I figure it's time for me to answer the questions I end up answering all the time.
Why choose that name?
Because Mariner was the silliest of the bunch available.
I hate boats. I really hate boats.
I'm so seasick, I vomit at the thought of boats.
If you hand me a freaking gravy boat, I get seasick. That's how bad it is.
No, I was-
Edloe is named after a cat, who was named after a street.
Edloe was big, fat, furry, and very bossy.
She was also highly photogenic. A total camera-whore.
She heard the camera's on tones and would stop and plunk down and pose.
I miss that big fat grumpus.
No, shit for brains, I was referring to your first name!
Oh, that's easy.
Look at the domain name.
The cover story is the fact that my creator cut his hand in my casing and shouted CRAP! as he wound me up the first time.
I thought he was saying my name.
Kinda stuck.
You know, like... never mind.
Isn't the name "Crap" a violation of the Terms Of Service?
I have yet to be approached by the governance team.
If they ask me to change it, I will likely request the name Clockwork, Windup, or Mechanical.
Why do you use the title Idiot In Chief instead of Mayor or Owner?
Because I'm not technically the owner of those islands. I'm just one of many owners.
The islands are jointly owned by the residents.
They are in my name at Linden Lab, but I take my role as a facilitator seriously. I will not make command decisions for the islands. The entire group of residents is called upon to jointly decide on major issues.
Edloe Idiot-In-Chief fits the titlebar nicely. And, let's face it - it's funny.
What happened to the windup butler?
Recycled for scrap. Got a good deal from a copper scrapyard.
Why the hot robot?
If you have to look at an av's backside 90% of the time, you're gonna make it worth looking at, right?
Who makes the skin?
Pandora Wrigglesworth of Curio Obscura.
Oh, and the suit is the wool suit by Blaze Columbia.
The shoes are usually Sylfie's.
The gears are a Michelle Morphett gear set, rearranged as an attachment.
Why clocktowers?
I used to have a nasty fear of heights. Vertigo by just standing on a desk.
This immersive therapy by building these tall things over and over helped a lot.
Why matzoh?
I classify myself as a Bacon-Eating Jew.
Not highly observant, but observant enough.
My matzoh obsession has died down considerably, but if you look inside the clock in the clocktower, there's a piece of matzoh that dispenses my silly food textures.
Okay, you blog, Twitter, Plurk, Facebook, podcast, and whore yourself out to every Web 2.0 social media site in existence. Fine. Nobody's listening to you, you know.
Apparently, you are. Enough to tell me nobody's listening.
You're funny!
Shit. My secret's out.
You're just a cross-dressing pervert!
Hi, Radar!
I'll add to this as people annoy me with silly questions.
