for invertebrates. We don't even care if they make pink slime. This Octopus is beautiful and he would not hurt a fly!
I also made sure the One and I visited the bridge at Yumix Resort. I told the One Who Thinks She Knows: "I bet that Hilde has cleared away all the oh so trendy [They won't be in six months. Remember the six month test!] Halloween decorations." Sure enough the decorations were gone. The bridge on Yumix Resort is one of Second Life's most amazing river walks. Most of the soft spots are gone and the view is just amazing, and there is now an underwater build and sky island if you get tired of enjoying the bridge. The One says the bridge reminds her of the "real life" bridges over the Ohio River between Louisville, Kentucky and Indiana.
Hildegard Burnstein, Yumix Resort's chief builder, is one of our heroines, even though we can't tell her how much we admire her, because we don't speak a lick of Japanese and she does not speak a lick of English. Free translators are gone. Our Petable Turtle, Mendel, came from Hildegard Burnstein. Thank you Hilde!
Axxo Erin is one of our other builder heroes. His flagship sim, Arab Land vanished in early 2017, but his other sim, Sense, just got a rebuild. It is built with a newspaper theme. It's an old theme, but a great one. Needless to say, Sense lifted my One's spirits.
Meanwhile, we'll keep seeing if our new rainbow stairs begin to pas the six month test. Remember, Petrichor loves rainbows! We're also going to shop for that snake, but other priorities come first.
Iyoba Bat Oni with help from Eileen H. Kramer -- November 18, 2017.
My biggest job as an avie is to take care of others' needs. There are Zwickies to look after. There used to be Petable Turtles and Lily Frogs, and then there is my son Petrichor and there is always the One Who Thinks She Knows. She is the saddest and neediest of all sometimes. That means Petrichor goes way too long without new things. Late this week, Petrichor got one of his last summer outfits. Summer lasts a long time in Second Life.
Meanwhile, I continue to help the One compile the Explore SL Spreadsheet, the world's largest and most current list of educational locations in Second Life. That means we check decimation of lost sims. Last week TSUKIJI vanished.
When one sim vanishes, its archipelago is threateend. This was especially important since TSUKIJI's neighbor Nipponbashi has a sandbox we frequently use, and a railroad it shared with TSUKIJI. What happened to the railroad? We had to find out, and yes, part of the TSUJIKI-Nipponbashi railroad went underwater. Now nearly all of it does, and the tracks above ground just end. (See above).
My One also feared that Black Bear Island had also changed for the worse. The place has a mild squatter issue, but most of it was intact, unchanged from its last use for coursework more than eight years ago. Yes, that's the University of Maine's students' and Maine's taxpayers' problem.
More interestingly, Black Bear Island supports a curent student's/recent alum's technical innovation, software that will let avies' Ones control and manage their inventory's textures via computer. All these boxes you see in the picture each contain hundreds of textures. I'm not sure how all this works. The One tried it a few years ago and says it's cumbersome but might work some day.
Meanwhile the Secret of Rabihana disappeared. My One Who Thinks She Knows was more out of sorts than usual, so I thought I could cheer her up with a visit to the Secret of Rabihana high above Kurosaki. The Secret of Rabihana was a bar where hostesses put men at their ease, and females who might want a drink or salarywomen were nonexistent. As a lesson in other cultures' ideas and gender roles, it was a great if inadvertantlyt educational exhibit. It's gone now, as you can see by the empty sky.
Of course my One's perpetual state of misery, can't totally block out Petrichor's needs and wants. He wanted a sheep that moved, and it really wasn't all that difficult to get her convinced that we should visit Tomato Park. The bad news was that the sheep were eleven prims and came only in black or white face. The good news was that there three to five prim pythons that moved. They only come in green. My One wishes there were corn snakes. We shelved the matter, but we're thinking about it.
