I popped into a class that I had no idea what it was supposed to be about. The title on the class announcement was ‘3D sketching.’ Then the instructor arrived and, although I believe that her native language was English, she said in broken English that the goal was to “renew our inner self through building.”
“What’s this Inner Self stuff?” I asked.
“It’s building from the heart without letting the left brain interfere,” one of the other attendees said.
“The spontaneous builder in you,” the instructor said.
“I can be spontaneous,” I explained, “but it’s not because of my heart.”
“Is it your head?” the instructor asked.
“Fingers,” I said.
While I waited to figure out what the class was about, I created pants that were made out of a sculpty file. Sculpties are graphics files that contain data for creating a shape out of a prim. If you open them, they look rainbow colored. When you put them on pants, you get tie dye. Then I created a shirt out of a graphic file of a page of a technical paper.
Jak was running around all over the sandbox while we chatted. Someone told him to settle down. “Just get to the damn lesson,” Jak said. Then someone else told him to be patient.
“All this heart crap is tiring,” Jak responded.
Another student told Jak to stop complaining and one woman said we should mute Jak. Then Bogeyman showed up. The rest of the class decided to leave and hold class elsewhere.
I started to follow them, but then Bogeyman sent me a private message asking what happened. So I chatted with Bogeyman and Jak for awhile. I said I didn’t think Jak was any more disruptive than anyone else in the class had been.
Jak said that he had about thirty alts. He keeps having to create a new one because people keep getting mad at him. I looked at his profile and saw that he belonged to a hobo group. I asked him if lives in California. He does. “Do you have an alt named Jack?” I asked. He wouldn’t admit to it.
I asked if he used to live in Noobieville, if he used to have a hobo girlfriend named Crystal, if he had been friends with Scott Zuzu. He denied it all. But when I saw him the next day, he admitted that he was indeed Jack Frenzy.
Jak mentioned that he had met Heather at a club a while ago. He said that she was one of the better DJs, with a good microphone and selection of music.
“Where’s Heather?” I asked.
“She disappeared from Second Life about two months ago,” Bogeyman said.
“WHAT?” Turns out that Heather decided to get back with her husband in real life. I looked at her profile. It still says that she and Bogeyman got married in Second Live Vegas and that she loves him so much. I wonder if she’s wandering around as an alt now.
After Jak left, Bogeyman asked me, “So you’re single in real life?”
“Pretty much,” I responded. But this wasn’t about my love life. It was about Bogeyman and I didn’t want to talk about me.
Maybe Bogeyman didn’t want to talk about himself anymore either. I was in private chat with Chrissy, so I teleported her over to hang out with us.
Still wearing my paper shirt and tie dyed pants, I asked Chrissy, “How do you like my outfit?”
She asked if I wanted the truth. “No,” I replied.
“I love it!”