I take back everything bad I ever said about Second Life.

I've heard tales of the huge throbbing sex trade in Second Life, but I've never looked for it. Being a librarian, I just stick with the spanking parties we have after our selection meetings where we roll up our copies of Booklist, turn off the lights and smack each other's bottoms till they're rosy red like the cheeks of English schoolgirls. Every other Thursday from 3:15 to 3:45.

But today I was watching the scrolling list of freshly updated Blogger pages and I saw this:
The Secret Bitches of Second Life , and naturally I had to click.

I'm not really sure what's going on, but it seems to be transcripts of sexy times. Check out at your own risk.

So Second Life, I forgive you for your vast empty fields and desolate streets because now I know the truth. And as soon as I've waxed my virtual form to Olympic swimmer smoothness, I will be back.

Is there anybody in there?

pic at left is my avatar (pixelated to protect it's identity) in Kevin Smith's (Warlock) lair in Second Life

The last time I was in Second Life, I went to the Live Free or Die Hard property because the movie had just opened that week and I was confident that "people" would be there. But nobody was there.
Well, not nobody, a female avatar sat quietly as if she had been stood by her date. My avatar wanted to console her but couldn't (no matter how many times I pressed /me), as those advancements in AI were years away. Some day, young avatar, we will meet again. Some day.
I've been telling people for the last six months that nothing happens there, but thankfully Wired magazine has reported the lack of human participation at Second Life, so now it's official.

But don't get me wrong, I'm going back. When things get crazy at work, it's the one place I can go to get some peace and quiet.