Complaint Overheard on the Astral Plane
Jan. 3rd, 2007 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxDisembodied Astral Voice 1: "Kind of quiet here, isn't it?"
Disembodied Astral Voice 2: "Not surprised. Everyone's fucked off to Second Life."
Disembodied Astral Voice 1: "Funny. You'd have thought they'd have enough problems with their First Life ..."
I don't care how cool people think Second Life is. I don't. I don't care how long Second Life lasts. I ain't joining it.
It's fashionable now. But I remember flares and deeley boppers, Rubik Cubes, Bros, Tamagotchi and Pokemon being fashionable, too.
You'll excuse me if I feel that my meatbod and my old fashioned astral self take top priority over a bit of CGI.
Gods, I feel old all of a sudden. But then I look around, and think of the mindless masses blindly sending their souls off to bask in a sea of unfeeling electrons, the bourgeoisie now following unto Second Life where the pioneers alone once dared tread, bringing their meaningless life problems with them to replicate electronically the same crap lifestyles bothering them here, and I think: nah, it's still a load of bollocks. Only now, it's no longer avant garde bollocks. It's become mainstream bollocks. Pretty soon, it'll be Second Life Law, Second Life Mortgages, Second Life Love Affairs - empty, soulless reflections of all the petty, miserable, stupid, pointless human struggles the kine undergo in the meat.
The thought of entering a world like that, like this one only bereft of any pretense of meaning, just a hollow playing out of dreadful kitchen sink dramas like a poor, third rate soap, is worse than a living death for me.
X - posted everywhere.
Disembodied Astral Voice 2: "Not surprised. Everyone's fucked off to Second Life."
Disembodied Astral Voice 1: "Funny. You'd have thought they'd have enough problems with their First Life ..."
I don't care how cool people think Second Life is. I don't. I don't care how long Second Life lasts. I ain't joining it.
It's fashionable now. But I remember flares and deeley boppers, Rubik Cubes, Bros, Tamagotchi and Pokemon being fashionable, too.
You'll excuse me if I feel that my meatbod and my old fashioned astral self take top priority over a bit of CGI.
Gods, I feel old all of a sudden. But then I look around, and think of the mindless masses blindly sending their souls off to bask in a sea of unfeeling electrons, the bourgeoisie now following unto Second Life where the pioneers alone once dared tread, bringing their meaningless life problems with them to replicate electronically the same crap lifestyles bothering them here, and I think: nah, it's still a load of bollocks. Only now, it's no longer avant garde bollocks. It's become mainstream bollocks. Pretty soon, it'll be Second Life Law, Second Life Mortgages, Second Life Love Affairs - empty, soulless reflections of all the petty, miserable, stupid, pointless human struggles the kine undergo in the meat.
The thought of entering a world like that, like this one only bereft of any pretense of meaning, just a hollow playing out of dreadful kitchen sink dramas like a poor, third rate soap, is worse than a living death for me.
X - posted everywhere.
