Ah, Professor Erde, we hardly new ye. Well, he’s not really dead, he’s actually just being held for ransom.
I was going to try to show the class Second Life tonight, but it wouldn’t let me log in. Oh, well, not the first time that’s happened. It’s been a while, so I guess I may have forgotten the password. An attempt to change the password ended up with a message that I needed to call them. Which I did. Apparently, my lease on life had expired.
The problem was that I actually paid a membership fee for quite a while. I haven’t been using SL as much, and so hadn’t realized I’d stopped paying. (I had paid annually.)
“Oh,” I suggested, “I guess I’ll just go back to a basic, non-paying membership.”
That’s fine, support said, but I would have to pay my back bills of $72, and there was no guarantee anything would be left in my inventory. Um, OK, no.
So Erde is as good as dead. And if I needed any more encouragement to spend less time with him in SL, this was it. Funny thing is I talked to someone in the media about SL earlier today, and sent her along to one of my colleagues who was more heavily involved in Second Life. I guess it’s time to move on.