Crap Mariner continues to manifest some kind of psychic disturbances, showing his avatar skin as human, with increasing patches of broken porcelain, like a doll.
Whatever is troubling him in RL or SL, I'm serving as a punching bag for this. It's strange. I don't know what it's really about.
A few weeks ago, I wrote on Twitter:
Lately Crap Mariner has been appearing as a human being or porcelain doll & not a robot. I'm finding this too Uncanny Valley. Make it stop!
A humorous, light comment of the sort that someone who operates SecondLie Scribe and SecondLie some of the time often makes (apparently one of the people he shared this account with was the griefing asshole from Woodbury named Cam). A joke that hinges on the idea of a kind of man-bite-dog -- that ordinarily, you might find it Twilight Zone if a human became more robotic; but because Crap starts out as a robot, if he becomes more human, you find *that* Uncanny Valley.
For some reason, this comment struck home to this being/avatar Crap Mariner, and he began to savage me. He began to write the most awful untrue things about me. Like that I only cared about traffic to pay ads. Or that I was a greedy landlord and self interested only. Or that I wanted to become CEO of Linden Lab and was holding out for a better contract. Etc. Etc. Creepy! What makes people write lies like that? To impugn awful things to someone they know aren't true? That they've never said for years?
So, brushing past those obvious trolling bullshit techniques, I try to think, what is this *really* about. Perhaps my critique of Grace, that came before that. But yet, Crap seemed to remain calm about my remarks, possibly because deep down, he is pretty done with a lot of those musicians whom he tried to promote and help and never seemed to appreciate or cooperate with his leadership. He is likely indifferent to whatever scrapping is occuring between the Not Possible in Real Life marms and the musicians and whomeover over their 70 -- oops, now 4 -- sims.
Perhaps he got mad at my indifference to the Linden "bloodbath". I'm indifferent -- not maliciously gleeful as is wrongfully impugned to me -- because I think it's good that for once, the Lab took the hit and not the residents. But Crap, who was making these really nasty, vicious parodies of M Linden all this time, and was gunning for him to be fired next, saw it differently. He treats the Linden culling as some kind of noble losses in a civil war on his own side or something.
I don't have any use for M Linden, but I don't feel the animosity toward him as a "suit" or something that Crap as a geek and grid monkey feels. I appreciate whatever professionalism and efforts he brought to the table; I didn't appreciate his ruinious Viewer 2, which, bTW, Crap only praised as a toy to play with for all his Windlighty photos.
I once told Crap that I thought making a parody of M was a really great idea, and making him as an alphabet letter -- the really unpopular thing these new management types did in making them selves grandly named by letters -- was brilliant. But then, what didn't fit was his strange, retarded southern-style voice, like he was a hick. Whatever you want to say about M, I told Crap at the time, he's not a hick. He's a San Franciscan. This is a gentleman in the best clothes with the best that modern urban culture can give him. I would have parodied him as something like the hippie teacher on Hey Arnold, ineffectual, mild, bland, etc. Or as somewhat light in the loafers.
But Crap had a deep animosity to this *class* of human being -- manager of geeks -- as being a hick, stupid. Of course, there's something annoying -- even sinister -- about Crap's own class -- the geeks, the coders, the grid monkeys, the helpdeskers, etc. They have no loyalty to companies. They view themselves as highly superior to customers and management and other kinds of employees. They are in a permanent LOLZ and a sneer and view themselves as highly transient guns for hire that anyone is glad to hire and gets down on their knees and begs to work for $50-75 an hour.
I'm glad there a lot more of these people unemployed these days than there used to be, and I hope they will come to learn the joys of working at the post office, Rite-Aid, Kelly Girl, the 7/11, and the strawberry fields as I have over the years.
