Monthly Archives: September 2025

00480212 (… of the universe)

It’s said the FBI is hiding something about the 1971 D. B. Cooper skyjacking case to prevent being humiliated by their former public statements but this was probably untruth. #1 suspect of theirs named R. (Richard) McCoy was not the R. (Real) McCoy here and only one of a number of copycat skyjackers to come along in the following years — the outside researchers were wrong about this (like Dan Gryder highlighted in the above linked video). Synchronistically, we have another “D. Cooper”, Dale in this case, working *inside* the FBI on another Washington state centered investigation from the early 1990s, in a fictional way this time. Of course I’m now talking about Twin Peaks once more, David Lynch’s signature creation shot largely in the small town of North Bend, Washington. D. B. Cooper jumped from a plane he skyjacked above the general location of another small Washington town, La Center, never to be seen again. The 2 locations lie about about 120 miles apart in the western section of the state.

Another parallel, then: falling.

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00480211 (Michael)

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00480210 (dressed)

“I *can’t* believe I *found* you.” He was talking about the cans but also the girl. One and the same.

You didn’t, she thinks. Then rotates 90 degrees in 3 years and changes, DEMON forehead exposed for all to see from this angle.

“At least you got us a *real* soda this time to begin,” spat out his girlfriend-not-wife, once the love of his life but now fading in the distance. Only the littlest fox unites them still. Their son daughter.

(to be continued)

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00480209 (Home)

“I came into the parlour thinking: I wanted, like, 2 fish in a bowl at the center — navel. But Eddy, my Edward, if only in the future, poopooed the idea. You need to counter fish with birds, swim with flight. Else you’ll be stuck underwater, unable to gain perspective by reaching the land. He stared at me. I think I fell a little in love right then and there — a seed. It was the old proverb, you see.”

“Proverb?” I prompted.

“Yeah, fish in water — to the fish it’s like our air. They don’t understand the concept of water and that it’s below while air is above. Water just *is* for them… everything.”

—–

And so it was with Our Second Lyfe for me, at least up until photo-novel 41 and continuing into 42 and beyond. Now I have both up *and* down. Strengthened; reinforced. I actually appreciate it more now by contrast. It is what it is but that’s still saying a lot. It hasn’t been beaten back and broken down like I kind of expected. And I don’t think that’s going to happen.

The above shot is from the Navel Sink (aka Egg Hill Sink) at the exact center of the Corsica continent both in a north-south and east-west direction, once centered itself by what was called the Phish Bowl, a long term night club of some kind as I recall shaped like a giant fish tank. Gone but not forgotten: obvious foreshadowing for future developments in several ways.

I had a “friend” who lived in that center too. Sachie. Haven’t thought about her in a while.

(to be continued)

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00480208 (sideways (merger of realities (nose mouth)))

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00480207

—–

“What you fishing for, Peppre?”

“A maaaaaannn.”

“Any ol’ kind of man, Peppre?”

“NoooOoooOooooOooo (reeling one in).”

“Then what kind? But… lemme guess… the puuuuuuurrrfectt caatchchch!”

“YEAH YEAH yeahyeahyeahyeah YEAAAAAAAHH!” (cue dance music!)

——

Later at the mall (and after the dance/music):

“Tom?”

“Yeaaah, let’ss jus sayyy: he’s a wuurk inn puurrgresssss!”

From the gesture he subsequently shot her, I gathered they were in the “f-ck you” stage of their relationship. Puuuurre physical.

(to be continued?)

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00480206 (in your face)

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00480205

I’m not in a position to reveal much yet but I can say I’m contemplating moving back to Nautilus, the continent I primarily called “home” starting in photo-novel 13 and ending in photo-novel 40.  I’d give it a 30-70 chance of happening right this moment. I really like my place alongside the shores of Nawt Vaya — and below its waters too a bit! And Jeogeot overall has been a fine continental home for 41-47, a new era in photo-novel development as other virtual realities have come to the fore as well. But Second Lyfe is a mutable environment and you have to move around at times to recapture the magic of the place. And there definitely is magic. Just shifty — comes and goes from here and there in this gracefully aging world. Have to be aware of provided clues for relocation. I’m not completely sold yet — at all. But for the first time in a while I’m thinking about it. I can’t be in the corner this time, though. Too much abandoned land for that.

And I’d be isolated from whatever contacts I have left in the game. Moreso than ever. But that’s just the way of life these days. I’m leaving the old behind to find out what’s in the New.


Speaking of revelations, here’s a related photo, ha. Peppre Ann.

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00480204

“Hey look, Frank. It’s me! You know, I was going to be the biggest Youtube pooper of them all. The Pooping Pigeon I was called — or going to be called. Bigger than Mickey. Pansy knows. Ask Pansy!”

“Dawg,” responded Frank Lynn, as was appropriate and desired. “What are you even *doing* here? In my castle, sitting in my chair, looking at my video feed, huh?”

“Well, I have to be here. Remember?”

“And *why*?”

“Well, okay… um.”

“Is it because that car ran you over while you were standing in the middle of the road, dawg?”

“Well…”

“Because if it is, I can fix that. We’ve already been over this. You don’t have to *die*. You don’t have to come *here*. You can still do good… in the world below. I can — fix — this.”

“Yeah, I remember you telling me that,” admitted still chair sitting Dr. Mouse, cane still pointed at his paused big Mouse head looming on the screen before him, part of a 3:33 long YouTube poop video I recently found online, ‘nother one. “But–”

“No buts. I can, let’s see, just place you back at that other 32/225 spot, where you’re just staring at that can of sody pop instead of being in the middle of the road, just waiting for things to end. Pick up the can, let’s say. Communicate with whoever is at the other end of the line. Don’t be… afraid.”

“Pick up the can, eh?” said Mouse, contemplating the proposition again, considering it more deeply this time. He *did* desire contact, mutual friendship. But who was on the other side? One way to find out.

“Okay,” he said. “Send me back.”

“On one condition, though — and we talked about this too. You have to deal with the man-woman polarity. You have to find a—”

But Mouse had already returned back to the place he was at just before he died. At that other Rodentia 32/225 spot, one sim up and left.

He picked up the can in front of him. He knew exactly where to take it next.

(to be continued)

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00480203

Turns out there was a Locust Street here in Fieldon and then another Locust St. in Fidelity, its opposite on the Illinois circle pictured in that last post. The only shared street name between the two small towns. When I “beamed down” through Google Street View to the north end of the latter, I immediately found this.

Was it as easy as that? Yellow Guy referenced, who was born and raised in this very state? I traced the internet company’s origins back to O’Fallon a little over an hour’s drive away. Nothing to do with my old friend. But still the, aherm, *connection* seemed pertinent.

Another of these promo signs off Locust St., Fidelity style.


I decided to recheck Locust St., Fieldon in Google Street View to see if I could spot any additional oddities cropping up since my last scan several years back, just like I’d tracked up and down its double in Fidelity today. Nothing really jumped out at me except this house which seemed to have turned 90 degrees between 2021 and 2024. Is this normal? I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason for doing this, right?

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