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“Is that *Iowa* corn over there, Chuck?” asks Tom, noticing the discoloration and almost slicing off one of his fingers in the concern. “Because that’s not allowed. Poison,” he followed. “You’ll have to use Illinois.”

“Oh,” said Chuck, recognizing his mistake. “Thanks a lot!” Forgot to throw out the last of it when they received the call from the local Hy-Vee yesterday. Almost got 1/2 the restaurant sick!

“AND we need to take that Iowan car down from above the counter too. Gives paying customer the wrong impression, bad press and all. We must distance ourselves–”

“–from the Heartland as much as possible, yes,” completes Chuck for Tom, one in the moment, their hatred of it growing by the hour, minute, day. What will it be tomorrow? Wheat? What’s Kaboom made out of? Lucky Charms? Everyone will be doomed; no getting well atall, at least for the older and more vulnerable folks, thinking Kennedys here.

Shelley, fresh from pretend slaughtering hogs down the street, another Iowan staple, waits at the counter, overhearing it all. I could still use that corn for gas, she thinks humorously, staring at the mounted red ’57 Chevy and understanding why she’s here. “Wait!” she called, just as Tom was about to dump the corn in the bin like a baby that’s its own bathing water. “And I’ll take the car off your hands too,” she adds just later. Is that stretching a joke? You bet!

—–

Filled up ’57 Chevy down on the ground and ready to roll again, she comes to the actual reason for visiting Cedar Creek in the first place: Daniel’s day trailer, erm, Daniel’s trailer during the day. Lunchtime, so should be home.

“Hello?” Knock knock knock. “Hello??”

No one there, but finding the door unlocked she decides to wait inside. Why not? All this is role playing after all.

On the tellie, Shelley sees what Baker B. and Daniel D. are watching at the morning job Baker had kept him late at again, more magic of the place. “Peewee Big,” Shelley recognizes, probably to compare it with “Father Fred”. Toward the end of the sync, Shelley also saw, right where Josh is hearing potentially triggering music again. Daniel should be here soon, she knows, aiming to eat a quick sandwich or something then head off to the afternoon job. I won’t be long.

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00500214 (Father Fecked’s is just candy)

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“It really is wonderful, Baker B. Can I call you Baker? Sir?”

“Sure. *Daniel* (smile). But what do you think of (the) Bill Hicks (stuff)?”

“Nice.” Then Daniel said what was on his mind since about 1/2way through the sync called “Father Fred.” “Soo, all this castle we’re sitting in now, this Howl’s Moving Castle, is about teaching your 4 old library friends a lesson?”

“Noo,” Baker began his defense. “It’s about *communication*. Stuff we couldn’t have in real life. A *nexus*.”

“Nexus, eh?”

“Nexus,” Baker reinforced. Had to watch his temper. What was so hard to understand about all this? he thought. Frank’s Moving Castle equals Howl’s Moving Castle equals “Frank’s Moving Mtn.” when combined with Zappa’s “Billy the Mountain” rock opera. Simple as pie.

“Soo…” Daniel rubs his forehead. It had been a long day. First working in the morning, then this at noon, then back to work at the studio in the afternoon. Baker was lonely, he gathered, had no one else to watch this stuff with, except the wife and their mutual best friend Kammie, he said. Thus me — here. And the whole Zappa thing. And now: Bill Hicks. The endpoint. It was brilliant, he knew. But he couldn’t say this directly to the man pacing back and forth in front of him. Had to put on a *front*. “I think I like ‘Peewee Big’ better. You *did* ask me to be candid with you,” he said, gauging the expression forming on Baker’s always sensitive face. But all that registered was acceptance.

“Of course. ‘Peewee Big’ is the peak of it all — in a way. But each one is very different, each has its own merits, its own place in the spectrum that is the process.” Baker had to curb his tongue here. He could speak for days about this. He couldn’t place himself in Daniel’s shoes, understand that he too was trying to develop his own creativity. He was 20 years younger than Baker, though. Hadn’t had time to refine the process like his friend, his co-worker had. He was being overshadowed. And the crack about his writing the other week (!). Still pisses him off when he thinks about it. Yeah, *I’m* a creator too, just like you Baker,” he’s said to himself numerous times since then. And I can do several things as well. Writing… art. Just like *you*.

“Great. We agree.” Daniel looks around the castle’s living room. Father Fecked was here too, just like in the sync. Amazing.

“Well, I guess I better get back to Cedar Creek. Got a sculpture to finish this afternoon.” But, typical, Baker didn’t ask about any details on *that*. Hmph. Ego. Can’t see beyond his own nose, Daniel thought here. I’ll be glad to blow this place. And he can’t smoke here either, another disadvantage. Too much wood in the structure to take a chance, Baker explained to him when he asked. Must… have… cigarette, PHEH.

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Bodega? Analysis 07

“I think we may be able to finish this off tonight, Baker Bloch. Good work!”

“Thanks.”

“How are your hands?”

“Fine. Neck’s getting a little sore, but it’s okay.”

“We are at ‘see title 02,’ comparable to ‘see title 01a’ in that we have an image in the collage uttering the actual title: ‘I’m Old Gregg!’. The image is that of Twin Peaks Agent Dale Cooper, h0wever, and not Noel Fielding’s Old Gregg character from ‘Mighty Boosh’ again.”

