Monthly Archives: July 2014

… sleeping with the enemy I’ve heard.”

bb:

Hold on Hucka D.

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bb:

Not feeling top notch tonight.

Hucka D.:

Oh you’re okay.

bb:

I’m amazed that you actually own a significant chunk of Collagesity, Hucka.

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) I own Gallery BOB, the Stairs Gallery, and the Edwardston Building. I use to own the Bodega Supermarket but I sold it to the guitar picker.

bb:

Joe. He’s a pretty cool guy.

Hucka D.:

Working on a Starbuccaneer campaign song I’ve heard. Something based on “Wish Upon a Star”.

bb:

Yeah, I just wish he wouldn’t sketch it out in the middle of town. Let’s save the public display for the final version!

Hucka D. (agreeing):

I think he’s tried every key so far. Sometimes he shifts keys 3 or 4 times in the same verse, if you can call them verses yet.

bb:

So he bought your store.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Has a wad of cash from some classic album he released back in the 70s. Maybe you’ve heard of it. “Tragic Hip Realignment”.

bb (thinking):

No, I don’t think so, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Wait that wasn’t it. “North South East West” by The Cardinal Directions, later shortened to just The Cardinals.

bb:

Interesting[ concept]. Let’s leave it at that.

Hucka D.:

Okay. Rent’s due by the 1st of each month promptly. Or you’re out (smiles).

bb:

You mean Baker Bloch’s out.

Hucka D.:

Yeah. Sooo… when’s the election?

bb:

When do you you want it?

Hucka D.:

Tomorrow.

bb:

How about the 1st. That way I can use the date to help me remember to pay Baker’s rent.

Hucka D.:

I predict a landslide. But do you want to know the real future?

bb:

What’s that?

Hucka D.:

Baker Bloch will come back into power. Starbuccaneer Barista has been lying about her prim count. She’s not a miraculous 1 prim but 5. Townspeople will find out soon enough, and she’ll be out on her ear. Baker back. Right now they think she can be ubiquitous and take care of everything because of it. They’ll check the town prim count soon enough. Do you want to know another secret?

bb:

Sure.

Hucka D.:

Baker Bloch’s in love with her.

bb:

Doubtful. That’s the sleeping with the enemy part, I suppose.

Hucka D.:

Right. It was Room 2130. Or Corridor 2130 I guess, in this case.

bb:

Like Room 237 of The Shining movie. But they didn’t sleep together.

Hucka D.:

*She* wanted to. She wanted to be his Nordic goddess. From The North.

bb:

Another invader[ of sorts]. She has brown hair, Hucka.

Hucka D.:

She can dye it.

bb:

Baker Bloch doesn’t seem to be interested in women… or men. Except for Baker Blinker. But that’s just him again. They’re two parts of one thing.

Hucka D.:

Starbuccaneer Barista wishes to be Baker Blinker.

bb:

Again: interesting. Can she?

Hucka D.:

Probably not. But I can’t rule it out entirely. She wants to be Queen. When she’s deposed she’ll make the move. She wishes Queendom. Tell Baker Bloch to watch out.

bb:

Maybe you should tell him.

Hucka D.:

I’m not inworld much. Oh, Edwardston’s back. He’s a… well, you’ll see soon enough.

“Star’s a nobody. You’ll see.”

“Shut up. Shut up!”

“Out of my way love birds. Daddy’s home.”

“Ah, the old Orange Country. Before the Great Crush, darnit.”

“Baker Boy’s gotta get less prying neighbors!”

“I remember I use to sit about right in this spot and watch the tires roll down the stream for entertainment. [That’s about] all we had in those days. I’m tired.”

We almost lost Poochie the golden retriever puppy the night of the 21st. The roof saved her!

And who got the blame? You can guess.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m keeping the Noru property and Collagesity through at least August, what with all the excitement happening there in the past weeks. It would take a considerable amount of time and effort to set up something equivalent in a new spot. Have I *finally* settled down in My Second Lyfe? I’m not committing to that thought yet, what with my past record.

Fall hiking seasons is not that close but still not that far away, starting around the middle of September usually. My back remains “wonky”, however. I don’t think there’s anything bad wrong with it, at least according to what the physical therapist tells me. It just that my hips now have very annoying habit of getting out of line, and straining it during physical exertion, *especially * when I’m walking up and down steeper grades apparently. Now I live in the higher mountains, and there’s a lot of hills around here of course. Compounding this is my natural desire, nay need, to go off the trails — that’s really what this blog was suppose to be about: my adventures in the parts of the woods that no one gets to or even knows about currently. Then form stories about these places. Whitehead Crossing is a forefront example. I’ve had to deal with this physical problem almost a year now, however, and it solidly curtailed my spring hiking season. But toward the end of that “season” in May, despite being pretty careful, I must have got my hips out of alignment again as I walked hillier spots upon gaining confidence that I was healing up. So I’m kind of riding a seesaw in that respect. I get better, gain more confidence in my ability to walk up and down more significant slopes, only to slip back into a former state. I *believe* I’m getting better overall but it’s still hard to see progress. What I might just have to do is to go through the hiking season, be careful but also be aware that, despite my best efforts, my hips are probably going to get a little out of line still, and just visit the therapist afterwards to get realigned. This could be the cycle I’m in, because I’m *not*, repeat *not* giving up off trail hiking. Look through the posts of this blog. I’ve chosen the place I live mainly because of this option. It’s a unique spot in America — no other place really like it. But at 55, I probably just have to realize that I need to slow down a bit, be a little more careful. 55 is not 25.

I believe that’s one reason I’ve been so involved in Second Life lately — an escape from my problems. I’ve had significant mental stress at work lately as well, and I know that hasn’t helped the back situation. 6 1/2 years until retirement in all likelihood; will I make it? The finish line is within distant sight but with much more work still to be done. The physical type of work I do also tends to strain my back, especially if I’m out of alignment. But at the same time this “lifting” keeps me more fit. Oh well, everyone has challenges, and mine are certainly minor compared to some.

But what a fun time I’m having in Second Life lately (!) That’s been a bright spot for sure.

Another impossible link that happened. Now Spider is able to freely move between Dogpatch (aka Top o’ Confluence) and Baker Bloch’s attic space in Gallery BOB. All he has to do is master the intricacies of the hidden doggie door.

Baker’s bed space had to shrink considerably for it all to fit. “I suppose the mutt might still be worth it,” I found him muttering upon waking up with BMB (Bad Morning Back).

Is this part of my blog in Baker Bloch’s bookcase??