Category Archives: 05
00480516 (continuation/fulfillment (opposite side of the Alamo (the other hand)))
🎵If you want to get to heaven🎵
🎵You got to raise a little hell🎵
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0516, GTA
00480515 (red means stop)
The BD was over as Terrance Sr. took off her red dress at 12 and turned back into a man, ball over. I pulled the rig off my head, sat up. STB man, I recognized early on, basically at the start of it all. I must put this down in my blog!
—–
Ahh, *exactly* what I need,” thinks Philip in one of his more recent dreams as he spots it coming toward him. He then positions himself directly in front of the approaching red El Camino, freshly entering his hometown of GTAV’s Sandy Shores from the east, daring it to hit him. It screeched to a halt — big mistake, should have just plowed right through the him like a speeding bullet or something.
Philip goes to the door, opens it, drags the passenger out on the road, debates whether to smash his head in but decides not to as he has more important matters to deal with today, takes control of the wheel…
… leaving Albertville M. Spaghettiboro by way of Stockholm and Lima coughing and wheezing in the smoke of his spinning tires and belching exhaust pipe. “Little Hell here we come!” he cries about the destination on the opposite side of the Alamo Sea from Sandy Shores as the landscape wizzes by him — directly across from SS, actually. Some people call it Heaven but Philip knows the truth because you have to raise a Little Hell first, like a child to an adult. All children are spawns of Satan, he knew. Like 7th Devil up in the castle perpetually holding the bowl of patriot soup that stands in for a cement pond. Or something — Frank explained the whole 4 string alignment resulting from Mouse’s diabetic fit the other day to him but his brain didn’t retain all that much. All he thinks of is pleasure, what’s good for *moi*. Which is why he had to, in the end, be killed. By Frank or Mikie, didn’t matter that much. Death to Philip Strevor was all that both could think of. The Id to their Ego and Superego respectively must *go*. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0515, GTA
00480514
He was shouting at me as soon as I went out on the balcony. I was just thinking recently that I rarely see anyone in Nightsity above street level. And then here he was, just standing over there, a sticky outy thumb situation.
“Hey mo- f-cker! Do me a big big favor and bring over my clothes to me! Right over there!” I can make out the distant man pointing somewhere to my right. I pause, wondering if I should even reply to this obviously somewhat insane person across the way. Like I’m going to deliver anything, let’s see, 5 stories up to a strange apartment in a building on one of the most dangerous streets in Kabusie;Â *knew* I shouldn’t have come here and do some exploring today. But then I spot them hanging off a balcony about 3 stories down on my side of the street, barely visible from around a corner. At least he wasn’t lying about the garments. But, heck, they’re probably not his anyway.
“My clothes my clothes!” he pressed before I could exit the balcony and withdraw back into the depths of my own building. “I *know* you can see them from there — I guess! There’s a shirt, then another shirt and then 2 pairs of pants hanging behind the shirts, and, most important, my *dress* in the middle! My red mo- f-cking dress I *just* bought at the pawn shop… I mean, er, J.C. Ponney’s! That’s what I need to wear *tonight*!”
“I-I can’t help you!” I decided to give him. “Sorry!” I tacked on.
“Aw maan!” I see him flip his arms at me in disgust. “I can’t go back in there, maan!” There was true grief in his voice now; maybe he was even weeping a bit too? “The old lady… she…!” He paused. So I guessed what he was going to say.
“Kicked you out?!” I imagine him slapping her in the face. Or worse.
“No no, maan! You got it all wrong! *All* wrong!” But he still wouldn’t tell me what happened. He started pacing back and forth back and forth on his narrow perch, hands to his face. Yeah, he definitely appeared to be weeping now.
“Alright!” I decided to say for some God awful reason, perhaps coming from the same warped curiosity that brought me to this area in the first place today. “I’ll go down there and knock on the door and see if anyone is home — ask about the clothes!”
“Oh, man! Would you do that for me?! That would be awesome, mo- f-cker! Just don’t mention *Terrance*!”
I assumed Terrance was his own name but it turned out to be his son’s. And it wasn’t him that hit her but the opposite way around. We all kind of became friends after that, me and the father and his son from another mother. And he sure did look mighty pretty in that red dress he wore to the mayor’s ball that very night, smiles all around. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0514, C2077, Kabusie
00480513 (death (and life!) on 2)
He walked and walked, again and again. He also lived and lived again and again. Death is not the end. Death is deathinitely not the end. He pics up the mic. He sings. He’s ready to rock and rule the world once more. In a better, more refined way this time.
He stops at Day and doesn’t proceed into Night. He’ll learn from past mistakes. He becomes fixed in time. And space. And thankfully not a lot remains of Wheeler still as I look over, not enough to tell. Sheer Heart Attack the single merges back into Sheer Heart Attack the album as he belts out the tune.
I am Pansy Mouse the pure white Zero Hero standing in the center of it all who approves this message. Naked as a j-bird, I also can’t help but start dancing…
00480512 (happy (cobalt = Kabusie?))
There’s Wheeler, my better (female) half, carefully walking the 8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0/ blue-yellow-red-green-cobalt-violet-orange-marroon-white segments of the ground level labyrinth again.
