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This isn’t how I looked. I had yellow legs and arms and more lettuce.
It’s true.
It’s one of those mom/grandma/taco moments. Though I usually prefer my tacos on a plate.
So my taco adventure began when my son asked me to meet him and the grandkids in a virtual reality chat room—a private one, of course.
I managed to navigate the sign-on process pretty well—I thought. I think I got a little cocky and started clicking things too fast because when I saw the taco avatar flash by, I had an uneasy feeling that was going to be me in VR.
And I was right.
So the conversation with my son and grandkids went something like this:
Son: Where are you?
Me: Look for a taco.
Son: A taco?
Me: I think I’m a taco.
Pause.
Son: You’re a taco.
Me: I know. Don’t ask me how that happened. Just tell me how to change it.
Son: The kids want to VR with you.
Me (suspects he doesn’t know how to change me either): I’m a taco.
Grandchild 1: Grandma, why are you a taco?
Me: I’m not sure.
Grandchild 1: You look funny.
Me: I’m a taco.
Grandchild 2: Grandma, you’re a taco!
Me: I know.
Grandchild 2: You look funny! I want to be a taco, too.
Pause for both children to change their avatars into tacos.
Me: How did you do that?
Grandkids: We’re all tacos!
I may have edited the conversation a tiny bit for brevity. For instance, I reduced the taco mentions by about 50%. Luckily, the kids finally showed me how to change my avatar.
Now I kind of miss the taco.
But not that much.
Have you tried VR? Were you a taco?
Perilously yours,
Pauline
P.S. Please forgive the brevity of this post (and the preponderance of taco mentions). Both the renovation and the final edits for Maestra Rising are coming to a head. I’m hoping to do a before and after the renovation blog post, but the after is still rolling over me. It’s pretty heavy. But better than being a taco in VR.