User:EddyFragment Robonaught
Links of interest
The future of SL. Please share your vision.
Figures suggested by Zero Linden on possible eventual virtual world size and usage.
The wonderful, beautiful, free-to-download, masses-and-masses of music by Torley Linden.
Babbage Lindens amazing Mandelbrot Explorer Script.
The Mandelbrot Set as described by Wikipedia.
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About Eddy Fragment
- I figured since I have opted to participate in the documentation of this wiki that I should write a lil something about myself and why I am here.
However.....I have to take my dog out pretty soon and need a cup of tea and a ciggy before I do anything (including having a cup of tea and a ciggy(and yes that is a constant loop)). I will though write a lil biog for anyone who cares to know something about me when I get some time.
- Thanx for your interest -- Eddy 08:49, 27 April 2009 (UTC)
Well lets see.... I grew up "normal" I suppose (whatever normal is), cutting worms in half and being amazed to have two and burning matchbox cars with flammable liquids and rags in order to simulate the scenes from the likes of "The Dukes of Hazard" and "The A Team". I was an "ugly" teenager (whatever ugly is). With ginger hair, freckles and the cheapest spectacles our family could afford. I wasn't cool or popular but found an early sense of peace through spending a great deal of time in my own company and never needing to be approved of by my peers (cause I didn't have any). I did end up a little bit socially inept though. I left school as soon as I could and went to work and was unfortunately made redundant a few times in a row which made me kinda bored. "Why bother" was my attitude at that time. I turned to alcohol and drugs and became the antichrist. People literally crossed the street to avoid me. But I was always honest and kind and decent. I ended up feeling so low and withdrawn that I sank into a state of almost total disassociation which developed into schizophrenia. That was a dark time and not the kind of thing one should be writing here (the same goes for the assault I suffered as a child at the hands of a pervert). So after some years of pure hell and a short stay in prison followed by a slightly longer stay in an asylum I was feeling a little better. I found a quiet place to sit and think and around 3-4 years later I peeled myself off the window sill I had sat on for almost all of that time (seriously) and with a new found understanding I went forth into the world afresh. In the time between going insane and reaching a state of reasonable calm I found Zen and it made sense. Around 3 years ago I finally shook off my attainment and reached nirvana. That was cool. If you were to label me with regard to religion or philosophy you would need to use a lot of words for the string would be something like "Socialist anarchist Taoist Nihilist Sociopathic Philanthropist with a dog" (lol).
I found SL because I lost contact with a friend while losing my mind and went to an internet cafe place to see if facebook or myspace might be useful. Up until this time (around 11 months ago) I had no idea about computers or the like but the guy who ran the cafe helped me find my friend. I was blown away by what I saw on the screen and how clever all the systems were. Links everywhere to see so many things. I started to understand how much could be done with work on the internet and saved to buy a PC. I got it and was learning HTML before I knew what a graphics card was. I had heard of SL from a program on the TV years before and thankfully remembered. I came to SL to (didn't quite know what to expect but thought it would be geeks and nerds talking about how big the hard drives were compared to their floppies) see if I could use what little I knew of HTML to make applications to sell. I then became a vampire and got partnered to a freak then another and then was betrayed by my minion and ...... "Hang on" I thought. I seem to have lost track of why I came here. So I went to a sandbox and got settled in to really trying to learn to build.
I sent this Notecard to the Governor some time ago --
Hi Gov; or should that be God?
I just wanted to say a personal TY for SL. It has honestly turned my life around from being pretty rubbish to being truly excelent. I am starting a business, I have friends and am learning LSL and building etc. Because of this I am leaning how to use other systems like QAvimator and GIMP.
SecondLife has made my first one worth living. And I am really loving every day of both.
Thank you for your vision and effort in making all this a reality. I hold you in high regard.
Have a great SecondLife Mr. Linden.
P.s. On a more personal note...... OMG! You need to bulk your profile up sooo much. lolz
Byeee
I think that kinda sums it up. -- Eddy 00:40, 3 June 2009 (UTC)
I just learned (in the last couple of days) that Governor Linden was not the right av to send it to so I sent it to Philip as I should have. As Strife has noted (lolz) I am rather forward. I am lucky to have no shame. -- Eddy (talk|contribs) 13:05, 10 June 2009 (UTC)
What's in a name?
My name is long and cumbersome for most folk in SL so I am generally called Eddy. Interestingly though I should in fact be called Fragment since I am a Fragment of Eddy(as you can see though I have moved with the times since explaining this to everyone I meet would become tiresome and now even call myself Eddy). Thus EddyFragment. The choice of Robonaught seemed appropriate since I was stepping into an unknown world in a suit made of pixels like a cybernetic space explorer. However I was named Eddy Fragment long before entering Second Life. -- Eddy (talk|contribs) 19:12, 4 June 2009 (UTC)
This will give a clue to the meaning of my name if you're keen.
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Follow with the Baroque Mandelbrot for a real treat
Inspirational influences
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, 1952.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. . Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), "If".
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!