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October 11, 2012 · 9:04 am

Hiked…

… Byng today, and the source of the creek. My pictures didn’t really turn out, however, and this is the only one I felt blog worthy…

Still not that great of a picture, but at least it’s somewhat in focus. It’s an interestingly patterned rock found not far from Byng’s source. Afterwards I was pretty close to the top of Wealthy Mtn. so I just huffed on up there, and travelled the edge of Green Oz Valley on the way back to the car. Here’s another picture, from the top…

I don’t think the leaves are going to put on much of a color show this year. Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Show them the last picture.

bb:

Okay… (checking) Actually I decided to delete that picture of Wedge with the stuff I found on the ridge above it, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Where are you headed tomorrow?

bb:

Well I thought I’d just go back to Blyng — Byng — and do some more hiking; take a different angle through the woods.

Hucka D.:

Great. What do you think of Byng?

bb:

I believe it’s a fantastic creek. I’m not sure an art happening will take place there.

Hucka D.:

Oh I think it has to. You’re set up. You have that rock that will protect you in the rain. You have open-ish meadows below. You have the path along the creek up to the impasse, when you can just jump up into the woods and take that mystery path up to the top of Blue Feather Falls…

bb:

That’s the actual name of the falls, Hucka D.? Who named them?

Hucka D.:

Blue Feather of course.

bb:

Blue Feather Douglas? (no answer) So… is the stream itself named Blyng or Byng or something else?

Hucka D.:

Depends on which era you’re talking about. Lisa knows.

bb:

I suppose she would, since she owns the whole mountain.

Hucka D.:

The new blog is good. Away from Second Life.

bb:

Why was it called Byng?

Hucka D.:

Just a name. Like Fred. Or your favorite: Bob.

bb:

The creek has a past, though. I found irritating spray on that mystery path you mentioned. Strange… why would someone carry protecting spray in the middle of the woods when noone was around.

Hucka D.:

Maybe someone was around, then. Maybe there’s your story.

bb:

So a girl use to come to this creek. To get away from… a boy; boys. Brothers?

Hucka D.:

It’s your story.

bb:

I don’t suppose the girl would be Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Might be. She had to come from somewhere.

bb:

But it’s Lisa Simpson; Lisa the Vegetarian.

Hucka D.:

Still she had to get to Wealthy Mountain sometime, somewhere. A girl, living alone on a creek… might feel the need for some kind of protection.

bb:

So this could be Lisa’s home creek of sorts. Hold on, Hucka D.

—–

bb:

Was Lisa scared of this Pete? And the battle map: Was this a battle map to take Wealthy Mountain. From Pete? Or just a plan to take Wealthy Mountain. Who was on Wealthy Mountain before Lisa?

Hucka D.:

Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain, Wealthy Mountain…

bb:

Well?

—–

Hucka D.:

Spheres. Singing spheres.

—–

bb:

Maybe Pete is a dog — of a more vicious type.

Hucka D.:

Pete Fountain. The dog.

—–

bb:

Tin S. Man seems to predict what I’m going to say in the next email sometimes, Hucka D. This has happened at least twice.

Hucka D.:

Foreshadowing. You are creating synchronicity.

bb:

I deleted the last email.

Hucka D.:

That’s fine. You need to think about Blyng here.

bb:

Is it Blyng or Byng? I think I like Byng better. Or Blynk.

Hucka D.:

Not Blynk. Not that again.

bb:

Byng, like Bing Crosby. Something in the past, several levels or layers before. Byng, Elvis, Beatles, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Pink… a number of layers before.

Hucka D.:

Peel the onion. Look at the empty pool. Understand that a house was once there. Think about all this. Hike! Happy hiking day number 2!

bb:

Thanks!

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October 10, 2012 · 6:03 am

Was he?

So we decided to make a pact and go to The Gatekeeper for bee drinks every Thursday. Then Hucka D. remembered that was bowling night with his pals. “Tuesday, then”, I offered. “Okay,” he said, then remembered the “You Too Can Bea a Beetle” on the insect channel came on at 9 on Tuesday, so he had to beg off again. “When *are* you available?” He looked through his appointment book as I secretly wondered if he was the star of the Beetle show. I ask him. He laughed. I said I didn’t believe a show like that existed. He sneered. “You don’t believe a lot of things about me, what I say.” I said yes, and that’s for good reason. He got up off the couch we were sitting on, springs wore out — too much TV watching. We watched ourselves.

