I think he wants me dead. Fex in Second Life.
Aaron suggested I try Second Life, for some reason that I can’t clearly recall. Since I’ve done nothing but rag on it, I figured, ok, fine, let’s be fair here and actually try it.
Now I’m sitting here, looking at the avatar selection menu, and all I can suspect is that Aaron wants to observe my brain herniating. I should point out to him that when I die, I will undoubtedly be sitting on his furniture when I lose control of my bladder and bowels.
Seriously though, these avatars? Wow.