Too Tired for Second Life… and That’s Saying Something

Too Tired for Second Life… and That’s Saying Something

This weekend I discovered a new level of exhaustion, the kind where even logging into Second Life feels like the impossible. I stared at my SL icon like, “Not today, demon.” Meanwhile real life was behind me waving a to do list. The hoover was judging me from across the room. The washing and ironing [...]

The Glamorous Life of My Virtual Self

The Glamorous Life of My Virtual Self

Real me: Stares at wardrobe, picks the same camo trousers, and black Tshirt I had on yesterday. Virtual me: Slips into a body hugging gown that would require three assistants, industrial strength shapewear, and a small prayer in real life. Facts!! But in the virtual world? Easy. Effortless. Zero chafing. Even my hair is fabulous. [...]

Feed me Seymour

Feed me Seymour

Something strange is happening to me. I’ve become ravenous. Not just “I could eat a little snack” hungry. We’re talking prehistoric cavewoman who’s just discovered Uber Eats levels of hunger. I wake up thinking about breakfast, then mid-breakfast I’m already planning lunch. By mid-morning, I’ve had what I call a “snackcident” . I swear I’m [...]

Back at it

Back at it

I went back to work today and realised I’m just a number. Hence my avatars face. I had my stitches out yesterday and I have not fully healed. So I have to keep dressing it and keep clean. Also no wild walking etc for weeks to come. Not an issue, me walking distances? Nah. After [...]

First time back

First time back

This is my first time logging into Second Life after about two weeks since surgery on my shin, it’s like coming back to a kids nursery that’s been running without supervision. Oh hang in, I left my Zoobie kids drawing at the virtual table. I was re-entering virtual civilisation. Then the flood of offline messages [...]

Melanie An Noma

Melanie An Noma

Today’s the big day Melanie An Noma is getting her official eviction notice. Once the drama’s over, I plan to recover in pure luxury, stretched out on my Chez Moi set, surrounded by cushions, snacks, and a smug sense of relief. Think ‘spa day meets survival mode.’ For those new here, she is my melanoma, [...]

The heat is on

The heat is on

My cat is driving me batshit. Literally I’m positive she can kill me at this rate. Every night at 11 p.m., Jazz my one cat transforms from cuddly roommate to hormonal bitch. She howls. She paces. She throws herself dramatically onto the floor like she’s auditioning for some dramatic performance, Feline Edition. I’ve tried calming [...]