A brief Comment regarding Content

This Journal rarely comments on Matters of State in Second Life - the potential effects of the latest proclamation of King Philip, for instance, or the issues of the economy caused by the moving of stipends to Thursdays and making them payable only in cucumbers.

I would not like anyone to think that this is because I have no interest in such things, or am unable to comment upon them. Such topics are, though, absolutely nothing to do with why I continue to write. Should anyone ask my opinion I would be delighted to bore them to tears with my theories and predictions, but I do not, in truth, wish to do that here.

I prefer to concentrate on more important matters, such as

1. Why are my trams being returned to me on such a regular basis upon passing through a tiny pocket of Caledon that approaches its Prim Limits? It used to be the case that there was a period of grace that meant that such things did not happen. This is a serious affair.

2. Why does it appear that, upon logging in, an attachment can request permissions and apparently receive them, but actually not gain PERMISSION_TAKE_CONTROLS? Oh, it claims that such permissions have been given, but there is no response to the control() event, and the quaint blue buttons labeled “Release Keys” and “Mouselook” do not appear. This used to happen but now does not. Other permissions, such as PERMISSION_TRIGGER_ANIMATION, seem to work perfectly well.

I attempted to recapture my “zing” by constructing yet another replica firearm over the weekend, this time a Chinese copy of the Mauser C96 called the .45 Shansi - a powerful machine pistol with textures, sounds, and three different modes of operation including “pistol whip” (considering the original was sturdy enough to be used as a club in the trenches). As I have mentioned before, the discipline involved in the reconstruction of an already-existing object sometimes stirs me to life. In this case, though, it did not, and it has only been building a launcher of cylinders full of killer bees that has brought me to anything resembling enthusiasm, I fear.