...that I am not the World's greatest Complainer. God forbid.
I am sorely dissatisfied with the current state of the Universe, though. I have been absent for a little while due to OtherWorldly pressures, and I see that, on my return, everything is appalling.
Perhaps if all that one does is walk about in a small area and maybe teleport occasionally or trigger off the odd poseball or two, things are all right. I, myself, am hardly the habitual traveller. However, it takes very little to terminally disturb anyone using a vehicle. I am sitting here composing this piece on my Automated Dirigible, which takes a tour around Caledon, and every movement that it makes is jerky and awkward. Even though it is a regular physics-powered vehicle moving fairly slowly, it bumps forward at a rate of once per second, like a child's cart kicked by the child's friends.
This is not what I became an inventrix in Second Life to explore. When the Master of Balloon-Related Transport on the Grid, Cubey Terra (and all scripters and designers should acknowledge their debt to he and Apotheus Silverman - thank you Illyria for the correction) declares that he is grounding all of his automatic vehicles, things have gone seriously wrong.
I will be keeping up my automatic vehicles, but, you know... I grow tired. I grow tired of having to chivvy landowners to spare a few prims for the passage of the tram, gawdblessya, I won't spend it on drink, honest to goodness. In previous ages, this was not an issue; nothing has been proposed to return this functionality, regardless of how many times I have mentioned it.
I grow tired of having my Instant Message box filled with nonsense reports from my automatic vehicles telling me how they are unable to enter a certain parcel. I grow tired of not knowing that even the simplest movement script will continue to work after I have left it.
I grow tired. And sooner or later I will fall asleep completely. I am sure that nobody will notice.