But there’s not a lot else in this 2 story Temple of TILE mostly under the waters of the Nawt Vaya Sea. No piano like before, no place to sit atall. 39 prims to play around with on the property. I could bring back both the piano and pipe organ with that, ALL KEYBOARDS.
Wheeler stops before crossing from green into cobalt again. “Is this suppose to be *me*?” she calls up. “What kind of girl do you think I am, hubby of mine?”
You know what kind of girl you are, I wanted to say back down. But instead I said: “I’ll remove it asap. It’s certainly in bad taste anyway, considering what happened to Freddy.”
“There.” We wouldn’t see a difference from the above angle but there’s a difference. With the subtraction of 1, Mercury X. Rising stands alone with no 2 to follow.
Now walk, Mercury X. Rising, walk. Live again! Wheeler should have been passing by this transition spot in the labyrinth right about… here.
00480511
Just as I enter Little China from Kabuki (1), this formerly expressionless kid breaks out into a big smile when I approach him while crossing the street. I can’t recall seeing that happen — at least to that degree — in all my now many months walking around this Night City of Cyberpunk 2077 game fame. About all NPCs there maintain an expressionless look on their face. Seemed to *mean something*.
Then a couple of minutes later in the same walk I pass Happy Juniors. Can’t recall that store before either. Get it? That junior back there unexpectedly turned happy and then this.
And we’ve met the guy posing next to the store before too in that above screen capture. I call him Sunamai T-Shirt Boy or STB for short, featured in no less that 8 posts now from 2 different photo-novels.
I have a suspicion this is connected to the idea of transitions, specifically here, the transition between two sub-districts of an imaginary city. It’s happened before with Kabuki, except here we’re going out instead of coming in.
https://bakerbloch.com/2024/07/10/00430413/
We’ll most likely revisit this whole “happy” subject soon.
(1) Elsewhere in the blog and attached photo-novels I call Little China *Small* China and turn Kabuki into Kabusie. Overarching Night City is also transformed into Nightsity. I have my reasons. 🙂
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0511, C2077, Kabusie, Small China
00480510
Yes, I can do this (!): use the Recorder tool on the Developer Menu to record my avatar’s walking positions through the 7 circuit Temple of TILE labyrinth, also called a classic labyrinth. And today’s chosen avatar Alice Tart here can trace the labyrinth over and over and over using the loop option that comes with the recording. It’s pretty profound. You start with blue around the outer rim, accomplishing a single circle before “descending” into the center till you meet yellow, then walk the yellow segment around to start going back out till it meets red, then walk red till it meets green, but then you don’t return to blue here, no no. Keeping to green, you stop walking outward and once again descend toward the center to meet cobalt, working inward this time to violet, then starting to move outward again through orange, then maroon, then descend again into the very center colored white to end. Here end loops back with beginning, and you walk the line out of the center straight toward the blue rim to start the process over again.
Alice walking from green into cobalt
Recordings cannot be saved so I’ll have to record each session individually. But, like I said, once recorded you can walk endlessly within one login. Impressive! Successful test. 🙂
We can number successive walking steps the following way by color:
blue – 8
yellow – 5
red – 6
green – 7
cobalt – 4
violet – 1
orange – 2
maroon – 3
white – 0
or 8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0
This number sequence translated into our 7 circuit or classical labyrinth could look like this:
More on its construction:
00480509 (1/2 and 1/2)
Wait… something *is* being etched in stone. Let’s see…, um…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0509, Virginia
00480508
“And so you see you couldn’t help your father because there’s nothing wrong with me and everything wrong with him. So you were right to run him over in your car while the old fool stood helplessly exposed in the middle of Route 9 over there. Like you hit him with a bullet in the past in, what was it, 1785?”
“More like the late 1800s I think,” said Alice Tart to her mother Wheeler Wilson, finally together for that talk about the recently deceased Mouse. Overdue, as are a lot of things in life. Better attend to the important stuff before death.
“I– met the town leader I think,” she then revealed, “this Rodentia of the continent of Jeogeot of the metaverse of Our Second Lyfe,” she expanded needlessly. Like assigning a particular color to white.
“Oh. The male?”
“Yeah, the embodiment thereof.”
“What was he like?” said the curiously non-surprised Wheeler at this turn. She knew that behind the female there’s always a male, often in the same body whether virtual or real, or figuratively if not literally as was the case here.
“What you would suspect, I suppose. A big rat, but with brown markings on top of the white. Add in a bit of color.”
“Chocolate to vanilla,” said Wheeler, translating hues into flavors. “What did you say to… this rat?”
“I confessed *everything*. He seemed very pleased. I supposed I owed him that, using his town, his *female* half, for a good number of posts already. He kind of trapped me in retrospect, drew me to the assembly hall that was his sanctuary. So I just explained everything.”
“Pleased, you say?” Wheeler takes another puff of her cigarette. She’d already offered one to daughter Alice who refused. I wonder if she– no, can’t be. Can it?
“Yeah, pleased. He’s probably still over there if you want to pay him a visit. Checking… checking… yeah, green dot still there. He’s waiting for us… when the time comes.”
“When the time comes,” echoes Wheeler then inhales more smoke. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0508, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot
Sunklands 