** Update : April Fool's! **
If you had trouble staying online yesterday, or couldn't access the website, you were not alone. The website was down for a short time, and for some time afterwards hard to access. People were also crashing more often and having trouble getting back online.
*Addition*: There are stories of a few women whom when knocked offline and finally able to log back in found themselves wearing a burka and found themselves unable to remove it until they relogged using another viewer.
A group of self-proclaimed Iranian "cyberwarriors" took responsibility, saying this was part of their fight against America.
There has been no official comment from Linden Lab, though there were some comments from individual Lindens. To read them, head to the forum thread here.
Not that I remember something ... unusual (beside the rolling-restarts).
ReplyDeleteBut as SL is probably better secured than the eMail-postbox of the FBI-director ... and about the Date ...
... I HATE APRIL FOOLS!
(Shuftan household, evening of April 1, 2026.)
ReplyDeleteBixyl sits at his computer, laughing at himself at his latest April Fool's "joke": Heh heh!
Bixyl's mom calls down. "Bixyl. Can you come up here, young man? We need to have the talk."
Bixyl bounds up the stairs, excited, thinking she's finally going to discuss the birds and the bees with him.
"Sit down, son. Look. We need to have a very important discussion..."
"You mean, about sex and making babies and all of that?!"
Bixyl's mom gives a strange look back. "Wait. What? No! Look, son, this is serious. But don't you think it's time to find a job and move out? I have things I've wanted to do with my basement for many years now."
Bixyl pouts in response. "But, Mommy. I'm working hard on important things. I'm doing stuff no one else can do. And in the process of doing so, I'm learning valuable job skills! Look at me, I'm the best reporter in Second Life! Why, I wrote up a funny joke today! Didn't you see it?"
Bixyl's mom sighs. "Yes. I saw it. Do you know how funny I thought it was?" Bixyl looks at her, expectantly. She just stares at him, straight-faced. "I laughed harder looking at the bottles on my spice rack while I was making dinner. Look, son. Being a dumb, lazy troll is no way to go through life. That's why you're 46 and still living in my basement."
Bixyl frowns again. "But, Mommy. I have big plans and big dreams. I know what kind of job I want! And I'm working hard to make it happen. Didn't you tell me I can make my dreams coming true?"
Bixyl's mom looks at him some more. "I've been waiting for 30 years for you to find a job and support yourself. So, do tell, what grand job do you have in mind?"
Bixyl smiles excitedly. "I want a job where I get to do nothing, know nothing, shoot off my mouth and be pals with Daddy Trump!"
Bixyl's mom looks at him, annoyed. "Give me a break! Who has a job like that? There's no such job!"
Bixyl smiles even wider. "Jesse Watters does!"
Bixyl's mom frowns, feeling like things are going nowhere, just like the other six hundred times they had this conversation. "Okay. Okay. It's just, I'd like to make use of my own basement while I'm still alive. Can we start off small? Maybe apply for a job at McDonald's before you turn 50?"
Bixyl pouts, his lower lip quivering. "I guess so..."
Bixyl's mom ends the conversation, knowing nothing will ever change, knowing he'll never grow up. "I guess you can go back to what you were doing there. I just hope you will actually make me proud before I die."
Bixyl nods. "Okay, Mommy. Thank you for dinner. Say, are you going to use that bag of potato chips tonight?"
She waves at him, dismissively, as Bixyl grabs the family sized bag of Lays and runs back down to the basement. He plops down at his computer, scheming up more bad jokes and finding more innocent people to troll. "Lays! Heh heh!"
(A narrator voices over as the scene fades: Bixyl still has not grown up. Nor will he ever do so...)