—–

“How powerful is this mountain?” “Powerful,” he replied. “You don’t know.” We were watching ourselves again. I had on an orange jumpsuit. Lisa showed up in back. “Ask her,” he said. “Hi Lisa.” I waved. She waved back. On the table in front of us were battle plans. I noticed the unnamed creek. I asked Lisa about it. “That’s [unpronouncable name]”. “What’s that again?” “[Unpronouncable name]”. “Hmm,” I said. “That’s going to have to be shorted.” She said she didn’t recommend Bob. Hucka D. laughed and agreed, saying I like to name everything Bob that I don’t understand well. So I decided to defy them and name the creek Bob. Then I laughed and said I was joking and that I would think of another name, perhaps not quickly but another name still it would be. Hucka D. said “Joe”. Lisa offered “Pete”. “Bing”, I said. “Short for something. Bing.”

—–

Hold on…
“Byng.”

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October 10, 2012 · 5:57 am

Okay so…

… I wanted to ask Hucka D. about the new stream, the unnamed stream (James Henry? Henry James?) and the power point. Not the Wedge but the one across the road from that one, I explained when he showed up. He became very interested when I told him I had been there today and had bypassed simply hiking up the creek again and gone up the ridges to the west and approached the stream further up from that direction. “You can’t do that,” he said, and snickered, another hidden joke. His father would probably get it. I knew that I was scarily close to the edge of the Lost Valley today, and knew I would certainly be lost if I descended into it. Luckily I knew the stream and where I was. If not, I could have been truly lost. I would not be dead now, most likely, but trapped in the woods at night with temperatures in the 30s perhaps would not have been a good situation. I would have survived. Hucka D. snickered again as I told him all this — “Of course we’re not going to let that happen to you,” he said. I asked if Lisa was a part of that “we” he mentioned, and he said yes. I ask him did he have a specific reason for going back to his dad in Kentucky and he said just to visit, nothing more. Nothing at all. Of course he was not telling the full truth. Was he?

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October 10, 2012 · 5:49 am

“I’m…

… not being totally honest with Tin S. Man, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

You mean Wallace3 isn’t. That’s okay. He’s not being totally honest with you. Or she.

bb:

I invoke the 3333 protective circle, then.

Hucka D.:

As you wish.

—–

So Hucka D. went away for a spell and had a couple of drinks at The Gatekeeper before heading away across the land, across the sea, to Kentucky where he was born and his father still lived, so they say. So he says. And the father laughed with him and said his mother was doing well and that she still loved him and loved both of them and he was happy and they exchanged honey recipes and he came back to Wealthy Mtn. to tell me all about his Kentucky visit, because I was still there as Wallace3, with Tin S. Man. So he forgot all about the 3333 protect[or]ate being formed and realized that Tin S. Man was sealed inside Tinsity and we couldn’t get to him now. So we went to Lisa and she said, in hypertime, that this had to occur, this is how it was meant to be, get use to it in the here and now, and to work on rainbowology, *her* rainbowology. So I thought again that Lisa might be Ozma true ruler of Oz even though she said she wasn’t. “Alma?” I asked. “No,” she said again. And that was it; we went away from Lisa and went back to the sealed Tinsity and checked on Tin S. Man and waved to him but he was engrossed in digging that darn hole. The hole I dug so many years ago as well. “How long was it, Hucka D.?” Not here. Okay, so…

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October 9, 2012 · 4:40 pm

Munster Rock

http://www.munsters.com/herman_munster.php

Appearance: Size 26C shoe; seven-foot-three frame; one brown eye and one chartreuse; steel bolts neck; green complexion; ears do not match; lantern jaw; five-inch-long, lightning-bolt shaped beauty mark on forehead.

Herman Munster Rock (new, proposed name)…

… situated very close below Herman’s Grave, representing probably largest rock in immediate area. Lightning bolt shape of prominent quartz vein (above) is obvious reference to Herman Munster’s lightning bolt shaped beauty mark on forehead.

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October 9, 2012 · 5:12 am

three

“Who knew that Tin S. Man was mad.”

Hucka D.:

We’re all mad. ‘Cept he’s in a bad place to get mad. That place has power!

bb:

What did Lisa V. do to that place?

Hucka D.:

She saw ahead. She’s ahead of us.

bb:

Is Tin S. Man possessed?

Hucka D.:

Yes. In a way.

bb:

He’s digging a hole. But he’s *been* digging a hole for a while. That’s the “ahead” part he mentioned.

Hucka D.:

He’s ahead of you. He’s been digging. You saw him in the past, when he first saw the bones. A long time ago. He is Bones.

bb:

He’s digging a Money Pit? (pause) Ah, well. I know he’s hiding something now.

Hucka D.:

Not really. He’s pretty open about it.

bb:

Why are we so fascinated by this Tinsity?

