I Won't Get Lost But If I Did

A couple of comments on my Second Life post expressed the fear of getting lost in the online-avatar world.

Fortunately I don't have the time to get immersed on say the level of Rona Jaffe's Mazes and Monsters.

There's cable TV and Christine's desire to have me paint rooms and pursue square foot gardening to keep me safely grounded in reality.

Plus there's my attention span. Racking up enough Linden bucks to say buy land and open a casino or anything appears to require a lot of time and attention.

But if I were so inclined, hmmm -- wiggle your computer so it looks like there are ripples on the screen and imagine some harp strings being strummed...

Once I got the avatar customization figured out, I'd open a little bar called Dark Mortum on some appropriate fake avenue. (Thanks to "My Goth Name" from Gothic Style for the name inspiration)

We'd have:

• Drinks with Goth-sounding names
  
• Flash fiction readings
• Dark poetry slams
  
• A corner booth for Charles, Wayne, Kate S., Etain, Stewart, Cliff and all of my other blog pals.

Could be a lot of fun, and lots of people with avatars that look like Morepheus from Neil Gaiman's Sandman could stop in.

I guess that's my fantasy fantasy life. I'll probably just wander around a while there and see if I can ever get my hair right.