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Baker Bloch looks around at everyone once more, and then the physical table itself. He notices the now empty giant bottle of wine pointing to Winesburg, Ohio, a famous early 20th Century tome by Ohio born Sherwood Anderson. He asks if anyone has any thoughts on *that* before the singing begins.

The singing begins. It is the story of a man who enters The Underground behind a Fountain of Life — trapped in a chair inside the water, unable to move. Before Death. He becomes a Cellar Dweller. Merry fucking Christmas, I suppose. But the cellar hasn’t been dug. It’s a freshly dug grave[ instead]. Beside him is little Wilcockson, ready to give up the ghost. In the next bed. We’re out of wines.

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Meeting 01

50 minutes earlier…

bb:

1st order of business seems to be the, um, business of the first Table, which is now perhaps the second Table or the Table behind this Table. Does anyone have any thoughts on this? C. Derek Jones — I believe you mentioned that Knok of The Kniks lived in the garage next to your property in Westside or use to practice there.

CDJ:

Not to my knowledge. (pause)

bb:

Hucka Doobie?

Hucka D.:

The second is behind the first, which is more tangible. They’ll meet after us. Or will they?

bb:

I don’t know, Hucka D… Doobie.

Hucka D.:

Thank you Baker Bloch (smiles)

bb:

So if no one has any thoughts on the second Table we’ll move on. Just for the minutes, the characters at this table behind the table, so to speak, are Peter SoSo, who may be the same as Peter Gabriel; Dr. Blood, who may be Knok from the future; Little Robert Plant Variant originally from Nowtown on the Jeogeot continent — anyone familiar with that continent?

Hucka D.:

*I* am.

bb:

Anyone besides Hucka Doobie? (all shakes heads or else look blank) Then, continuing, we have Marty and Lemmon of The Beetles both; and, let’s see, Zapple may be there; Roger Pine Ridge.

Hucka D.:

You’re going to have a second table to do this. Remember The Table House in Central, guys? Remember The Table all set up upstairs — anyone visit that (all shakes heads or look blank again)? Ah, forget it. But that’s the original Table, actually. (shaking his own head) Where’d you find these guys, Baker?

bb:

These guys here? (looking around the current Table) Here and there. Carrcassonne: any thoughts on what we’ve talked about so far?

Carrcassonne:

The all, the one. See me and see the world, the universe. I is. You am.

Hucka D.:

See? Maybe we should just skip the next 37 minutes and head down to the cemetery.

bb:

What cemetery? The VWX Town Cemetery?

Hucka D.:

Yeah, that one. It’s rezzed isn’t it?

bb:

Kind of. A couple of graves.

Hucka D.:

Do you have the freshly dug grave there?

bb:

Yes, I think.

Tronesisia:

I can sing for 36 minutes. I have a beautiful voice.

bb:

Everyone in favor of Tronesisia singing for the next 36 minutes before going to the cemetery shake their heads or just look blank (looks around, seeing everyone doing just this). Motion passes unanimously. Right Hucka Doobie?

Hucka D.:

Wrong.

(the next 36 minutes were taken up by the most profound series of ideas baker b. had ever heard in his life)

(To be continued)

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