Phil knows.
Category Archives: **VIRTUAL OT
00460305
“He was just standing there when I looked down from the bird. You know, after the plane.”
“Then what?” Philip was into Frank’s story. For a change.
“Just for a second he was there. Looked like, I don’t know, *Superman*. All jacked up like a superhero, you see.”
“Like Impotent Rage?”
“Yeah,” Frank said. “Like Impotent Rage.”
“*Love* Impotent Rage. That’s where I hid my drugs!”
Took Frank a second to get it, then he remembered the figurine in Philip’s trailer with the hollowed out core and pop top head. *Old* trailer. “Oh yeah. Anyway, thought you’d want to know, since, you know, you saw the plane shadows that couldn’t be there too.”
“I *did*,” said Philip without a doubt. “I did indeed. Grapeshot.”
“Grape*seed*,” said Frank.
“Noooo. Grape*shot*. *Franklin*.” Philip liked to call Frank Lynn by his old name when he failed to properly translate anything to this new format they now live in, GTA V imprisoned characters no more. They were free. Thanks to the power of the Alamo. “Remember the Alamo,” Philip would also say to jolt Frank back to the current (virtual) reality. “Remember it and then forget it because we’re in a different place now,” he might follow up, “one that doesn’t stink like *rotting fish*, PHEH.”
Alamo inland sea of GTA V fully transferred over to Nawt Vaya inland sea of Our Second Lyfe. Like Philip before him, Frank was totally on board with it. After all, they always had the dreams and reminiscings to return if needed. Like now.
“Anyway,” Frank continued in that vein, “he was standing at the start of that jutting out place, you know, the, oh what do you call it? Not peninsula.”
“Pier?” Philip offered, trying to help the story along.
“No dawg, nothing wood or anything. A *jetty* — yeah, that’s it. A narrow piece of land jutting into the water in a straight line.
“Or crooked line,” Philip said, thinking of something called the Spiral Jetty. He can’t recall where.
“Okay, so, you know, the Superman person was gone — only appeared a split second like I said…”
“Yeah?” Philip said, egging him on again.
“But when I was walking down that, er, jetty, in a straight line, I also knew he was *pointing* toward something. Something on the other side of the lake as it turned out.”
“Sea,” corrected Philip once more. “Alamo Sea.”
“Yeah, Alamo Sea, then. So I stood near the end of the point, looked across the lake — sea, sorry. There was a boat parked near the tip, but that wasn’t it. Then I heard it. Little Hell, Philip. Place called Little Hell.”
Philip had heard of the location but had also heard it called Heaven and said so. Out of their dreams and back into the present, both looked across the moonlit Nawt Vaya waters and wondered what *that* meant. Little Hell and Heaven both.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0305, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00460302
Newt found himself even happier than he suspected, overjoyed even. Bimbo had texted their treehouse and said she’d be a couple of days late to arrive in Nawt Vaya, perhaps even a couple of years. Fink would keep using the attic computer for his virtual needs, Newt knew.
And he was right about the giraffe instead being an elephant (!) — my bad, he thinks. I’ll pay closer attention to what he says from now on and not immediately rule out such seemingly nonsensical, *surrealist* statements, ha.
But the primmy geometric tiger behind the spindly legged elephant here and also the similarly prim laden Dali Park beside Starbuccaneers below were now gone. He’d made his point, I suppose.
Which reminds me: time to go get my 2 daily 4 shot lattes, ho.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0302, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Oooo
00460301 (another “late”)
She was far away from her intended destination, she knew that. Led astray by another cube being shaped like her old lover. Who may be her new lover. In the way they knew how or could.
“We’ve travelled so far, Bimbo,” he/it said. “And now we’re here. What do you think it is?”
“Not. Cube?” said Bimbo back in her Half Japanese accent, cute for a robot.
“No, definitely not that,” he replied in an American one but still robotic. “Round instead.”
“Rooooound,” Bimbo tested out the word. “Ciirrrclllleee.” She even traced a circle in front of her with her pointing, stubby blue-green robot arm with no discernable hand to mimic the one on the stone.
“That’s right. Different from us.”
“Diffferrrreeeent,” continued Bimbo in the same way. Then she did something else with her hands this time which made him chuckle. She couldn’t make a hole with the other but he got the point from the first.
“That’s right, Bimbo,” he said. “The f-ckers.”
“Ffffffff———–ers.” Then she said something that might have made him blush if he was capable of doing so. “Us?”
“No, Bimbo. Not in that way. Different.”
“Differrrrent,” repeated Bimbo.
“I’ll show you.”
(to be continued? (probably not))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0301, Nascera, Oooo
00460216
Later while Wendy went to the SL Marketplace to buy a new dress with unruined stripes, Barry perused various algorithmic offerings on his Youtube premium subscription service. Soon a video about a particular painting shown in the 60s classic sitcom “The Andy Griffith Show” popped up and he couldn’t resist. Turns out… well: Dali again. Let’s listen in. Fake dialog here we’re talking about, but still seems to fit. 🙂
“*Child’s coffin*??” Andy exudes.