Hucka D.:

It is the power center of Green Oz, of Wealthy Mountain, even. Lisa V. tried to establish a first center in Quartz Brook Valley but failed.

bb:

It seems we must talk of Lisa V. more, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!)

bb:

I’ll let Tin S. Man have his Tinsity, his Wallace even.

Hucka D.:

He doesn’t want Wallace.

bb:

It’s like he doesn’t want Wallace, the town I mean, to form.

Hucka D.:

Do *you* want it to form? You came here, to this very location, in 1997 and established an unofficial town. You left the door open for Tin S. Man to come in an create an incorporated town [Tinsity] later on, and he built it around that pit. He found the yellow tile road. *He* then invited you back after learning this was a type of homeland. He wanted you to promote DSotR2. You could not agree on what you were looking at, though. He resumes his digging after determining that you are looking at a similar product but a wrong product still. You are then Wallace3 separate from Tin S. Man, from Tinsity. A force field surrounds his town. But not yours. Not yet. Not ever.

bb:

Wallace can’t coexist with Tinsity, then. In hypertime.

Hucka D.:

Tomorrow or Wednesday you begin working on Wedge. You will have insights. You need to work on this blog. You will take pictures. You will be absorbed in a new blog, beyond the old. Tinsity is Old, South, Confederation, Gray, Below. Tinsity doesn’t have to do it this way. It is seceded.

bb:

For Lisa V. this has all happened before. This is *why* she created 3333.

Hucka D.:

Yes. To protect. You.

bb:

I can’t be near Tinsity. I can’t establish Wallace.

Hucka D.:

Wallace may be too close to the radioactivity.

bb:

Lisa V. sealed off Tinsity.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

I am right on that, then. Radioactivity.

Hucka D.:

Sometimes you dig where the ground is loose, which might mean you’re digging where someone has already dug before.

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October 9, 2012 · 4:53 am

here

Hucka D.:

He’s in danger of creating a black hole right in the middle of Green Oz!

bb:

I think Lisa V. is going to help us.

Hucka D.:

If he uses those yellow brick tiles to no good purpose…

bb:

What could he do?

Hucka D.:

Create a black hole!

—–

Wallace3 (dejected):

It is the madness. You have to go back to DSotR2.

Hucka Doobie:

*You* have to go back.

Wallace3:

I must finish the job.

Hucka Doobie:

Otherwise… black hole. 2233. There’s no pulling out now. You’re locked in.

—–

Three

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October 9, 2012 · 4:46 am

add

“There’s more to Wealthy Mountain than just the Tinsity Metropolitan Area, baker b. There’s Red 7 for one.”

bb:

Thanks for that. I still need lessons in protecting my identity.

Hucka D.:

You’re baker b.

bb:

So, what up with Tinsity, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Wallace3, kind of you, is attempting to establish a separate community in the Tinsity area. He was invited there by Wallace3. Sorry — Tin S. Man.

bb:

Tin S. Man seems to be backing out of this.

Hucka D.:

Not really. He’s just establishing boundaries.

bb:

As I am.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

But to other mysteries of Wealthy Mountain.

Hucka D.:

Red 7 is interesting. Probably not as interesting as Tinsity. The story of.

bb:

Let’s talk to Tin S. Man again.

—–

Wallace3:

Hi Tin S. Man! (waves across barrier tree). What’s cooking?

Tin S. Man (looking at ground):

Do you know there are *bones* here. Cow bones if I’m assuming correctly.

Wallace3:

Yes. I knew.

Hucka Doobie (flying as a giant bee-man now):

I’m trying to get inside the boundaries but can’t. I’m bouncing off the Tinsity limits like there’s some kind of force field around it.

Wallace3:

Spock’s Bones.

Tin S. Man:

Yes. I’m ahead of you now. Feel it.

Wallace3:

I invoke the 3333 spell, then.

Hucka Doobie (still bouncing):

A force field!

Tin S. Man:

I have found something. Digging. Bricks. I will take the bricks now. These tiles.

Wallace3:

Stop. Those are mine!

Tin S. Man:

Hmmm, looks like they’re within my boundaries now.

Hucka Doobie:

I can’t stop bouncing.

Tin S. Man: (maniacal laugh)

—–

bb:

That’s not what really happened.

Hucka D.:

Yes. He’s sealing off the sity.

bb:

What does that mean?

Hucka D. (bouncing bee hand off chin):

Hmm. Hafta think about it. I don’t think Lisa will be happy.

—–

Lisa the Vegetarian:

*I* invoke the 3333 spell.