Now Crap is shrieking about this content loss of this fellow named Graf, and implying, by wearing a hated parody shirt of me called "Prok Star" made by the vicious little mediocrity Shaun Altman and distributed by the Woodburies, that I've done something evil. I've criticized Graf for being a prima dona and not waiting longer to let his case be processed and instead deleting sims and showing drama and charging out of SL in a huff.
I've been one of Crap's biggest fans, reading his posts and admiring his pictures and stories every day. I never became a groupie of the 100-word story events or other events on his sim -- I found that contrived and really not truly literary, but geeky -- not for us. But SL is such that an artist like Crap can have concentric circles of fans -- some people like one thing, other people like another, and the media is adjusted to have full immersion or lite sampling.
Lately, what Crap has been using his daily story hour posts for is to tell us the story of a RL diet and weight loss, coupled, punishingly, with a war on the wallet. I admire people who set goals and achieve them and Crap is doing that, losing weight, saving money towards other goals, eating healthy.
Yet...there's something back of this that points to a psychic disturbance. People have all kinds of reasons for losing weight and eating healthy -- it's hard to do and usually they finally take it on when either they have terrible health news delivered to them by doctors, or they need to find sexual/romantic partners, or they are just in midlife crisis -- something isn't right.
Of course, despite the always-on, always-share, Exposed Me quality of social media, we're not supposed to ask what is behind what already seems like a deep exposure. We don't Need to Know whether someone is 20 pounds less or ate burritos or clumps of spinach for lunch, but we're told this Too Much Information and then...we're supposed to shut up.
This is what I mean by social media as being such a burning lie -- such a subterfuge even as it discloses and exposes.
In real life, your very close friends who would tell just you -- and not the entire world -- that they were losing weight because their doctor warned them of a heart attack or because they needed a new girlfriend. That is, their valiant acts would come bundled with other relavant just-for-you news.
In social media fake life. somebody broadcasts their diets all day and their health eating and you feel like you're getting bulletins from Susan Powter and Richard, the sweating to the oldies guy, but you aren't hearing what's *really* up. And you don't dare comment or ask, except in a superficial way, because then you're rude, etc.
Social media like Second Life (which I clump together with this phenomenon, although they're different) also creates such fake and false friends. You think someone you've talked to nearly every day pleasantly, with understanding, with solidarity, with shared insights, with cameraderie is your "friend," but they aren't really. Of course you don't know them and can't see their *real* setting.
And they can turn on your suddenly like a junkyard dog and be harbouring terrible grievances for miles.
To which I can only shrug. Crap needs a punching bag and is using me. Something is wrong -- it's not about me. Even if somehow he has transformed it into being about me -- I don't care. I long since ceased expecting SL to be a place for real friends. When I want real friends, I spend time with my RL friends I can actually see and share a cup of tea with. I look at SL as primarily a useful interface for mediating enemies such that you can pry this or that feature of them and their works worth following from the other negative or disliked features of them.
What's happening with Crap reminds me of Maxx Monde. An arrogant FIC oldbie whom at first I appreciated as a newbie in the way you do when you haven't seen yet that a person is an asshole. Appreciated, even sympathized with, even exchanged RL info with. Then, you say something "off," they don't like, whoops, you're not a friend, and then whoops, you're savaged on the forums out of spleen. Max was breaking up his marriage, losing weight to find new partners, being an arrogant asshole, then moving on from his business of building in SL to whatever, only to surface back on the loathsome Second Citizen now and then. How filled Second Life is with such personages! Vain, stupid, arrogant -- making interesting and even beautiful things, but turning out to be assholes. Why?
Which is pretty much my attitude on the recent blowback from Prokofy, Soror, SaveMe, Finn, Indigo, Winona, Herald anklebiters, et al.
Who are these other people? I never heard of any of them. Oh, I think I saw one of them on Twitter but I don't know them. So, other people are giving blowback to Crap these days? Hm, maybe *I'm* not the problem!
What makes someone like Crap so publicly unadjusted and unhappy with their world and lashing out at friends over some minor disagreement?