… The Blame Game Team.
Daily Archives: January 2, 2016
Decision 03
Carr.:
And now… the owls.
Hucka D.:
Interesting.
Baker Bloch:
Okay.
Spongeberg:
Sure.
Carr.:
I’m waiting for the rumbling again. (the sky rumbles again) There it is. We can proceed. Oh, there’s English pop sensation Elton John stepping up into the gazebo. Rez him a chair Baker Bloch.
Baker Bloch:
Where?
Carr.:
On the floor.
Baker Bloch:
No. I don’t see Elton John. Is he invisible to me only? Look around Hucka Doobie and Spongeberg Resident and tell me.
Spongeberg Resident (not looking):
I once met Elton John at a pollinating party.
Hucka D.:
The trap, again. Shut it.
Baker Bloch:
Carrcassonnee, we don’t see Elton John.
Carr.:
Oh, he’s here. He has Rock with him. A rock. The Rock. Do you know Rock?
Hucka D. (guessing):
Crocodile?
Carr.:
Yes, that and much more.
Baker Bloch (raising his hand):
Oh oh, I know it (!). *Owl* Rock.
Carr.:
Yes. I mean, no. It’s the other rock. The one you or your user inserted in Whitehead Crossing.
Spongeberg:
I’m a little confused about that. This is Baker Bloch obviously. But he’s also baker b. If so, then who is Baker Blinker? Are they two sides of one user or…
Baker Bloch:
I am basically the same as baker b. Baker Blinker is basically inactive.
Spongeberg:
So, basically, what you are saying…
Carr. (interrupting):
Is Hucka D. the same as Hucka Doobie? Of course he is. And so baker b. and Baker Bloch have fused in a similar way. This is a celebration, then. We have many things to celebrate. True weather is coming to Collagesity. Collagesity has been saved. Bracket Jupiter and Wilsonia Foxclaw won’t be coming back — oh, I suppose that’s a non-celebration. What do you call[ those things]?
Baker Bloch:
Wakes, perhaps.
Hucka D.:
Parties.
Carr.:
No, not parties Hucka Doobie. I know what a party is. It is a celebration as well.
Baker Bloch:
We should probably end soon. So what about the rock, Carrcassonnee? Is it an Elton John song, perhaps Crocodile Rock? Will he sing it for us?
Carr.:
It is Grey Seal.
Spongeberg (to Baker Bloch):
Duuh.
Later that night, Elton John serenades Patty Peppermint with “Daniel”.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi^, Whitehead Crossing
Decision 02
Carr.:
I’ve sent for Hucka Doobie. He should be arriving… oh here he is.
(Hucka Doobie enters the building and sits down in a 3rd chair just rezzed.)
Carr.:
I’ve put the others to sleep, Hucka Doobie, so I can talk some personal things with you. How are you doing, by the way?
Hucka Doobie:
I’m fine Carrcassonnee. What’s all this about? I’ve never seen a crowd this large in Collagesity before (!).
Carr.:
No, and perhaps not again. At least until the next town meeting. Did you attend?
Hucka D.:
I couldn’t make it. Pollinating party over at Patty Peppermint’s.
Carr.:
I’ve heard that excuse [from you] before, Hucka Doobie.
Hucka D. (turning slightly red):
Sorry. So…
Carr.:
First off, Bottles, Hucka Doobie.
Hucka D.:
The woman that’s trying to kill me?
Carr. (not biting):
No. Actual bottles. *You* pulled them out of the ground.
Hucka D.:
I didn’t!
Carr.:
Shhh. You’ll wake up the other two. I guess you’ve heard the grumblings. Rumblings, I mean.
Hucka D.:
Yes. In my sleep. And then when I awake.
(Spongeberg wakes up.)
Spongeberg:
Oh, hello Hucka. Didn’t hear you buzz in. Oh, the sleep thing. Good one Carrcassonnee. What did I miss?
Carr.:
Oh, we were just talking about Hucka Doobie’s new honey, weren’t we Hucka?
Hucka D.:
Sure.
Spongeberg:
Whatever happened to that Hurla Don’tbee? Heard she was a good ride.
Hucka D.:
Shut your trap.
Carr.:
… and the weather. We were talking about the weather weren’t we Hucka Doobie? The weather. The rumblings and the grumblings but mostly the grumblings. Rumblings I mean. Earlier, Hucka Doobie, Spongeberg and Baker Bloch and I were talking about the weather as well. We were speculating that real weather might even come to Collagesity now. Oh, and Spongeberg isn’t going to destroy the town. Isn’t that great news?
Hucka D.:
Absolutely.
Carr.:
Well good, you’re all 3 awake now. Splendid. Just remember what I said, Hucka D. About the you know whats.
Hucka D.:
The rumblings.
Carr.:
The rumblings. Yes. The rumblings.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi^, Whitehead Crossing
Decision 01
(joined in progress)
“… put the Elton John album behind me.”
bb:
I’m not sure I can, Carrcassonnee. I don’t own the land behind you. I’d have to link it with something else.
Carr.:
Spongeberg is coming. Time to make a decision.
bb (surprised):
Oh.
(Spongeberg Resident walks into the gazebo and sits down in a chair that Baker Bloch has politely rezzed).
Carr.:
Ahh, my two proud boys together.
And Spider’s my third boy, aren’t you girl? Gooood Spider. Say hello to Spider, Spongeberg.
Spongeberg:
Hello Spider. Hello Baker Bloch. Hello Carrcassonnee. I have made a decision.
Carr.:
Have you made a decision?