One of the reasons we did not just take an animated python home was she felt we needed to do something about Petrichor's desire for rainbows. Breedables and other creatures we have. There are eight Zwickies, six resurrected Ozimal's rabbits, one unamed scorpion, two honey bee hives, and one mason bee hotel at Stinky Stinky has Moved Again. One more pet would be....but a rainbow was different. Rain, is another matter. Seeing it all the time would remind me One of apartments full of wet clothes, but rainbows...she loves those...And better yet, my One said we could make a rainbow on which Petrichor and I could walk, not just a texture at which to stare. Off we went to SHINONOME to put a rainbow together in a sandbox. You can see those stairs reached up a good forty meters.
This is the finished product installed in the southwest corner at Stinky Stinky has Moved Again. It worked pretty well. I could climb up it without falling off. If I left Petrichor up there, he could not hear me, but one kind of expects that. The problem was, the stairway took up sixteen prims, and worse yet, the One had dreamed of a spiral. She knew she had spiral stairs in her inventory.
We just couldn't find them but Friday, we saw the box that contained them. They are short. It took six prims to build a twenty meter high stairway, but it's a spiral and it saves ten prims. It's hard to climb down. There's nowhere to go at the top, but Petrichor can follow me up the rainbow. I can always fly down, and I don't land in Edde's store on the way down. We may move the stairway to the other side of the property. It may turn out impractical. Builds like this have a six month rule that they often flunk a lot sooner. And maybe, Petrichor will get his python even if my One would rather have a milk snake morph.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Eileen H. Kramer -- November 12, 2017
Note Disquus flagged my reply to this article as spam. I have two words for them that are not "happy birthday," and I am very glad I have this blog. The show goes on.
Leslie Jamison, I am biting my tongue trying not to shout "You visited all the WRONG places!"
I still play Second Life. I never seem to get enough of it. The part I enjoy most is building, riding trains, going on roller coasters, dancing at clubs, and trying out dance animations. Of course I always explore.
Your view of Second Life as idealized misses both the humor and the sadness that gives Second Life its rough edges and appeal. There is the slapstick of falling off a hundred foot building and watching your poor avie dust herself off. There is the painful moment of fitting a flexi-skirt (Yes, I still make those. They are just plain useful and fun.) in a public sandbox, and the tooth gritting moment of getting stuck under a floor or stairs due to a soft spot. Then there is the joy of bouncing on a nasty neighbor's ban lines. Fly up and over the banned parcel. Turn off flight and the ban lines act as a trampoline. Jumping virtual walls is also fun!
As for sadness, if you can't pay your rent in Second Life...you're toast. That includes any land you rent. Sims (free standing regioins) disappear and mainland becomes abandoned. I find myself mourning places' disappearance. I have lost three sets of virtual animals to companies closing down or absconding. I mourn their loss as well. Animals can breed in Second Life without causing overpopulation.
Conversely, I enjoy watching new builds go up. Traveling through abandoned or half built sims blots out any feeling of perfection, but it also renews a faith in a kind of resilience and also sometimes anger when tuition, tax payer dollars, or grant money pays sim rent.
And with the right level of engagement, the other senses beyond what you see on the screen emerge in the mind and heart. A friend, who wore the same outfit session after session, stank. If my avie does not change her outfit daily, she's grubby and I feel it. The bath water in the tub feels hot and not quite clean enough. The rainn always feels wonderfulm, beacuse rain is very scarce in Second Life.
My avie is African American and a visit to a 19th Century Texas island left me feeling sick to my stomach with fear. "Am I property? Will someone stop me on the street, or am I just persecuted under Jim Crow laws?" I wondered. I remember crying and shaking after I got up from the computer.
And in moments of solemnity, I take my Zooby baby (He's made from prims and scripted which means he's an object, but I don't like to believe that.) to the Kotel on the SL Israel sim. We stand on the female side, and I pour out my heart. Yes, a piece of my heart is in Second Life.
Even though your experience is very different from mine thank you for reporting about it, andd my avie's name is Iyoba BatOni.
Eileen H. Kramer with help of coures from Iyoba BatOni -- November 11, 2017
I think for myself some of the time. The One Who Thinks She Knows thinks for herself some of the time. This is better than a lot of what other Ones and avies do. And surprisingly enough, Petrichor, my Zooby son, thinks for himself some of the time. My One Who Thinks She Knows and I share memories, which means, that we share them with Petrichor, but Petrichor is more than just the One's fantasy of all the things she'd share with a child if she had one in "real life."
