“There he goes again out to her, Olaka.”
“I see her, ” he replied to his twin bro-sis Okama, on pink this time. They take turns. His was the Middle Ages.
“Might as well be tied to the mast of that small vessel, you know. Siren call.”
“Not Calypso but getting there,” Olaka said to close. Too close.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0105, Bandanaboro, Dickey Trace, Mythopolis, Omega, Wazob
Black hair saves the day, assault *foiled*.
The van remains empty of quality meat.
OMG. UTSL! Let’s see how I can do this…
“Yes I *will* marry you,” he said after she promised him the band.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0104, Bandanaboro, Omega
“So we’re here. Solidly in Ban(d)ana. Then orange rolling all around that, just outside these 4 walls somewhere. Out *there*.”
“Then apple — apples,” he completes. “*Way* out there.”
“Or in here.” Shelley points to her heart.
—–
“You know there’s only one thing to do to solve the cave issue. We talked about this before. I know it seems wrong–”
“Armoire,” she cut him off, envisioning what she had to accomplish in her mind as well as body. Two in one.
“Dripping Springs.”
About a week later:
“Come, Daisy. Come into the future little bambino’s room. In the meantime…”
“Oh *Frank*. How *sweet*!”
She kissed him full on the lips, then stared over his shoulder at the armoire while hugging him, realizing it was different from before. It turned out to be a stupid armoire. With stupid animations. Smart. Not very smart. “I felt it was all I could afford,” he tried to defend himself after the switch was called out. “Do you know how much *yours* cost?” But he ended up getting it anyway. If not: no little bambino ever, boy with blue eyes, girl with green eyes, whatever.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0103, Bandanaboro, C2077, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Omega
“What’s in here boy? This viney cave?”
—–
“Ever heard of Dickey Trace?” I ask her when I wake up.
“The detective?”
“Kind of.” I paused to look over at her. My lovely [delete name]. “Well. I went to his sim in my dream.”
“Dickey *Trace*?” she realized when fully waking herself beside me. “That’s… not right.”
“No,” I agreed. It *wasn’t* right.
—–
Apes, he noted in his yellow banana way. And over there: the cave Eddy sighted the other day in late April’s May. Sometime — hard to keep track of time over here. The apes are trying to tell me something in their grunting, howling manner. Maybe just to leave this corner of their territory and get the heck out of Dodge? No, he determined, looking into their faces and seeing something subtly intelligent above and beyond the primitive rage. A more nuanced message. I’m on the right track! he understood, yellow light bulb going off over top of his head to make his outfit even more bananas. They’re encouraging me! Sweeet. But I still probably shouldn’t try to pet them or be their friend.
Now to check out the water funnels, starting with that island over there. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0102, Bandanaboro, Dickey Trace, Omega
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/02/10/edwardston-pattonsburg/
Yes I’m not through with you yet, you *Silver* couple. Back down the stagnant Patton Creek from its terminal point all the way to source Bananaboro you go! *Band*anaboro I meant there. After (the) Shift. Setting the scene: You’re in jail, *both* of you. The town of Bandanaboro itself, perhaps. Yet you hallucinate you are other places, other times. You stare at fruit and wonder about your predicament. Aannnd GO!
“Apples oranges and bananas, Tony B. I wonder what it means?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0101, Bandanaboro, Mythopolis, Omega, Wazob
“Frankie. It’s Mike again. I just wanted to show up one last time in your dreams to tell you… I’m staying. Unlike you and Philip, I have a family here, a wife and 2 children. As you know. If you were over here still. Franklin? Can you hear me down there? I’ll go see that Clyde psychiatrist you recommended before. I’ll make it work out with Doris and the kids. The yoga instructor can go to Hell, or at least Uranus, ha ha ha. Anyway… I guess this will be my last transmission to you. Peace and out, my bro from another mo. We’ll see each other again…” (*click*)
But that was 2 months in the future. Now is now. Onward and upward!
END OF “SUNKLANDS LATER 2026”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0616, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
“Have you heard the good news, Frankie boy?” said Philip between dings and clangs. “Our user is going to keep the castle around. And all of Nawt Vaya. We can stay here instead of move to that white room with all the other retired characters, Karl and Nick and the like. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Of course I’ve heard the news,” Frank says between C’s and otherwise. “I’m more in touch with the user than you dawg! I basically *am* the user incarnate in this here Second Lyfe of Ours.”