—–

Here

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October 5, 2012 · 7:12 am

I’m…

… glad we are still friends, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Edna was surprised I was still around in your new blog.

bb:

My blog is your blog.

Hucka D.:

Tin S. Man is rethinking this whole deal.

bb:

DSotR2?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Okay.

Hucka D.:

Did you find the secret tunnel yet? I know you have.

bb:

Not sure. Vaguely if so.

Hucka D.:

You will return.

bb:

To Wedge?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Excavate. Like Billfork again. Bring bottles down. Arrange. Your new town.

bb:

Tin S. Man’s story complete?

Hucka D.:

No. Balance must be achieved. Lisa the Vegetarian must experience the Second Coming. Tin S. Man is a rebel.

bb:

I think I’m getting the basic story now. Wallace3 — me kind of — has a magic singing bowl. Maybe 7 of ’em. But esp. 1 — the F Sharp one.

Hucka D.:

You will launch rainbowology in stages. You have already launched stage 1 — 1.0 — the easiest by far. Next is 2.0. Then 3.0. Finally 4.0. All will be known at that time.

—–

“Tin S. Man serves Ozma and Wallace serves Alma, her twin cousin, the one with dark hair instead of blonde hair.”

—–

Tin S. Man:

I will give it another shot. I want to know about… oh, never mind. You’re not going to tell me.

Wallace3:

Not really. That is 3.0.

Tin S. Man (looking at barrier tree between them):

I don’t know what that means. All I care about right now is 2.0.

Wallace3:

3.0 comes before 2.0. But it doesn’t.

Tin S. Man:

Who *are* you?

Wallace3:

I am Wallace3 from the Moon of Jeogeot, and Jeogeot itself. I study that history. I study it through the Baker Blinker Blog. I am 2233. I am 3333. Jeogeot. Wallace3. 108. History. Jeogeot.

Tin S. Man:

How can you be from a virtual reality when you’re standing here in front of me? I can look around. We are in a specific location.

Wallace3:

3333.

Tin S. Man:

What is this county you’re from? Houston?

Wallace3:

It’s just some county. A county that happens to be 2 and 3 together. Like Adams and Jefferson.

Tin S. Man:

What does Nixon have to do with this?

Wallace3:

Oh you’re reading ahead (again)! Not sure yet.

Tin S. Man:

Deception.

Wallace3:

Most likely. Probably.

Tin S. Man:

This hidden tunnel…

Wallace3:

Whatever happened to Lincoln-Johnson-Grant repeated in space/time through Kennedy-Johnson-Nixon. Same event but in two different places. Space doughnut.

Tin S. Man:

I have my incorporated Tinsity, my community.

Wallace3:

Are you stable enough within to understand *my* community? My community that will rise next to yours?

Tin S. Man:

I will have to grow into this understanding.

Wallace3:

You must not be defensive in the end.

Tin S. Man:

No.

Wallace3:

You are now.

Tin S. Man:

No.

Wallace3:

Yes.

Tin S. Man:

Then you are too.

Wallace3:

Maybe. 3333.

Tin S. Man:

No.

Wallace3:

Yes.

Tin S. Man:

2233, then.

Wallace3:

No. You must grow out of that. Beyond that. It is…

Tin S. Man:

Childish?

Wallace3:

Maybe.

Tin S. Man:

I have found something spectacular, something unique, yet you do not wish to understand. You have your own community to run. Yet I have still found it. Don’t you believe me?

Wallace3:

Not sure. Unsure. In your site, you write as though you understand things beyond what you actually can. Your
*incorporation* goes too far still. We haggle over boundaries, then. Where does Tinsity end? Where does Wallace begin?

Tin S. Man:

Maybe.

—–

Wallace3:

It’s like the old Scarecrow-Tinman debates. Whether it is best to have a heart or a brain.

Tin S. Man:

Ummmm, don’t see that.

Wallace3:

Let’s…

Hucka D.:

Let’s look at this together. You have you. You have Tin S. Man. You have me, Hucka D. You have Lisa the Vegetarian. You have… Alma and Ozma.

bb:

Ozma is ruler of Oz. Alma is ruler of Alabama?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Kind of Sorta. Oh…

Alma:

Hi.

Hucka D.:

Hey Alma! Are you ruler of Alabama?

Alma:

Code. Jeogeot.

Wallace3:

*She* sent me here. Hold on…

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/39389/

This is where I am explained perhaps first.

Tin S. Man:

Alright I’ll read it. (pause to read) Alright, first off what’s the Big E?

Wallace3:

The centerpiece of Jeogeot mysticism.

Tin S. Man:

What does that mean?

Wallace3:

I am from Jeogeot. I study its history. It has a unique mysticism. TILE. The Big E is TILE.