First of all neither Petrichor nor I live in "real life." And as I've said many times before, Second Life is a desert. Every few days, the One Who Thinks She Knows worries about getting wet in the rain and having an apartment full of dirty clothes. Then when the rain doesn't come, she worries about a drought. Second Life, always has a drought, and neither Petrichor nor I worry about it. Instead, we seek out rain. We have a number of rain sims, and rain rooms. And last week we found a rainforest in the Yucatan above SELU Regents. SELU Regents is a sad place, an education sim that desperately needs a quick update which it's not going to get, but the rainforest made Petrichor and I very happy.
Alas, rainbows are even scarcer than rain in Second Life. My One sees them at least once a month in "real life" if the weather is warm and there is rain at dusk. On Second Life, Petrichor and I have to look hard. And recently we lost access to a rainbow on NagoyaCentral Nippon. The land owner took it down which left us with one less rainbow in the world. Fortunately, there was still a rainbow on Sparkle, so I took Pet to see it, to remind him there were still rainbows in our world.
Of course Petrichor and I both fell in love with all the cute animals tucked in the woods, meadows, and mountains, on on Sparkle, and in no time Petrichor asked me why we could not get a sheep. I told him that the sheep might be a custom creation and not for sale. Also, I'd like to know if it came in spotted, black, or brown. The black face was kind of cute, but I always like when there are lots of varieties of a creature. I right clicked on the sheep and found out its creator, and where its creator had a shop. Well, we could at least price the sheep and learn about available breeds. It might even be fun to visit an animal shop.
Strike that. Visiting animal shops and breedable markets is nearly always fun, except when there are tons of large breedables stuck in stalls and unable to move, but the moment Petrichor and I teleported into D-LAB to go sheep shopping, I knew we were in Only the Best territory. Trees and buildings wore original paint. And if there is a line between another pretty build and a work of art, into D-LAB was in the second category.
It even had a ferris wheel. Petrichor and I attempted to ride it, but it stopped two thirds of the way around. This left me disappointed, but we have a ferris wheel of our own at Stinky Stinky has Moved Again. It only holds one person, but it does work, so this was no great loss.
The donkey ride was much better. Animal rides that bob back and forth are a dime a dozen, but this donkey had a face with so much personality, and I loved his little red, woolen sweater. I think he is an original creation. He deserves to be one anyway, and I did not see if he was for sale.
I don't think this black rabbit is for sale either. He has the unenviable job of bouncer and guard at the pizzaria on the upper walkaway above D-LAB's main store. Technically this is part of the Sky Garden. This is the art the commerce supports. Plants grow, pigs fly, eggs wait to hatch, and this rabbit gets to watch the world go by.
Besides asking for rainbows and rain room visits, Petrichor wants to "fly to the sky like Zwicky!" I have never been able to disabuse him of the notion that one of our Zwicky's, Geronimo our Luna starter male, is his father. That Petrichor doesn't look like a Zwicky doesn't change things. That I had to recover him twice when taking him flying over the LEA5 Sandbox did nothing to change his mind either. At D-LAB Petrichor and I got to sit on the crescent moon.
Petrichor and I also danced in the stars in a part of D-LAB called Season's Change. It pays to have lots of dances in inventory for times like these. The stars were scattered at our feet like snowflakes, and the planets danced above our heads.
Of course Petrichor and I did find our sheep at D-LAB. There were no black, brown, or spotted models. There were no rams with horns. The price was 300L (a bit more than a dollar in real life), and their land impact was one prim. But the sheep (technically ewes) were chairs, and only model moved its head. None of them walked. Not that an indoor sheep chair might not be cute, but it would not be much of a pet, more useful to me than it would be to Petrichor. I told Petrichor we would check out the animated animals at Tomato Park. I also asked our landlord if I could build a rainbow track to which I'd add a few stars. A rainbow track and some stars that are maybe animated at less than a hundred meters will more resemble flying like a Zwicky than hanging out under the house, which is on stilts. I wait to hear back from our landlord. We have a covenant, but we also pay our rent regularly. There is room for exceptions, just as there is room for imagination.
