Second Life

Official SL Herald comment policy - a look at the backoffice

by Jimbo Quality

Readers’ comments travel through the tubes and are carefully sorted

A while ago I ’splained how comments here work. In case you missed it, here’s a recap.

You people write them, then they go thru teh internets, then they get jumbled up and put through our comment thing, then they plop out here at the Herald Office. I know, because I catch them.

Well, not me. I have buckets. Miss Pixeleen says I’m not to touch the comments themselves.

Sometimes Miss Pixeleen says “Jimbo, get the big bucket” then we know it’s a story that’s gonna get a lot of comments and everyone stands around while I go to the cellar and get a big bucket. Then they stand around and watch the comments come pouring in. If it’s a really big story she tells me to get a vat. We go all the way up to oil barge when there’s a story about furry people having sex coming through the pipes.

For a while, it was looking like I might need to go live someplace else because no matter how hard I tried to hide, Miss Pixeleen would find me and tell me to go get a big bucket for some dumb story or another. Between furry stories, ageplay and anything by Tenshi, I was breaking my back hauling the comments around.

Jimbo Quality - professional comment container schlepper

Things calmed down, which was good. I do have a busy camping chair routine AND a presidential campaign to run, after all.

Then, a couple weeks ago, Miss Penance the nice purple cat lady, came to the offices and the comment thingy went batshit. You should have seen it; it took me, my invisible friend Jeebus and the godammed office parakeet sixteen straight hours of bucket duty to keep up with all the comments. I don’t know what she did or how many times she did it but I thought it was going to kill us.

Then, one day, I fell asleep and when I woke up I looked and all her buckets were empty. The other articles were full, the thingy seemed to be working right, just hers were gone. I told Jeebus I was going to hide and he should ask Miss Pixeleen what was going on. I figured I’d broken something. “Help me Jeebus,” I said.

“Not now, Jimbo,” Miss Pixeleen said as she stormed through the office, and I knew it was gonna be ok, at least for me, because she didn’t even kick me, or Jeebus, when she went by.

Curious, bored and underemployed, me, Jeebus and the bird hid and watched. We heard the comment thingy rumble and a whole bunch of comments came in and plopped into Miss Penance’s super-size bucket. Then poof, they disappeared. I looked at Jeebus and Jeebus looked at me. We both looked at the bird, who shrugged, feigning indifference.

“She’s deleting them, you moron,” called Miss Pixeleen from the other room.

Now, the series of events that happened after that is a little unclear, but here’s the best I can figure.

The Herald Office, in addition to my invisible friend Jeebus, has several spirits that hang around. As near as I can figure, the news that someone at the Herald was deleting comments was so shocking that either the ghost of Miss Murphy or of Mr. Prok stepped on Tenshi Vielle’s foot, because she got hopping around and bounced into Miss Justine, who spilled coffee on the bird, who flew like a pissed-off-supersonic feather-covered bullet right into my gaping pie hole. Yes, Jeebus saved me, with help of Dr. Heimlich. Tasted like chicken.

Needless to say, we were all a little shocked by the whole thing, ’specially the bird.

At this point I should admit that I’ve got a longstanding case of comment envy. I schlep buckets and barrels and industrial vats around the office to catch all the comments people get. Meanwhile, they gave me a dixie cup with my name on it for my comments. My last article got ten. The one before that got two. I’ve framed them all, even the comments I wrote.

Jimbo’s personal comment bin

So here’s the deal. Give me your comments. I’ll treasure them. Some suggestions, in case you’re stuck.

Jimbo-

You’re the funniest Herald writer since Prokofy Neva.

Love,

Mooty

Jimbo-

Last night was incredible!

Love,

Callie

Yo Jimbo!

That raise you’ve wanted is yours.

Love,

Uri

Hey Jimbo!

You’ve always got a friend in me.

Love,

Jeebus

Hey Jimbo!

Vote for You,

Love,

Jimbo

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[Note from Justine- I was blogging about an outfit one day, which means my avie was just standing around in a store, when Snooker Whiteberry walked up and introduced herself. We’ve been shopping pals ever since. Snooker has a great sense of style and a great sense of humor and as always I hope my pictures do her justice].

My real life boyfriend is a Second Life addict, and that’s why I’m here. I’m not a gamer, and for over a year I wouldn’t touch this place with a ten foot pole no matter how many times he asked, but then my job moved me a couple of states away and I gave in and gave it a try. I’m not entirely sold on the place, but it’s a nice way to stay in touch.  I like Second Life for that.

The one thing I really like is the shopping. I’ve only been here a couple of months but I have already amassed a wardrobe of clothes, skins and hair I just love. I know that all of the Post 6 Grrrls say that, but with me it’s different. I see a nice skin or a well drawn blouse as a little piece of digital art. My avatar is like a gallery I can use to show off the works I like best. Lucky me that my boyfriend is happy to support my shopping habit. (/me waves to him from the page!)

I try to create different looks, combinations of skins and hair and shapes that go well. I know a lot of people stick to one look and wear it all the time, or like Dwight Shrute try to make their avatar as much like their real selves as possible, but I prefer to play Barbie with my avatar, only better, because it’s like I have ALL the Barbies, and can adjust my shape to make even more. I really hope you like the different looks here. Justine was a big help in getting them together and I want to thank her for it.

Before she would let me pose, Justine made me come here and read The SL Herald for a couple of weeks to see what I was getting into. I’m not nervous yet, but I’m sure I will be when I look at my screen Saturday morning and see myself up there. If nothing else its been great to read your blog here, and to hang out with Justine. Enjoy, and Happy Thanksgiving.

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