Today, I was Xandah. At first, I meant to log in as my Alt from India* just to have her grab a shirt in support of a charity fundraiser (see here) but my wife logged in, too, so we sat on the swing at the Bay City Arboretum (Slurl) for a chat and a cuddle rather than take the time for me to log out then log back in as Uccie. I teased that Angela was making out with a family friend and that Uccie better not find out, all in good fun.
Somehow we got on the topic of SLebrities, those names/avatars that everyone seems to be familiar with for ill or for good, and Xandah (me) remarked:
[12:53] Xandah: And so many are faux-lebrities. So many people copy [redacted name]’s style for example, but I think [another redacted name] (et alt) is a far, far better artist.
[12:53] Xandah: et alt … gotta write that down
[12:53] Xandah: damn .. that’s good
[12:54] Angela Galway: yeah
And there it was. et alt.
The concept that has been rattling around in my mind for so long. Expressing that one Resident’s various “characters” are all in some way the embodiment of that typist. It has a name now.
Et alt. As if writing a citation for several authors. Uccie, et alt.
I am all these women and a man (secret identity time!). Or when I log in as one of two alts I share with my brother, s/he is also me. Just different parts of me. Uccie, et alt.
*Poultry Report posts with Xandah here.