Tin S. Man:

Let me read a little further… (pause) Well there’s little Hucka D. showing up. Cheerful as usual.

Hucka D.:

I am!

Tin S. Man:

And there you are — here — for real. An actual bee person, flying in front of me over that swamp over there.

Hucka D.:

That’s Skillet’s Swamp! You know Skillet don’t you?

Tin S. Man:

No.

Hucka D.:

Well he’s your neighbor. Better get use to him!

Tin S. Man:

What kind of neighbor is he? Will he be friendly?

Hucka D.:

Legend has it that he is a monster. But an Olive Branch — and by that I mean a branch as in a stream — was extended to him, connecting him to the Green Oz Creek to your right (Tin S. Man looks to his right at the stream indicated). So that’s where we are now. He is tamed because an Olive Branch was extended toward him. And if you look behind you (Tin S. Man looks around), you’ll see that Olive Branch and Green Oz Creek meet in that area right before Dark Space, or where that rhododendron patch begins — dark inside, see.

Tin S. Man (looking):

Okay. Good to have visuals with the text… words.

Hucka D.:

And that overturned tree root at the conjunction — that’s your castle. There should be two openings — the main one and then the one to the dungeon.

Tin S. Man (laughing now):

I’m way too big to fit inside that.

Hucka D.:

No. You’re the right size.

Tin S. Man:

How?

Hucka D.:

Just go inside and see (!)

Tin S. Man:

Just walk in… that little hole.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Scared?

Tin S. Man:

Um, no.

Hucka D.:

Where’s Wallace3?

Tin S. Man (pointing):

He’s over there. To your, er, left.

Hucka D.: (turning):

I don’t see him.

Tin S. Man:

He’s right there. Wallace3, tell him you’re right there.

(Wallace3 doesn’t answer)

Hucka D.:

Oh yes, there he is. He is away, as they say.

Tin S. Man (guessing):

Jeogeot.

Hucka D.:

Yes!

(to be continued?)

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October 4, 2012 · 8:41 am

Answered My Question Still Haven’t

Tin S. Man:

*Well*?

Wallace3:

So it’s here, Hucka D. that I thought I’d fall down and create this huge explosion, just like in the movie. Film, I mean. Sync… you know. And this is death for the Lion but also rebirth immediately afterwards with the bells and all.

Hucka D.:

You avoid the question by pretending that you are dead.

Wallace3:

I just fall down. In slow motion in the film, perhaps. I become the Lion. 666.

Hucka D.:

Hold on…

Wallace3:

Everything starts to fall apart (after that). Tin S. Man makes inroads on Wallace. Clones on the edge, clamouring.

Hucka D.:

But you’re still dead. Pretend dead.

Wallace3:

I have to make a community there now, no doubt. The Sphere will be the power source. The center of the community and the center of the incorporation status. The domain.

Hucka D.:

And you’re going to stick to the story that this Sphere is Rainbowology itself. Lisa’s Second Coming perhaps.

Wallace3:

Yes. Isn’t it?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Illusive, though.

Wallace3:

The Sphere is perfect so it cannot be damaged or flawed.

Hucka D.:

No. It is from Lisa. Quartz. Gallonz.

Wallace3:

We play off each other, Tin S. Man and I, to create stronger communities there at the heart of Green Oz at the heart of Herman and Frank Parks (Einstein).

Hucka D.:

Lisa created Powerman, then Plastic Man, then, lastly, Tin S. Man. But she had to let Tin S. Man go… beyond the carcasses. Tin S. Man stole the fire from Lisa and became his own self. Quadrangle.

Wallace3:

That was from Lisa.

Hucka D.:

Yes. And why not call yourself baker b. again since you’re out of character. You are, aren’t you?

bb:

Yes. Now.

Hucka D.:

Thank you. That was getting creepy.

bb:

Coming from a 1/2 bee, 1/2 human. Funtastical.

Hucka D.:

And don’t say that anymore either.

bb:

What wrong with… OK, I won’t.

Hucka D.:

Let’s talk of OK and No Man’s Land.

bb:

Super. Fun.. Great, I mean.

Hucka D.:

This is actually a quite legit synchronicity within DSotR2. Specifics, now. Gas does equal mustard gas (reference to “gas” that follows “okay” in song “Money” of DSotR2). Lion covers his face because he smells gas, he smells death. No Man’s Land. War. Death. War. But also the sulfur of the Wizard head.

bb:

Maybe. (pause) I’m going to take a look at that “insect UFO” the Scarecrow sees just before this.

Hucka D.:

Thanks. Bye!

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