About Mourning
The other day I posted about someone passing away. I wasn't the only person to post. For someone who was only seventeen, he certainly was a social butterfly. Late Thursday night I came across a lolcube in the basement of our factory in Pi, rezzed by Jesse lord knows how long ago. It brought a tear to my eye.
On Saturday, Jesse's mother found her way into Second Life, into the memorial. This brought up an ethical dilemma for me. On of the goons had rezzed a dog cock, in memory of. This was along with the flowers, pictures, more lolcubes, and candles. Someone left a "crashgun" that Jesse had created based on a libsecondlife-derived exploit in the winter. It crashed viewers, there has never been anything else like it on the grid. I left the dog cock along until today. I noticed Jesse's mom had it selected, and wasn't saying anything. Not knowing what else to do, I returned it. I didn't want to get into a discussion as to why someone had left sch an item, in memory of her son. I didn't want to have to explain goons.
I logged into second life this evening because someone was griefing Jesse's mom. So I did what any proper person would do. Lit them on fire, then banned them. I went over to the memorial, and helped someone else explain about Griefing. During this time there were dragons dancing outside the memorial. I didn't pay much attention, as I was talking with Jesse's mother and some of his real life friends who had come by.
Eventually the dragons left. I wondered where they were. I looked around, and found them far off the the east, making love. I didn't think it would be appropriate to kick them, so I just planted more trees. They finished up, one of the dragons flew off. The other changed into a crow, came and perched on the memorial, and started playing sad Irish songs with a tin pipe. Upon request, the crow changed the tune to more upbeat irish jigs. Jesse's mom commented he would have probably started dancing.
We are still here talking, even though it's past my bedtime. In a few hours, I will get up, and finish prep work. I'm teaching cops how to read your email (over a wireless network).
On Saturday, Jesse's mother found her way into Second Life, into the memorial. This brought up an ethical dilemma for me. On of the goons had rezzed a dog cock, in memory of. This was along with the flowers, pictures, more lolcubes, and candles. Someone left a "crashgun" that Jesse had created based on a libsecondlife-derived exploit in the winter. It crashed viewers, there has never been anything else like it on the grid. I left the dog cock along until today. I noticed Jesse's mom had it selected, and wasn't saying anything. Not knowing what else to do, I returned it. I didn't want to get into a discussion as to why someone had left sch an item, in memory of her son. I didn't want to have to explain goons.
I logged into second life this evening because someone was griefing Jesse's mom. So I did what any proper person would do. Lit them on fire, then banned them. I went over to the memorial, and helped someone else explain about Griefing. During this time there were dragons dancing outside the memorial. I didn't pay much attention, as I was talking with Jesse's mother and some of his real life friends who had come by.
Eventually the dragons left. I wondered where they were. I looked around, and found them far off the the east, making love. I didn't think it would be appropriate to kick them, so I just planted more trees. They finished up, one of the dragons flew off. The other changed into a crow, came and perched on the memorial, and started playing sad Irish songs with a tin pipe. Upon request, the crow changed the tune to more upbeat irish jigs. Jesse's mom commented he would have probably started dancing.
We are still here talking, even though it's past my bedtime. In a few hours, I will get up, and finish prep work. I'm teaching cops how to read your email (over a wireless network).