Thanks to a friend, I finally head my first real Holodeck Moment in VR.
While Resonite gave me my first "this is my body now" moment, Resonites worlds were nice but mostly highly stylized (and honestly, I'm still smitten with having a closer body to what I want there), and SL was, as I mentioned, a 3D experience versus VR.
But I tried EmuVR at the suggestion of a friend - which is essentially a VR version of RetroArch for playing console games on your VR set. But it's set in a small room. From the 80s.
With the closed in walls, and the ability to really look up close and examine stuff (and the little things like candy bars scattered around, and pizza boxes), it really felt like I was inside a room full of TVs.
The game emulation was iffy but the immersion was really REALLY complete. Very VERY felt like a Holodeck sim....
@CiscoJunkie - :: faints from shock::
Music Before Bed - Missing a friend right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GU35oCHGhJ0
@theogrin - I feel this so so so much.
Dear boobs.
I understand that you're doing what you can. But if you're going to be in my sight every time I look down, please at least grow a little more?
Sincerely,
The girl who would prefer to be able to have some cleavage when she wears a camisole.
oh! very last thing:
i came of sexual age during the middle of the #AIDS #pandemic.
had it not been for ACT-UP many of us GenXers would have been dead by now. they FORCED the mainstream to reckon with the virus's devastation and the Reagan and Bush policies that were nothing but #eugenics served over "kinder, gentler" platitudes.
AND YET, i'd cringe when Larry Kramer would talk about USGov's fascist health policies.
Larry, you were right. fascism been here for a long ass while.
Strong move on PornHub's part today, blocking Texan IPs from access. As has been said, once you have their Full Attention, their hearts and minds will follow.
It would be nice if they blocked access until Abbott and Paxton elected to be decent human beings instead of the slavering ghouls they are within, but little steps.
I want a documentary on the last living 80s beauty counter attendants. The ones who are dolled up and dressed to the nines and call you “hon” and tell you your skin is *glowing* when you’ve just rolled out of bed and schlepped over for some replacement primer. I am an aging millennial and I need them to know how much they are loved.
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