Thursday, February 12, 2009

shitty shit that happens to me (or, Good People vs. The Rest of You Wankers)

imagine
you get in a minor car accident but you still require medical attention. you are escorted by officials to a hospital and the rest of the experience is blank after that. however, the tow truck driver manages to steal your ipod in your vulnerability. in less than 24 hours you recognize that your music and machine is gone. let's extend this and say...that your harddrive also crashes at the same time as your car. and so you no longer have your itunes library. everything you bought, everything you uploaded, all the weeks it took to set up 400 compact discs onto AAVC format in the itunes library is gone, and there's no recourse whatsoever. apple can't do shit, and maybe you don't even own a mac, just use itunes due to laziness. now your music is gone. essentially. let's say the tow truck driver also stole all your physical cd stash from your trunk when he cleaned you out. ok, so, you are without music. how does this feel? pretty horrible right? it's not like you MADE the music, or that it belonged to you so much necessarily. but you at one time "possessed" it and it had slowly or rapidly become a part of you that you are not the same without. 

this is how i feel about my lost inventory. obviously it was expensive, just like cds or songs purchased on itunes compulsively. but it's also art, and personal, and emotional, like music and lyrics and favorite songwriters and artists. i'm not going to argue any further over what is created on second life is art, because it simply is and it's a stupid argument. 

that being said, i sent out over a dozen notecards today in my deep hole of depression to request that my ok-awesomeness could be rewarded by returning the lost items. honestly, some bitches have deferred me like Brown University in November of '00 but that aside, most people have been kind, and typically sympathetic as well. not mentioning any names, out of requests and respect, but there are some designers who have no means (just like me) of accessing ancient account transactions and have simply offered for me to select a specific number of outfits, dresses, or items that i like/recollect from in-store to have back. i'm almost too scared to login at the moment or in the near future even to receive responses. i don't handle rejection well and extending myself in this manner, sending notecards and begging for personal favors and such is just not very like me. it is even just the slightest bit heartwarming that many designers have and continue to take the time to personally message me and give feedback and support in various ways, and i assert again, aggressively, that i appreciate it excessively. 

i'm going to take some cutie pictures of pinkness eventually and post them in the next entry. went crazy at shoparmidi.com's pink sale...yes...of course i did. did i have any choice in the matter really? NO.


edit: this matter of lost inventory and notecards to designers would be greatly aided if linden labs could make fucking notecards load/work properly. so...pissed off....killl you....lindens.

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