“I am Peter. I am The Rock. Olive. Peter. Olive.”
BB:
Thank you Carrcassonnee. We’re still plowing through Fringe, as you probably know. Up to season 4 now. The LSD episode and its red door has past.
Carr.:
We just have wrap up now. Timelines established.
BB:
The interview with Karl went well. You might also have noticed I am capitalized now. Baker B., not baker b. That’s because of the interview. Cool, eh?
Carr.:
Coolie. Cooler. Hot. Too hot.
BB:
Yeah, it’s been hot lately.
Carr.:
Cool down. Latte. Late.
BB:
Zeppelins might be a clue to ressurrect Led Zeppelin in a synch, Carrcassonnee. Or maybe Pretty Things.
Carr.:
I was dead. Yet unborn. Reborn. I am live. On the air!
BB:
Do you want to be a radio station, Carrcassonnee?
Carr.:
I want to be tv dead. Yes!
BB:
What do you think of Collagesity Heights? Your Heights after all. You rule them, right?
Carr.:
I rule them right, yes. Upper. Downer. (pause)
BB:
Where’s Hucka D. tonight?
Carr.:
Reigning in Spain. I Carrcassonnee.
BB:
What now for Collagesity? Oh, what of the Blue Mountain Urban Landscape? That seems to be a new creative focus. *Oh*, and the *move* went well, Carrcassonnee (!) I’m somewhat established on the [delete floor].
Carr.:
I haard. Do not forget the past in absorbing the present. The past will last.
BB:
Couple more questions, Carrcassonnee. My interview is coming up now, since Karl’s is done. What do I talk about? I mean, how do I discuss, well, *you*. And your synchs, for example. Or Pierre Schaeffer’s synchs coming before yours.
Carr.:
Be Honest. Honest Karl. Honest Baker B. Tune in. One then the other. Too follows Won.
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