“Right. It’s Dale Cooper. But the twinned women to the right and left kind of reminded me of Old Gregg.”

“Put a picture of Old Gregg up for all to ogle.”

“And the red curtains are from the Black Lodge again,” Baker Bloch furthers. “The whole collage, I suppose, could  be set in the lodge. 3 parts.”

“A kind of triptych. And more difficult to compose that the others (in this exhibit). You actually had Old Gregg’s head superimposed on one of those similarly colored women at one point.”

“Right. Lots of going back and forth with images and positions for this one, Hucka Doobie. ”

Hucka Doobie studies further. “So Genesis album figures reappear, just like we had in ‘Pageturner’ to begin (the exhibit). They’re — let’s see — split into 3 pairs according to panels this time. We have more explanation of what’s going on, perhaps.”

Baker Bloch looks as well.

“Well, Baker Bloch, we have framing, tall legged red people on either side to begin, man to the right and woman on the left. They are ‘presenters.'”

“Alright.”

“What is presented or displayed? 3 panels yes. A triptych, red and blue-green being the dominant colors, a clash of Boosh’s Old Gregg and the Black Lodge’s Red Room from Twin Peaks. A clash of comedy and tragedy perhaps. Genesis reappears (as stated). The inspector of ‘Detective Drunk’ comes back in the centre, inspecting the unusually small head of Duke from the Genesis album of the same title. This would be before ‘Invisible Touch’? Please check, Baker Bloch.”

“Okay.”

“And then… so the inspector has found something to actually inspect in this one, Baker Bloch. A real mystery with a real truth within. Patty Duke? Patty is another famous twin cousin through her ‘Patty Duke Show’ from the 60’s. Another thing to check there, Baker Bloch.”

“Mounting up!” he playfully complains.

“The central figure Dale Cooper has one hand over his eyes, as if blinded, and another holding a dart that points to, well, sometimes the viewer of this collage I suppose. Like here LINK.


Gregg Oden or Greg Ogden.

“Or here,” Baker Bloch adds. “Although in checking it’s not quite as obvious in this one.”


“Thank you for inserting those pictures. Do you have the further links I requested?”

“Okay, the ‘Patty Duke Show’ is here, and I can’t remember the other thing you requested.”

“Neither can I. Moving on, then. We have the two hands of ‘Twisted’ reappearing in the present collage. They seem to present the duplicate women to the right and left of the central Dale. Front of hand to right; back of hand to left. This is past and present, like Windom, Kansas (in the present) replaced Laura, Kansas (in the past). This is most likely the action of Bowie in some guise. How powerful is Bowie? He’s possessed poor little Wheeler and sent her to jail (for example). And he wanted Baker Blinker for same. Laura of Twin Peaks is similarly possessed, like with demons. Bowie fought a demon both in Omikron City and, as Little Tonshi Ashokan and perhaps others, in Olde Lapara Towne. That demon’s name there was and still is Astarte, disguised as the name of a Second Life sim (and moth butterfly). You are still running from Astarte. That’s most commonly called Astaroth in Omikron speak, both beginning with ‘a star’. This is Bowie,” Hucka Doobie reinforces.

“Right. Thanks. I suppose I gave Bowie so much power because he’s the star — or will be the star — of several and perhaps many future (audiovisual synchronicities). Beyond ‘Peewee Big’, and beyond ‘One Pink’ which he’s also in as Philllip Jeffries.”

“Heading to Philadelphia instead of Pittsburg, yes. East not west. But still witches all around. Oz.”

“We should end there, Hucka Doobie?”

Hucka Doobie looks again at ‘see title 02’. “Not quite. The (Baker Bloch hands Hucka Doobie a slip of paper) — thank you — *’We Can’t Dance’* figure feeds not a Lamb here, as in ‘Pageturner’, but seems to stroke the seaweed like hair of the unknown woman looming above him — it. Renaldo McDonnell applies hairspray to her hair in the same panel. It’s unusual hair in that it’s glowing. We can assume it’s the same as the seaweed type hair of Old Gregg, more unusual(ness).”

(note: later we both realize it is representation of Olde Gregg’s glowing manjina as well)

“Okay.”

“And then, as I’m looking, even the hand to the extreme left seems to be touching her hair, as if in admiration of its feel and look. But, let’s see, in the right panel, the Renaldo O’Donnell’s hairspray is heading the wrong way — away from the woman’s hair. The attached big hand is forwards instead of backwards (perhaps not admiring so much). Wilson Wheeler Wheeler Wilson again, I would venture. Forwards and backwards. Left and right.”

“What about the dart?” asks Baker Bloch, trying to move the analysis on.

“The dart is pointed at the viewer,” Hucka Doobie repeats. “The viewer could be the same as the woman. You found an Old Gregg avatar in Morrison, along with a Donnie Darko. They may even be lovers created for each other. Maybe tragic lovers. The dart may indicate that the woman is Old Gregg in truth. The other, then, could be Donnie Darko, who appears in the (audiovisual synch) *before* … well not quite before, but in another of your bigger synchs. This weighs in. Bowie knows. Investigate with your investigating feet.”

“Thank you, Hucka Doobie. Good job.”

“Yourself as well.”

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