Oh honestly, what a lot of self-indulgent rot I do write at times. Do buck up, Ordinal. When Second Life hands one lemons, one makes, well, a pot of Earl Grey, and has several cups and a small slice of lemon with each. And maybe a scone. Though not one scone per cup, which would be greedy and probably result in crumbs going everywhere, and not too much clotted cream either, you little piggy.
Anyway, stiff upper lip in the face of adversity, and so on. If vehicles and things-that-move-about are not working very well, it is clearly time to concentrate on things-which-do-not-move-about for the moment. On this note I shall leave the transport airships upon which I was working (they will not go stale) and instead continue to work, when I have the time, on the holsterable version of the .455 Webley which continues to be demanded; it does actually exist, but unfortunately I am having a terrible time creating an appropriate holster for the thing, and I am too much of a perfectionist to have it simply be a bundle of prims. I wonder if I should just provide a couple of attachable versions of the undrawn pistol - a full one, one with just the grip, and so on - modifiable so that they can be added to existing outfits. It is also an appropriate time to add any other modifications I suppose.
Oh yes, and the dratted swordstick, I should finish that as well for release. I was also working on some animations for a sabre based on Hungarian sabre drills, though that proved to be a bit of a challenge.
(I hope that nobody felt I was fishing for compliments or any such. It is just that sometimes, and I am sure that I am not alone in this, one does feel that one's problems and experiences are swept under by whatever Grand Plan exists for the World, and some poor soul's tinkering is of little importance compared to Difference Engine manufacturers coming in and holding conferences and whatnot. I draw some comfort at least from the fact that everyone will be experiencing the same and having the same concerns, prince to pauper, and also doubtless expressing them.)
(I also hope that nobody felt that I was criticising landowners for lack of prim parsimony. In my experience, everyone that I have spoken to has been very kind and enthusiastic to ease the passage of the Tram. Sometimes getting hold of them within an "avoiding Ordinal frustration" span of time can be a challenge, but if I will live in such a timezone I must expect such things.)