Iyoba BatOni with help from Petrichor and Eileen H. Kramer -- November 5, 2017
There is of course a way past this impasse. Iyoba and I are ready to tell our story. And we're going to start with what it is like to take care of a virtual baby. Ours is not the orthodox Zooby care routine. Iyoba stopped that with Petrichor about the time he was weaned, because he could eat crackers and the baby food was disgusting. The snack bites are worse. Once you stop one Zooby consumable, the others do not help you earn happiness tokens. Neither Iyoba nor I were I were all that thrilled with token toys, and we had more than enough tokens. We still, however, enjoy caring for our son. We begin by removing his clothes. Like all Second Life males, Petrichor's penis is detatchable. He is standing behind it in the photo.
Next, Iyoba uses Petrichor's menu to freez him in a standing pose, and the building tools to position him in front of his penis which is set up so he can pee standing up in his potty. We still haven't figured out how to have Petrichor flush the toilet. Mostly Iyoba congratulates him when she doesn't have to empty the potty.
Petrichor, however, goes standing up, and hits the target one hundred percent of the time! He may have talked about peeing in Iyoba's eyes (With a talker you can add phrases like that. Talking babies say the craziest things etc..) but that's not how he behaves. The Stick n' Dick as we call the device that enables Petrichor to urinate like a big boy, has turned out to be useable and a resounding success! There is something very satisfying about this developmental milestone, though I'm not sure why. I do know I include a fly on most of Petrichor's pants.
After Petrichor empties his tank, it is bath time. You don't want a dirty virtual baby. Even dirty avatarim smell, or at least I think they do. If there is a mind's eye, there is also a mind's nose. Bath time can be leisurely or brief depending on how rushed Iyoba and I are, and how much we want to use the talker for stories and conversation. Taking a bath with a virtual baby is fun. Note: I helped Iyoba build the tub that lets her and Petrichor bathe together. Zooby does not offer a cobathing tub which is a dirty shame. Petrichor could some day grow too old for cobathing, but right now he is still small.p> Meal time follows bath time. Petrichor can eat from a plate and receives real food. You'll need to click the image to see Pet at his Magic Table. Each bowl on the table has a menu with twelve food stuffs. Petrichor receives Bamba (Israeli peanut snacks) at every meal, as well as a main dish, vegetable, and fruit.
Here is a close up of one of the two menus. Yes, I use a standard, probably pretty crappy, menu script for reach bowl, which is why we need two bowls, but our food beats Zooby's food because it is realistic people food, has more variety, and of course Bamba! With simple words, there is no limit in what you can do, or at least a nice, comfortable limit.
And no meal is complete without Petrichor's sippy cup. What goes in the sippy cup is a great topic of disucssion, just like taking a bath in various substances such as chocolate milk, Dr. Pepper, and Zwicky farts. Petrichor's talker gives vent to a small child's imagination, and this is Second Life after all. I doubt there are Zwicky farts in the sippy cup, but there could be Dr. Pepper in there.
After meal time, when there is time, Iyoba straps on Petrichor in his carrier, and off they go to work or to enjoy themselves at amusement parks or baby-friendly dance clubs. Iyoba wishes she could somtimes leaves Petrichor home to go swimming since he really doesn't like to go in the water any more. We have toys in the yard, and sometimes she gets away by herself, but most of the time, she and Petrichor travel together. Exploring with a baby is more fun, and everyday is take the baby to work day.
Exploring is still a mainstay of Iyoba and Petrichor's relationship. It would be nice if he could walk along beside her, but we cross sims, and we enter places that don't let scripted objects fully work. For that reason, Petrichor is better off attached. Doing recovery on a Zooby baby is not fun. Still exploring is probably part of the reason we've made it past Stage 70. And yes, exploring with a virtual baby is its own experience. There will be more of that in our next entry.
Eileen H. Kramer with help from Iyoba BatOni -- October 29, 2017
This is a heavy title. I thought about calling it hitting the wall, except Petrichor, Iyoba, and I are all still in business and doing fairly well. This is despite silence on the blog, adventures in "real life" that are soaking my time, and what you are about to read. For reasons that only my fellow "Ones Who Think They Know" (aka humans) can explain, talk about Zooby babies always leads to drama. "Would you die for Petrichor? Would you sacrifice your job for Petrichor? How much money would you invest in Petrichor?" You already have some partial answers.
