Daily Archives: March 28, 2015

I will be back in the keyboard playing world early next week with the purchase tonight of a Yamaha YPG-235. “‘Bought flipp’n time!” as IT Crowd’s Moss might exclaim. This time around I’m going to focus on CHRO, but I’m sure improvisations will come. And maybe even the composing by ear stuff again. But focus: CHRO.

Hucka D.:

CHRO is the answer to your last question on this blog concerning what made Nasty Branch unnasty and clean. CHRO took the red out of the stream and lake and made it it’s own.

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I think I have some pretty good virtual neighbors now across the forest. They seem to understand the importance of the woods in their own way as well.

Baker Bloch then finds Carrcassonnee back in Collagesity, but at the skybox. He tries to coax out an answer to why she’s there but she seems to have at least temporarily lost her voice.

Carr.:

No, I can speak. How’s Spongeberg doing? Has he been doing a good job[ taking care of the town] in my absence?

Baker Bloch:

Yes. He’s… well, he hasn’t really said much to me. He toured the Fal Mouth Moon the other day.

Carr.:

He went inside, didn’t he? He couldn’t resist.

Baker Bloch:

Yes, Hucka D. said he did. And I can’t find him anywhere today. So he could have gone inside… back to Whitehead Crossing.

Carr. (correcting):

No. *Forward* into Whitehead Crossing. Did you get the impression he was running backwards from real time?

Baker Bloch:

Um, yes. I think I know what you mean.

Carr.:

What of his stars? Red, green, yellow, blue… like TILE.

Baker Bloch:

Yes I suppose so, Carr. How’s your brain doing, your mind? Did you get everything straightened out with Kerchal? Did you effect the treaty?

Carr.:

Yes. Kerchal has agreed to buy the art in the Toxic Gallery, but no date was set for the actual transaction.

Baker Bloch:

And that’s part of the treaty?

Carr.:

Part of it.

Baker Bloch:

Funny you can talk now that the sun has come up. I couldn’t see your eye when I found you here at night.

Carr.:

I’m a sunny girl, what can I say.

Baker Bloch:

Well, what are you doing hiding up here?

Carr.:

I’m 7 now, like Oklahoma. Dark Side of the Moon.

Baker Bloch:

Birthday?

Carr. (quickly):

Yeah.

Baker Bloch:

Well happy birthday (!)

Carr.:

7. Not 6 plus 1 any more. Perch and I are married. We went on our honeymoon to Kerchal.

Baker Bloch:

The forest.

Carr.:

We stayed with Alice.

Baker Bloch:

The smaller forest…

Carr.:

Yes. I had a baby while there.

Baker Bloch:

Really? A mental baby?

Carr.:

No, a real one. A virtually real one. I call it Crow. Would you like to see a picture of it?

Baker Bloch:

Sure.

Baker Bloch:

So Crow is a keyboard. The keyboard baker b. just bought.

Carr.:

Yes. Wrapped in swaddling clothes. Program the little baby. Make it your own baby[ too].

Baker Bloch:

Are you going to come back down to the temple? What about your color? You’re red now (!).

Carr.:

No, that will fade. Like genes Gene.

Baker Bloch:

We need you down there.

Carr.:

What about Spongeberg? You might be happy with him[ as town deity] instead.

Baker Bloch:

No, I think it has to be you. If you’re truly alright now. Maybe having that baby did you a lot of good.

Carr.:

Oh it did. I’m more mature now.

Baker Bloch:

Well good. Where is your baby now?

Carr.:

Canada.