“That’s right Andy,” says Barney, standing proud before him after pointing it out. “Read it in a magazine over at Floyd’s. I’ll help you with things like this, Andy, keep you up to date on all the modern trends. Yup (he sniffs in satisfaction about knowing something the seemingly all knowing sheriff of this here small NC town on the far edge of modernity doesn’t). Artist by the name of Da Lee found it hidden under layers of paint. Child’s coffin, Andy,” he repeats. “Turns out that couple wasn’t grieving for lost crops in that field but something *bigger*.”
Barry wonders where the laugh track was on this episode then realizes the obvious. He looks down to see a glowing tie: dream again.
Wendy opens the door to the small cottage, startling him awake from his afternoon nap. “What do you think?” she said, twirling around in place to show the purchased dress off.
“I think… we need a TV.”
“And a bed!” Wendy added. She was feeling frisky again, their checkered, unaligned past be damned. Start anew; forget the old. Rebirth.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0216, Jeogeot, Mayberry, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00460213 (power)
“Sir?” (pause) “Sir?”
“Oh yes, young Fink,” distracted Newt finally acknowledges his presence at the door to his study. “How’s it going? Everything alright with the computer upstairs and all?” He didn’t look at Fink Humann, kept staring at the screen of his own computer.
“Yes, fine sir,” said Fink. “It’s just that it’s 7 o’clock. Time for me to leave. I’m saying goodbye is all. Like, er, like I do every time I come over here… at this time.”
Newt checks his watch not on his arm, gives a little start. “Oh dear, didn’t realize it was so late. Better wrap this up. Well, er, thank you, Fink, for telling me the time and the lateness of it all. And I suppose I’ll see you again… tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is a big day, sir.”
“Please, Fink. You can stop calling me sir. You’ve come over, what is it, almost every day for the past 2 weeks?”
“Except that Sunday when Jack and I went plane flying, yes.”
“We’re friends now,” emphasized Newt from his chair. “Come over here, actually — I know it’s getting late and you need to get back to the treehouse but I — I want your opinion on this. I’m serious. Here.” And Newt waved him over, which he complied with. “What do you see?” he asked as Fink Humann also stared at the monitor with him.
“That’s er, your wife,” said Fink, seeing her image dominating the screen. Fink knew this was Wheeler now and not another form of their precious Princess Pinky Gumm. Wheeler herself told them that during a visit the other day to their treehouse.
“No, *behind* her. What do you see on the wall over there?”
“Um, JEO — GEOT,” he read on the poster. “Jeogeot,” he combined.
“Very good. The continent we’re now on.”
“Jeo-geot,” Fink repeated. “Jeogeot,” he collaged again.
“Yes,” said Newt. “Fine and dandy. But what else is there?”
“Um… people.”
“People, yes. And…”
“Dinos.”
“Dinosaurs, right. Aannd…”
“Um, an elephant?”
*Elephant*? Newt thinks. Does young Fink here not know what a giraffe is?? But then Newt realized Fink had inadvertently given him the answer to the riddle he’d been pondering so deeply about all this afternoon and early into the evening. The phone rang on his table. Wheeler obviously, Newt thought without checking the number.
“Thank you again, Fink. We’ll be talking soon.” He pats him on his shoulder to signal their time was done.
“But not tomorrow,” Fink says while walking out of the study, making Newt realize that tomorrow was the day mechanical contraption Bimbo was suppose to arrive from Fink and Jack’s native Oooo. Fink might not be coming around as much after that, and perhaps not at all. He’d miss the lad if so. Perhaps there was another way, hmm. He finally answers the phone that’s been ringing all this time.
“Where *are* you?” Wheeler emits.
Where are *you*? Newt wanted to say in return but knew it didn’t matter. Could be anywhere in the world… or nowhere. He’d find her whatever. Just up the stairs from down. “Be right there,” he said not into the phone but in the air all around.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0213, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New York, NVFS, Oooo
00460209 (Nawt Vaya Free State)
My Nawt Vaya seaside property has been restored after an unfortunate accident that wiped away all former structures. Short story: I now own the land instead of renting it.
Compare to the old setup:
The big thing, you’ll notice, is that Newt’s Big Victorian Townhouse has been moved from the center of the property to its edge down on the beach, replacing that church also pictured above. This sits in a separate, private parcel from the rest I call Newtonia where Newt can be Newt and away from it all.
Except for the human boy Fink who is using his attic computer until Bimbo shows up next week sometime. I think. Then the latter will serve as Fink’s gateway to games, etc. Stay as long as you like up there, says Newt to the boy when he arrives, usually every day around 5 and then usually sticking around until 7 or so when Newt starts watching his shows with the wife and Fink returns to his treehouse home to eat with his bestest mate Jack the Dogg. Oh: Wheeler? Yeah, she’s around too. Just don’t know where her base of operations is yet. Not Newtonia I don’t think. