Rolig Loon

I sympathize. I prefer a book that I can hold in my hand too. I've been here for 13 years now, so I've watched all the changes that you are coping with now as they accumulated. SL is a constant exercise in learning, much as RL is. The big difference in SL is that the pace of change is significantly greater than in RL -- well, a lot of RL anyway. If you blink or take a vacation for more than a few months, you come back to find new features or potholes. Sadly, printed books can't keep up with that pace of change.

The other standard way to create fluids, of course, is to use particles. If you walk through regions in Bellisseria, you'll see many examples of fluid behavior in things that the moles have created there, many using particle displays.

Look at the first entry in this sticky thread

Garden Gnome

Yes it was. I bought it at the time and then found much better information in world. Today, your best source of basic information is the Knowledge Base. The tab is right at the top of every page in the forums. Like that old manual, a few KB articles are also outdated, but most are kept current. They cover a wider variety of topics than that old manual too. And then there are the in-world resources, like Caledon Oxbridge University and NCI and Brewer's Brewery. They not only have their own tutorials but also offer a schedule of regular classes on popular topics like land management and inventory control.

As Cindy explained, you are talking to other residents. There are no Lindens here. If you have a personal billing question, call the Billing Office.

Scripts do not reset when the region restarts, unless you have written them specifically to do that with CHANGED_REGION_START, so that's not a worry. A script will always lose any internal memory when it's restarted, though, so you have to store valuable information somewhere else. You can save very small amounts of information in the Description fields of prims in the object's linkset. That's handy for keeping key startup variables. For storing more information, you need to send it to: 1. Another scripted object in world (your own "server" object) 2. A database outside of SL, like a Google spreadsheet. 3. A KVP record managed by your Experience, if your script is set to run under an Experience. 4. Yourself as an IM or e-mail message, which you then handle manually (and with great frustration).

And you uploaded them as 32-bit textures, not 24-bit ones?

This is just a guess from non-tatooo maker, but it sounds to me as if you haven't applied alpha properly to the background in your texture. You should be uploading it as a 32-bit PNG or TGA file to be sure that the alpha channel survives.

Clouds obscure my path. The horizon, still unseen, Beckons me onward.

Vous devrez demander à la personne qui vous l'a vendu. Personne ne peut vous aider avec ça.

Life indoors adds real stress WHINE

No, not really. The TOS (Sect. 3.4) says: "You may permit or deny other users to access your Virtual Land on terms determined by you. Any agreement you make with other users relating to use or access to your Virtual Land must be consistent with the Agreements, and no such agreement can abrogate, nullify, void or modify the Agreements." So, yes, the owner may be a jerk and outrageous, but as long as he isn't violating the TOS in some other way, he can make his own rules about who is allowed to be there. He doesn't have to be consistent, and he doesn't have to tell you the rules. He doesn't even have to have rules. It's his land and he can simply decide that he doesn't want you there -- quite a bit like RL, in fact. The best thing you can do is move on and find a different place to hang out.

Beaucoup de choses sont vendues dans des boîtes. Ce n'est rien à craindre. Rez la boîte au sol et ouvrez-la. Suivez ces instructions: Les maisons sont souvent également emballées dans des boîtes spéciales appelées «boîtes Rez». Ils sont conçus pour vous aider à placer la maison au bon endroit et à la manipuler au sol jusqu'à ce que sa position et sa rotation soient parfaites. La plupart des maisons ainsi emballées contiennent des instructions précises pour vous indiquer comment utiliser la boîte rez. .

It is really hard to get my horse into the spirit of the day. I told him all about the new land that just opened the other day, with all the lovely giant redwood trees. He seemed excited about exploring, but when we arrived at our starting point in Snooker, all he wanted to do was sniff the flowers. He is the weirdest horse on the planet, I swear. He's always been most interested in places that have a lot of hills and lakes, so I have made a point of taking him along when I have wandered in the camping regions and when I have gone looking for swimming holes in the high lands of Bellisseria -- except where it's too steep and rocky, of course. He's never seen redwoods, though, so I thought today would be a treat. We started from the west, barely the other side of the bridge over the huge ring lake that dominates this area. Once I got him away from the daffodils, we crossed the bridge and headed down dirt roads into the heart of Snooker. I'm impressed by how much work has gone into stonework here. There are some picturesque retaining walls and stone fences all along the roads. Roads are convenient for people who live in these houses, but my horse and I prefer to get off into the woods and hills when we can. You can see a lot more of the landscape when you can get up above rooftops and low trees. From even a low ridge like this one, we could see well across to the north shore of the ring lake. The hills are also popular with hikers and picnickers, just as they are in other parts of Bellisseria to the west. I will never understand why people just walk off and leave a fire like this untended, however, or how they can believe that plates full of sandwiches will still be there when they decide to come back. It boggles my mind, and it puzzles my easily-distracted horse. We followed a winding ridge crest from Snooker into Jerife Blando, getting higher and higher into the redwoods. (Some quiet evening I want to dig into local history to find out who this "Gentle Sheriff" was, by the way. When I find out, I will tell you. I bet there's a good story there.) Before we knew it, we were headed back down the eastern end of the ridge and were in Filbert. It's easy travelling all through there -- hardly any shrubbery or loose rock to make my horse nervous. There are lots of birds and small critters up there too. They are hard to spot, but we could hear them rustling and singing in the trees. When we came back to the road again, it was in a rocky part of Filbert where there were many more wildflowers than in Snooker. Butterflies too. My horse is a sucker for butterflies. He was starting to really enjoy himself. The road winds between rocky knobs and over low ridges as it leads into Scranton Woods. I love the way that some houses here are perched at high spots like this one on the left. That's a dramatic setting for a home. I imagine that it's even more striking in stormy weather. Wouldn't that be a great place to live? It wasn't long before we reached the bridge that leads across the ring lake in the east. Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to cut the road through some gigantic redwood stumps instead of just bulldozing them out of the way. I've spotted others like this one from a distance, so I figure this must be part of a scenic betterment program, making photogenic landmarks to fascinate travelers. It's a cool idea, even if it is extra work. My horse was thirsty, so we stopped to rest at the ring lake. As lakes go, this one is not especially deep or wide, but it is pretty. I pointed out the way homebuilders have nestled houses right up to the shore, making it easy for people to launch small boats, or maybe go swimming right outside their own back yards. I'll admit that I was tempted myself, but despite the fact that this is a relaxed, forested area, it is a bit populated. We never saw a soul all afternoon. I'm sure that someone would have noticed as soon as I stripped down and headed into the water, though. My horse never cares, but people can be funny. He's really single-minded. When I travel with him, we just seem to jump from one flowered area to another. Silly horse. The afternoon was wearing on as we wandered into Dhingle, where the road is not nearly as up and down as it is in Scranton Woods. We could see open land further to the east, so we pressed on just far enough to see what was there. And here it is, the end of the road for now. This is the eastern edge of Dhingle, where they will have to end up building a bridge and then more roads into the mountains on the other side of this large lake. There are no homes past this point yet, but they will be coming soon. You can be sure of that. Pure, open back country doesn't stay empty for long. I think my horse might have wanted to explore to the east, but I could tell that he was getting tired and he would have needed to swim to get there. I could see that the bottom drops off quite a lot at this spot -- not a good place for a horse to try getting into the water and then try to scramble up the bank on the opposite side. Besides, there will be other days to see what's over there. With any luck, there will be good ponds and lakes in the high hills, so I can add to my growing list of swimming holes in Bellisseria. There's always something to look forward to.