A few days ago, I kept going offline repeatedly. Worse than normal. Which is saying alot. Crashing once an hour is about average. I don’t know if it’s the Linden’s fault, the guys at NVidea, or what. Nobody seems to be able to track down the problem.
But on this day in particular, it was worse. And then it started happening to Sandry. She couldn’t figure out what was going on either. Until finally, we noticed what might have been the problem.
I recently joined Blu and Sandry out on a shopping trip. I wandered off the designated path and ran into this guy:
He seemed like an odd little guy, but I brought the girls over to meet him anyway. I don’t know if he was set off by something Miller said, but he promptly started blowing stuff up.
Now he follows us everywhere. You can’t go for five minutes, and you turn around, and there he is.
You try to take a nap, before you can even get your eyes closed, he’s there watching.
Once, he thought he could blend in unnoticed dressed in someone else’s clothes. I don’t think Blu bought into this for a second.
More of this guy’s annoyances can be found in Miller’s blog entry, Asploded. If you happen to run into him, stay a few meters away. He seems polite enough and is generally a pleasant fellow, but he self-combusts spontaneously and frequently, by what appears to be absolutely no pattern or provocation whatsoever. Thankfully, he rarely demonstrates this on others unless you make the mistake of touching him first.