The dream kitchen v reality

The dream kitchen v reality

In my universe the one where my Second Life avatar lives her best, perfectly curated digital existence, my kitchen is a masterpiece. No clutter. No gadgets. No stack of post that’s been “temporarily” living on the counter for three weeks. Just sleek lines, spotless worktops, and me floating through it like a minimalist domestic goddess. [...]

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 [...]