Spongeberg:
Yes. The town can stay. For another month. I just wanted to get Baker Bloch out in the woods and thinking about Whitehead Crossing again.
Carr.:
*My* Whitehead Crossing.
Spongeberg:
Sure.
Baker Bloch:
I have some questions about The Crossing, actually.
Spongeberg:
First off, don’t call it that. It’s Whitehead Crossing. (then laughs) Just kidding. You can call it Bob or Joe for all I care. But it’s my home. Keep that in mind. Please.
Baker Bloch:
You still live in the teepee, then.
Spongeberg:
My teepee yes. Carrcassoneee built it for me there, or provided it for me to live in. I visit Second Life from The Crossing or Fred or Bob or whatever. That *place*. Now we must talk of Red Head.
Baker Bloch:
Okay.
Spongeberg:
Red Head is the present, but it’s more the future. I should know. I’ve been there.
Baker Bloch:
Am I there?
Spongeberg:
Yes. You build a cabin. Or you are provided with a cabin. But not the meth head cabin. See?
Baker Bloch:
Absolutely. But what about the same brand?
Spongeberg:
Let’s talk of the bottles. Hucka Doobie’s bottles. He has littered. The — woods aren’t happy. He didn’t litter but he did. The woods blame Hucka Doobie. You must save Hucka Doobie.
Baker Bloch:
Did Hucka Doobie build the teepee?
Spongeberg:
No. Of course not. He doesn’t have the hands. Anyway, that’s what we need to do next. A little bit of woods cleanup. Take a bucket. You’ve seen all this, however. Clean up the woods a bit and the woods will be grateful and talk more with you. But I know you know of Owl Rock now. That was set up — quite a long time ago, actually.
Baker Bloch:
I haven’t read the website I stole the image from.
Spongeberg:
You gave credit. That’s enough. It’s not anyone’s image to own. You don’t own Whitehead Crossing just because you take pictures of it.
Baker Bloch:
Fair enough. Can you speak more of Owl Rock?
(Just then, there was a rumble heard in the sky, as if it was answering instead of Spongeberg. Spongeberg looked confused as well. Carrcassonnee peered at each of us carefully.)
Spongeberg:
Sounds like rain.
Carrcassonnee:
Collagesity is saved. I suspect things have been altered because of it. Perhaps we will experience actual weather in the town now, who knows?
Spongeberg:
Who knows?
Baker Bloch:
Who does know?
(They all shrug at each other.)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi^, Whitehead Crossing
Whitehead Crossing, 01/01/16
I returned to Whitehead Crossing on Fri., following up on a visit the previous day already chronicled in this blog. I began to look anew at *everything* in the area. For example, is there something odd, or “beyond the natural”, about this cluster of tree trunks tucked in a western corner of the area? It’s a strange looking tangle.
And what about this grouping of ribbed, low rocks nearby? Both of these border what I’ve called Rock’s Meadow before, named after the toy avatar that stars in Gene Fade’s projected movie “Fade to Moss” (When will it come out? *When* will it come out?!). Rock Meadows, the avatar in question, supposedly found a slipper belonging to his creator Sinclair The Maker next to these rocks. Also, as I’m recalling, these are called Rock’s Rocks, which makes them redundant.
Rock’s Grave, another possibly unordinary object in The Crossing. Add it to the list. The odd thing is that it almost appears to float, since it is much narrower at ground level than at the top.
Dead, red tree also at the edge of Rock’s Meadow. Appears to have a precisely rectangular chuck of it removed from this angle. But who did the removing? Nature? Let’s hope so.
I was thinking about how one could call some of the queer things I’d already encountered this day in Whitehead X-ing “unnatural art” (and I was only at the western edge!) when I turned around in my tracks and saw this. When I thought about it more it became quite scary. This could be art, but perhaps not in a healthy way. But since humans obviously broke many branches to construct a stupid teepee this past summer in The Crossing, this could be their doings. Stupid humans.
Another odd thing projecting from the ground — a flat piece of tree bark (front of dark tree). I tested it and found the bark to be firmly in the ground. Did someone *shove* it in, then. Again humans could be responsible. But also maybe not. It’s becoming more and more difficult to tell in oddity laden Whitehead Crossing.
Projecting object from the side, along with neighboring Directional Rock.
Is there something peculiar about these sprouts growing from a tree bordering Whitehead Brook? Probably not, but…
Closeup of Edward’s Stone situated above Little Whitehead.
Head of Little Whitehead, or its source, at least for today. I’ve never seen the stream come up this far, and, again, it’s rained heavily at times in Blue Mountain the past couple of weeks. No real mystery there. But check out the water line of the pool making up this source. Are you having a bit of trouble telling where the water ends and the air begins from this angle? If you’re confused, notice that the twig bending along the wall of the pool marks the exact line of this transition. Another freak’n optical illusion.
Tree bordering the Comtemplation Loop. Interesting roots.
I believe these plants might have sprouted due to the extremely warm winter weather we’ve been experiencing. Destined to die soon, poor little things.
And then another shot of the stick above Owl Rock already talked about in the recent “Whitehead Crossing, 12/31/15 03” post. Actually, this day I had a harder time making out the Owl Face in the middle of the namesake rock, perhaps because it was cloudy instead of sunny. If I had discovered it the day after I did, I would have passed it by, not noting the obvious oddity. Perhaps odd in itself that it appeared one day and not the next. Again… who knows with this wacky place (!)
I’ll have another batch of Whitehead Crossing photos to post soon. And also some deeper ideas to write out, I’m guessing.
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