Lost in the woods…
… soon to be in an even darker place (Mouse drops his cane!).
Category Archives: 03
00490302 (middle and end)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0302, Bright Moon Cottage, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, LSD, Natural World, Nawt Vaya+, Newtonia, NVFS
00490301
A gateway or portal up on the hill, unintended by the Starfield creators most likely. A random conjunction of 2 procedurally generated trees.
And then a “green man” staring at me from a nearby grove of alien trees as my camera angle moves down. We’re on Nesoi now, 5:21:28 into our 7 hour+ journey across the planets, 7 in total but standing in for many many more.
And this only 9 minutes after I, through Gemilly Niceniece here, spotted the similar “Schrodinger’s Man” as recorded in section 1 of this photo-novel. Different planets, but still close in time through our straight line journey.
Then just beyond that green man we have these “plant people,” reinforcing the peculiarities. A cluster we might call it? (TBC?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0301, Nesoi, Starfield
00480316 (2n1)
He called for what seemed like days, from all angles, even from the tracks on the bridge so he could use his normal voice from this distance, he felt. No Frank. No noone else either. Then while standing there he remembered the team nickname he’d been thinking about for a while. *Eleph*ants: still highlighting ants. Emerald Elephants. The elephant in the room, he freewheeled. He’s missing something that’s right in front of his face!
Or was it Eagles? Anyway, he knew he was focusing in on something. Almost there?
Oops, a train horn. Better get off that bridge, Philip, and into the next section. Quick!
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0316, Freya III, Jemison, Mythopolis, Starfield, Wazob
00480315 (dream)
“Yeah, that’s him, Frank. I’d recognize those beady little eyes anywhere. And that smile!” Philip turns, realizes Frank is no longer with him. He calls anyway. “Frank? Franky boy — you here?” He stares around, then peers over at the conjunction of 2 streams below the railroad trestle bridge, lesser to greater. Copper to Silver some say, although he knows better about the former. This is Edward. Flowing into Silver directly below the train trestle marking the boundary between West and North; green and blue.
Frank says there’s people down there, Philip thinks while trying to spot any on the small peninsula. He knows they’d have to be tiny from his perspective, like ants. “Frank?” he says softer soas not to hurt littler ears. (TBC)
Filed under Wazob, Mythopolis, **VIRTUAL OT, 0315, 0048, Starfield, Jemison, Freya III
00480314
“And so Edward disappeared back into the woodwork with the seance, hopefully never to be seen again. The End. Thank you so much, Lexi — dawg — for your channeling efforts on this matter. I owe you big time.”
“You’re welcome. But… scroll back to the first picture, Frank,” she requested, trying to stay calm for appearances. She wanted to check and compare.
Yup, that’s him all right. Only the colored version of Pierrot was returned to the walls of the castle, she then knew, and even that might only be temporary. The white one was still out and about, and causing trouble by the looks of what was going on up on the hillside over there. Lexi didn’t have the heart to tell Frank the bad news.
Don’t believe him! Lexi wanted to cry to a potential convert also spied in the distance. Everything *can* be fixed. Her whole existence depends on that very truth.
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, 0314, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, 0048, Frank's Moving Castle
00480313 (Starfield anomaly)
SWOOOSH.
“Hey, what happened to Sampson? Who are *you*?”
“Sampson??” Raphael exclaimed. “Sampson’s dead.”
“Then who the hell are you?” I asked again with more emphasis.
“I… am Raphael. And I haven’t seen a soul since the… accident. The artifact must have–”
SWOOOSH.
“Hey,” said Sampson. “Where the f– did you go? You’re here, and then poof–”
SWOOOSH.
“–you were gone.”
00480312
When I beamed down to Green Thumb Rd. the sign instead indicated a Green Thumb *St.* And we were in the wrong state for the location. Should have been (next to Hills Hill and Dr. Tom’s Park in) Arkansas. And I noticed a number of queer doublings when tracking around the overall village in Street View, this Burna of western Kentucky. Or was in Burirna? See what I mean?
House with double peaked porch next door to this service station with the doubled up letters in its name. Related to the 90 degree turning porch of Fieldon IL from section 01 of this here blog-novel, 48 in some kind of seemingly never ending series?
And from the same area: Is it Jamieson like the hill or Jameson like the road and other cemetery in the immediate vicinity?
Hard to tell from the sign once more.
Or perhaps the extra vowel — ‘i” again after all — is actually pointing back to Starfield’s Jemison planet from a couple of posts ago.
At any rate, better get back there; do some more digging around (TBC).
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0312, Arkansas, Google Street View, Jemison, Kentucky, Starfield
00480311 (Tom tree (What lies behind the picket fence? Really?))
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Answer:
Green Thumb Rd. Master Gardener. To be continued?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0311, Jeogeot, Rodentia 02
00480310 (Tom too)
“My God, why does he look so sad?! He’s already destroyed mankind what else could he want?!”
—–
“He’s bleeding man, he’s bleeding! And nobody’s doing anything about it!”
—–
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Nautilus, Lower Austra, 0310, 0048
00480309 (future echo of 00470309)
Okay so let’s talk about the *original* Game of Life, the one that ends in RETIREMENT.
Well, as I’m calculating, if you retire at 62 or 63 and live to be 100, that’s more time spent *living* on the other side of the date subtract all the work work and then recovering from this work in your afterhours, needing more time to buy proper work clothes, and so on. And also assuming that you’re still pretty mobile at least some way into your 90s. In this scenario, it’s really more fitting to say the 2nd half of Life — beyond the Game — only starts when you retire and not just at some kind of so-called mid-life crisis or anything. And it doesn’t have to be mere slide and glide afterwards as some might put it, swift motion without aim toward the grave. It could be about a different motion, a different progression than you had when you work worked. And this is a problem I think a lot of people are confronted with upon leaving their job. 8-5 filled a lot of time. Maybe you had friends at work that will be hard to keep up with now unless, perhaps, they’re around the same age and have some of the same interests that you can share beyond it. What I’m saying is that the old energy needs to be put to new uses. Play with your freed up schedule; have *fun* with it. Think of time as also increasing in quality as well as quantity.
Speaking of gliders…
Constantynople, Constance
… let’s talk about Death now. The true end.
https://bakerbloch.wordpress.com/2025/07/02/00470309/
“No need to worry about a glider this time,” exudes the spirit-head that calls herself Phyllis, guessing what he was going to say.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Nautilus, 0309, Constantynople, 0048
Sunklands 