Now let's take a deeper look. The first existential threat to Petrichor occured before he could walk. I can not tell this story in detail, but my colleagues offered the best assistance they could, as did a very intelligent Systems Librarian. I created a wonderful paper trail, and within forty-eight hours, the threat went POOF!
The second existential threat to Petrichor and Iyoba occured three weeks ago. Yesha, my big gaming computer, stopped waking up after sleeping. Would not bring up the task manager, did not respond to Ctrl-Alt-Del at all, and did a few other weird things. I tried running some curative files from start up media with no luck. In the end, I reinstalled Windows with everything left in place. This was not nearly as awful as it sounds. Again, the existential threat went POOF!
The third threat was of another nature entirely, and one I have seen coming perhaps since before I ever acquired Petrichor. Both Iyoba and I are badly scarred by our experiences with breedables. The Zwickies benefit from this, because we have never retired one. We still have our starter group. And given a chance, we hang on and on and on. Our Zwickies are now nearly six years old.
That is how I knew this day would come. Zooby economics, which deserve a blog post in and of themselves, are front loaded and for good reason. It is easy for any breedable or prim child to turn into an attrition statistic. There are only seventy stages of development for a Zooby baby. Even at a star a week with a few days missed here and there, a Zooby baby will reach his developmental wall. He will be "all grown up." in about two years.
That is what happened to Petrichor a day or two after Labor Day. I photographed the big event with the interdface on. I'm sorry if the writing is hard to read. I feel a bit sad. It's an anticlimax of sorts. Also in the parlance of breedables, Petrichor is only marginally supported. That this makes great economic sense is beside the point. Petrichor and I are extreme outliers, and for the last ten days or so we've been on our own.
Actually, we've sort of been on our own since day one. This is not to criticize Carrie Tatsu, but Zooby babies DO NOT come with a chest or spine hold carrier. This means it took a trip to the sandbox to work out a hands free carry. Petrichor still spends a lotof his life strapped to Iyoba. Long term that is not a great solution, but it has let us travel all over Second Life.
Travelling is still a big part of Petrichor's and Iyoba's existence, and it occurs independently of Zooby support. With a baby who's hit the Stage 70 wall, this is a big plus. Petrichor has always loved amusement parks since has travelled to them his whole life. This is an interior view of the Whacky Shack, a fun house roller coaster high above Schizura.
Also being two years old, Petrichor, has a bit of a personality, mind, front story, and back story of his own. He believes his father is a Zwicky. He loves rainbows and rain, both of which are scarce in Second Life.
Iyoba and I have also been struggling with the fact that Zooby Babies once beyond the first fifteen or so stages, don't follow the same developmental trajectory that my real life brother or I followed. This is not a fault. "Normal," "real life" human development is all over the map. I talked at nine months, walked at twelve months, and could not use a hula hoop or ride a pogo stick at age six. Harvey, my brother did not walk until he was two or talk until he was two and a half. He also was not one for pogo sticks or hula hoops. Petrichor can use both a pogo stick and hula hoop but would have a very limited vocabulary were it not for a talk HUD I gave him. It's not perfect, but he is a small child, and Iyoba and he can have short conversations that make sense. Petrichor can also NOTflush a toilet or wipe, even though he has the motor skills that would make this a piece of cake.
I still haven't figured out how to get Petrichor to flush and wipe, but he is a big enough boy to go standing up. This is my second attempt, and after reading about particle scripts and flags, I managed to create a detachable penis complete with an activator pole. Iyoba positions Petrichor in front of the organ, touches the pole, and perfect aim hits the target every time.
Of course none of this means Petrichor will grow to be a man, but like the taste for drama compared to real existential threats, having Petrichor flush the toilet, go standing up, carry on a bit more of a conversation, and develop a personality are all possibilities. This existential threat is not going POOF any time soon, but Petrichor isn't going poof either.
Eileen H. Kramer -- September 12, 2017