Did I just get ripped off, or was this a fair transaction?

Hmm, I wonder if the name "Scopi" is a coincidence.

and have been programming since I got my Commodore 64 as a kid. I am now a mid-level manager and don't get to program as much because I am too busy in meetings, so I figured I would play here.

When the fence popped up I was coding prim fonts. I am suprized how flat everything looks, so I am creating signs or billboards that use temporary prims to type out your message.

I am going to a baseball game tonight (in rl, are there any in sl?), but when I get back I will put up my sign on my new property that listens to channel 900 and types what it hears.
in little blocks. the A looks like:


.***
*....*
****
*....*
*....*

[edit] the dots above are spaces

but instead of asterisks they are .05x.05.x05 black boxes

I know its not that cool, but I hoped to spend some more time on it.


and the name scopi comes from college where my name was on my door in the dorm and the ra (residential assistant) put the two t's really close to gether so it looked like a pi)

Interesting info, and good luck with the prim fonts and I hope your ball team wins . . . but I don't understand what it has to do with the lattice fence.

Mending Walls and Moving Mountains

Dr. George Mason

Exodus: 24:12-18, February 7, 2002 -
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall. Robert Frost began one of his most memorable and yet ambiguous poems with that familiar line. “Mending Wall,” he titled it; and on first reading or maybe even on the twenty-first, what you are apt to hear in it is something like this…

Two neighbors meet once a year in the spring to mend the stone wall that separates their homesteads. All sorts of things have happened during the year to break down the centuries-old wall. The frozen ground swell of winter, the hunters that pay no mind to the wall for the sport of having the rabbits out of hiding from behind the stones. There’s no good reason for a wall there, one neighbor thinks. No danger of his apples trees bending over to eat the cones under the neighbor’s pine trees and ending up with a mixed marriage of trees that dilutes the races or religions of either one. So why a wall, he wonders.

The other neighbor would rather act the part of an old Stone Age warrior, though, and do the work of rebuilding the wall to keep his defenses strong. He moves in a darkness that comes from within, the enlightened neighbor thinks. The insecure pine-wooded neighbor lives by a creed he inherited from his father: Good fences make good neighbors.

For a long time I would hear people quote that phrase—good fences make good neighbors—and think they were naïve readers, shallow dullards who never spent enough time with the text to see that that is the very thing Frost was trying to counter. He wants us to cast off all this inherited tradition we have blindly received and think for ourselves. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know/ What I was walling in or walling out/ And to whom I was like to give offense, he says. He wants us to dream of a world where we don’t need good fences to make good neighbors. We should stop mending walls and start mending ourselves.


http://www.wilshirebc.org/arise/-1999962105/-1999673381.htm

This is alot of drama/sq.m.

/me wipes the tea off the monitor & pours it out of the keyboard from where it just sprayed while LMAO

So... I'm guessing that you just don't want to explain how a lattice fence in the background was keeping you from typing into a solid white scripting window?

Incidentally, I don't think there's any baseball in SL. By the time you got the teams on the field, the sim would be pretty loaded down, and then there are the spectators... it's a nice idea, though.


Gydeon.