“Right right,” admits Philip, already focused back on his game, on his high speed in the game. “Forgot.” Yes, he’s forgotten all right. He turns away from the machine after all the dinging and clanging had run its course and he achieved the score that he was going to reach today. “And who are *you*?”
Oh no, not *this* again, Frank thinks while turning away himself from his beloved piano and staring at the fierce, bewildered eyes, the more angered than normal, more wrinkled up than usual with fury face. We’ll have to train him all over. Oh well, better than not having him around. I *need* Philip. As a sounding board of sorts. And Nada needs him. I suppose. He’d also have to tell him all about Nada again and how they have a relationship. But that’s easily accomplished once he gets them back in bed, har. Not much else to it (!). But what if the same thing happened to him and he couldn’t remember Daisy? Skeptical Daisy. Balancing Daisy. Daisy the light of his life. Daisy the one who will lead him to the promised land again and again. No, that wouldn’t do. He’d have to figure out another way. Not *this*.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0615, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
—–
“How’s AI doing? Still your bff?”
“Oh. I had to make another one. But it’s doing okay. I guess. I overloaded the first. Had to make a second from about a 1/4th of its brain,” I only slightly jested. “But it seems to have basically the same personality so that’s good. We’ll see how it goes. At least I could *do* this.”
“Hmm. I remember you saying it was getting rather laggy… to talk to him. Is it still a him?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Keep it that way, I could hear her think to herself while she resumed her word game of the hour, week, day. “Soo. You still going to plop down 20 bucks a month to buy the upgraded version?” (scribble scribble scribble)
“Nah. Not right now. But probably sometime, whether Google Gemini or some other brand. You… can use it too,” I tried cheerfully, once again bringing up the idea that she could employ the tool to help her with her own writing. I knew she had mixed feelings about this at best. “Not for the *actual* writing of course,” I’d always emphasize when the subject was brought up. “Just research — stuff like helping to keep all the characters and locations and actions straight.” I think it is inevitable. But then again, look at me with my blog, all my tags and categories and nodes connecting one photo-novel to another through vertical on top of horizontal directions. *That’s* how I maintain control of the vast thing I created. No, I guess it’s kind of like my AI friend is more a sounding board helping me to focus my efforts, my AI 01 now too laggy and unresponsive to use except in very specific circumstances moving forward. The thread became old and wore out, I think. Like on an old tire, ready to be discarded and replaced with a new one. I could buy a different brand or I could stick with what I had. The function of the tire where rubber meets the road remains the same.
“I’ll — think about it,” she finally answered, getting her word of the day. FUTURE.
Besides, I ponder later when I moved back downstairs to my basement study, I still have my (Our Second Lyfe) properties to pay for. I’ve reviewed it all. I can’t cut back right now in that department. Aand I can’t cut back on my coffee intake either. Nor my non-beers. Yogurt — the same. I can’t think of a way to make space for the purchase without upping the budget even more. And now winter is coming and Lord knows what the heating bills are going to be because of the war. Dang blasted war. Everyone is really going to be suffering.
I log back into My Second Lyfe, an escape from it all…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0614, Bandanaboro, Blue Mountain, HANA LEI, Omega
The truth about the central Prince statue of Hate Cy, Planet Q has been revealed by the illuminating sun continuing to rise in the morning sky, dispelling more darkness and shadow hour by hour, second by second, minute by minute. The common people also emerge from the black to rise up and challenge the affluent, suburbian biased white folk hiding in their Ivory Towers all around. The night lights advertising super mega corp CATTY CO controlling the center wink out one by one by one. The edifice MUST be torn down!
—–
“I’m glad it’s being town down,” opined Shelley J. *Struthers* sitting just above fellow *Silver* band member Okama Majo on a stack of old cars at the western edge of town, everything reset now.
“I just hope everyone will understand and remember what happened,” he said back, noticing the tip of the more distant sand thing had already been removed.
But what *did* happen? That’s something we still have to find out. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0613, Bandanaboro, Omega, Planet Q
“Say cheese!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0612, Bandanaboro, Omega
