“Chester a permanent fixture in your gazebo here, Carrcassonnee?”
Carr.:
Yes. He is to remind you of reality. Real Life. The higher fiction.
bb;
The higher fiction. [I] like that, Carrcassonne.
Carr.:
Please. Call me Carr. It will save your fingers.
bb:
Ok Carr. I think you got mad at me one time when I shortened your name like that.
Carr.:
Must have been a bad day[ if so]. Maybe it’s that day I got soap in my eye after that wonderful shower and froze up in the woods, looking for a towel.
bb (nonplussed):
Maybe.
Carr.:
Lisa’s also a fixture. Aren’t you Lisa? Who’s a good girl? (answering herself) *I’m* a good girl. You see, I *am* Lisa. It’s not a ventriloquist act. (pause) But you have questions about Collagesity, about Second Life in general. My Second Lyfe.
bb:
Suppose so, but no new ones probably. Should I give up Collagesity in a week?
Carr. (after a short pause):
I would say yes except the answer is no. You know people visit now, even contribute to the town’s funds. And what are you doing with the funds?
bb:
Well…
Carr.:
You are spending them on something else.
bb:
Well, not really. I think people are contributing to help pay for the land tier. Everyone in Second Life knows it’s a little expensive to own even a 4096 or an 8192. An 8192 is a minimum base for one of my towns now. I’ve gotten it down to that. But on top of that I have a 768 rented from Markland where the Red Umbrella and Norum College are. If that goes — if I don’t pay rent in a week — then it’s all dominos, as the other [land pieces] fall one after another until only one remains.
Carr.:
Yes, one should remain.
bb:
And what of the 10×10 of 100 collages? It’s not even in Collagesity — hasn’t been there for 1/2 a year maybe. And the World of Collages, connecting Collagesity to the outer world of collages, let’s say, hasn’t been there for almost as long. If people visit Collagesity now, they don’t get the whole village. The Art 10×10 *should* be in Collagesity — it’s not really and fully Collagesity without it. And that gallery was very hard earned down through the years unlike, say, the most recent one — Boos — which formed quite quickly.
Carr.:
You’re ultimately wondering where Bogota[ the projected newest collage series] will take root. You’ve speculated BoB — [is it] still named that?
bb:
Yes. I think we should talk of BoB.
Carr.:
I heard you met another avatar for a change last night. Riverpearl?
bb:
Pearl Grey. She very nicely offered me a spot on her gallery wall in Quentin. She and some of her friends get together every so often and celebrate the wasteland. I mean, Mainland.
Carr.:
Waneland. (pause) So that brought up the new challenge… you go. Where’s Hucka D.?
bb:
I don’t know Carrcassonnee. Yes, does Collagesity live for another month or do I just pull the plug?
Carr.:
Getting back to BoB…
Hucka D.:
Hi! I was summoned.
Carr.:
Hi Hucka D.! Nice of you to buzz in.
Hucka D.:
Always with the bee jokes, hehe.
Carr.:
Har har.
bb:
Ho ho?
Carr.:
Back to the subject. Thanks for joining us Hucka.
Hucka D.:
Baker, could you move this thing further away from me? As Clare Fischer might say: “hovering!”.
bb:
Sure, hold on. So you know of Claire Fisher, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
The musician? Sure.
bb:
I think she’s an artist on the show. Well, in fact I know she’s an artist, because we’re watching it now.
Hucka D.:
I know. (pause) It’s still there.
bb:
Ok, I moved it over there so it — Chester — can talk to Lisa the Vegetarian, most likely about real life concerns. Isn’t that right, Carrcassonnee?
Carr.:
Isn’t what right? Reality?
Hucka D.:
Thank you. I enjoy spinach.
bb:
Is that relative?
Hucka D.:
Yes, in real life I relish spinach. I hate it down here in this hell hole.
Carr.:
I have a pistachio ice cream fetish up there. Here it just all melts before it gets to my mouth even. What *is* this place you’ve brought us to, Baker Bloch?
bb:
BoBylon?
Hucka D.:
I’m roasting. I’m going to take off these hot wings. (after checking) Well, it seems I can’t. What’s all that Space Ghost stuff doing in my avatar, Baker Bloch? I didn’t know I was part Space Ghost as well!
bb:
You’ve forgotten. *I’ve* forgotten. [8/3/16 note: *both* didn’t realize during the moment that they were looking at Baker Bloch’s outfit profile, not Hucka Doobie’s]
Hucka D.:
Simply roasting. See, my palms are wet. My hair is getting wet.
bb:
Why don’t you just come back when it cools off later tonight.
Hucka D.:
Night, day, what’s the difference here? And you wonder why I don’t show up much any more. Even the White Palace up there in purgatory can get a bit warm. You still hang up there without me?
bb:
No, it was just basically you and me there. Now I have Carrcassonnee to chat with. Down here.
Hucka D:
Ugh. So f’ing hot.
(then Hucka D. did the unthinkable)
Hucka D.:
I hereby declare myself *not* a bee any longer.
