Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom
What is a hulaboom, I don't know
I think it's a coin from Idaho
Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom
Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom
Where is Idaho, I don't know
I think it's a place in outer space
Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom
Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom
Where in outer space, don't ask me
It must be farther than the eye can see
Twenty-three cents in a hula-hulaboom (x4)
- Touch Me Zoo c.1990's
How does that happen? Just when you think you’ve arrived at something novel – off comes the chrysalis and your insular world opens to the broad expanse of the cyberverse.
Before beginning this blog, I never thought a moment about the use(s) of the name Hulaboom. For that matter, when I entered SL I had no idea that my in-world experiences would become fully an avocation. Since I am interested in my site stats (thanks for the tip Mr. X…) I googled around a bit.
I learned about SL in a software product users group meeting where the topic was collaboration. Yes: I knew about list-servs and wikkis and online gaming. But what got my attention was the fact that the NBA had just created a SL presence. My husband had enjoyed a very fruitful online experience / community for the past handful of years through his involvement with Sporting News’ Strat-O-Matic. His living legacy to that community was and still is a rather niche labor of love: Diamond Dope. This has become a rich source of inspiration and controversy for that wild bunch of stat-loving baseball fanatics. Diamond Dope regularly clocks monthly page loads numbering in the 10’s of thousands. Given that I did not enjoy any such connection with an online presence, I was consistently scheming ways in which to make his enormous time investment pay-off meaningfully to the family coffers. I needed to check out this new avenue and the kinds of things that the NBA was doing in Second Life…
When I sign up to come in-world, I am wholly unconcerned with any deeper or philosophic meaning to my avi name. After all, I was just there to see what online professional basketball looks like. Better keep it anonymous, and frivolous but somewhat in the family, I mused. At that time, the fruit of our loins was an avid Toontown player. Disney provides those players with long lists on a three-part, but limited scrolling widget from which to choose a Toone name. Hers was Miss Fluffy Hulaboom. That worked for me – after all this was not to be a serious or long term thing.
I have now learned that Hulaboom is at least couple of things. It is the Toontown avi of someone that has very lively sense of humor and likes to make YouTube vids of their exploits. It is also the admired .wav creation of someone that is active in Dr. Who discussions. (Does that Hulaboom fit into a Tardis? Inquiring minds want to know…) And I discover that it is the subject of Touch Me Zoo lyrics (cited above) which resides on pages that include information about the Philadelphia band: the Dead Milkmen and beer reviews. I know exactly what Hulaboom is: she’s not in Idaho or outer space, she's Land Baroness Voom to you, the author of this blog, entries on Twitter and snaps on Flickr.
So what is in a name? I suppose it’s what you make of it. Hope the rest of you Hulas out there are having as much fun as I am – only where’s my 23 cents?
- Touch Me Zoo c.1990's
How does that happen? Just when you think you’ve arrived at something novel – off comes the chrysalis and your insular world opens to the broad expanse of the cyberverse.
Before beginning this blog, I never thought a moment about the use(s) of the name Hulaboom. For that matter, when I entered SL I had no idea that my in-world experiences would become fully an avocation. Since I am interested in my site stats (thanks for the tip Mr. X…) I googled around a bit.
I learned about SL in a software product users group meeting where the topic was collaboration. Yes: I knew about list-servs and wikkis and online gaming. But what got my attention was the fact that the NBA had just created a SL presence. My husband had enjoyed a very fruitful online experience / community for the past handful of years through his involvement with Sporting News’ Strat-O-Matic. His living legacy to that community was and still is a rather niche labor of love: Diamond Dope. This has become a rich source of inspiration and controversy for that wild bunch of stat-loving baseball fanatics. Diamond Dope regularly clocks monthly page loads numbering in the 10’s of thousands. Given that I did not enjoy any such connection with an online presence, I was consistently scheming ways in which to make his enormous time investment pay-off meaningfully to the family coffers. I needed to check out this new avenue and the kinds of things that the NBA was doing in Second Life…
When I sign up to come in-world, I am wholly unconcerned with any deeper or philosophic meaning to my avi name. After all, I was just there to see what online professional basketball looks like. Better keep it anonymous, and frivolous but somewhat in the family, I mused. At that time, the fruit of our loins was an avid Toontown player. Disney provides those players with long lists on a three-part, but limited scrolling widget from which to choose a Toone name. Hers was Miss Fluffy Hulaboom. That worked for me – after all this was not to be a serious or long term thing.
I have now learned that Hulaboom is at least couple of things. It is the Toontown avi of someone that has very lively sense of humor and likes to make YouTube vids of their exploits. It is also the admired .wav creation of someone that is active in Dr. Who discussions. (Does that Hulaboom fit into a Tardis? Inquiring minds want to know…) And I discover that it is the subject of Touch Me Zoo lyrics (cited above) which resides on pages that include information about the Philadelphia band: the Dead Milkmen and beer reviews. I know exactly what Hulaboom is: she’s not in Idaho or outer space, she's Land Baroness Voom to you, the author of this blog, entries on Twitter and snaps on Flickr.
So what is in a name? I suppose it’s what you make of it. Hope the rest of you Hulas out there are having as much fun as I am – only where’s my 23 cents?
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