Howdy! Good news! Our beloved Attorney General, Jacon Cortes was recently featured in a RL newspaper! Read on for more of his chance encounter with the journalist from Star-Telegram:
How I got my ‘Second Life’ look
(link: http://www.star-telegram.com/schools/story/757192.html )
I look like Jason Taylor: tall, a little mysterious, lighter than air. With a couple of mouse clicks, I can even dance like Jason Taylor.
In reality — well, never mind.
This appearance comes courtesy of “Texas Attorney General” Jacon Cortes. Señor Cortes is part of a Victorian role-playing group that simulates the late 1700s and 1800s in Second Life, the virtual world game of sorts. I ran into him last week on his island of historical Texas buildings.
At the time I — my Second Life name is Smuck Snoodle — looked kind of like E.T. (Let’s just say I didn’t take advantage of the “appearance” module back on Orientation Island.)
“You look kind of like E.T.,” Señor Cortes said.
Over the course of an hour or so, he conducted an extreme Second Life makeover on me. New skin. New shape. New clothes. It was all a blur. I remember one point, standing there completely naked, saying something like, “I need pants.”
I had to be shown everything, but Señor Cortes, a fellow Texan, was patient.
And, truth be told, I’m really proud of my new look.
So, this week, I called Señor Cortes to thank him — in Real Life, not Second Life.
“You still have your pants?” asks Juan Antonio Canales, 41, of Benavides, chuckling. He’s been in Second Life since February 2007. For a while he visited clubs and shops and parties. Then he started to build things and got hooked. Canales, his brother, Tocho, and a friend from France who goes by Pixapao Xeno jointly run a Texas-themed island. It takes up all of their free time.
Of course, in Benavides in South Texas, there’s not much else to do with your free time. (Canales makes his living doing freelance computer work and working cattle on the weekends.)
Canales says he tries to help newbies get started whenever possible.
“I was a newbie once myself,” he says.
Well, I, for one, am grateful.
You never forget the person who first showed you how to put on your pants.
