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You know, in a strange way I quite enjoy being in-world when some sort of grid attack is taking place (such as right now). All of one's communication is shut off and one is left just simply talking to anyone who is around. No instant messages, no teleportation... it is like being snowed in, and it is such a change that it is as good as a rest.

If only scripts were working as well; I was just trying to perfect an intelligent camera attachment that would detect who was speaking in a conversation and target the camera on them.

I'm also a bit lonely here.

I am not given to excessive complaint...

...well, that is not entirely true. I frequently am moved to complain about almost anything, but I find that rarely does it make any difference in practice, thus usually confine myself to bitter sarcasm in conversations between myself and associates. Really, any reader thinking that I complain at times here about the physics engine should hear me in Second Life itself.

The Aethernet company "Yahoo!" have apparently closed my account with their "GeoCities" service, on which I was storing certain script files referred to in this journal.

Despite my annoyance I know better than to try to argue with an enormous corporation based on another continent with undoubtedly no interest in my affairs whatsoever, and thus I will be looking for alternative storage of some sort.

As per a suggestion by AngryBeth Shortbread, I have this morning been playing with an Engine-driven system that attempts to match one's features to the most appropriate star of stage or cinematograph.

Well, it has happened: I have finally divested myself of my mainland property. It was really getting to the point where maintaining two plots simultaneously was becoming an absolute chore.

I shall now be dwelling on the island of Caledon, though do by all means visit my old address to see what has been done with it.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must return, as I wish to speak to Mr Shang on the subject of a noticeboard for residents.

Or maybe not.

drums fingers

One of the things from which I have gotten the most amount of use recently is an Event Monitor. This is a very, very simple device. All it does is:

1. listen on a particular channel, in this case -122;
2. add anything said on that channel by an object with the same owner as its to a string, with a timestamp;

I would just like to say that I cannot believe that anyone took the time to score 770 on my Steel Pigeon Projector. I re-engineered it to record the highest score so far, and clear the scoreboard every day, but really. 770? Even if all of those were double-scoring red pigeons, that's 335 of them to be shot down.

shakes her head in amazement

Still. I certainly mean no criticism. If it is seen as entertaining enough, then by all means shoot as many as you desire... they feel nothing, it is not cruel.

Ordinal Enterprises is proud to announce an Easter event of sorts: the Easter Egg Cannon.

Merely find and touch the above device (which should not be a matter of great difficulty) and...

I had thought that I would wait until I had actually completed something new related to the power generation system before I made another post but, with typical dilletantism, I have done very little on that front, preferring instead to:

(a) build a scanning device to detect the "Magic Money!" items, which have been spoiling the pristine look of much of the grid, or, more realistically, adding three more ugly, shiny, spinning, exploitative prims to the environment.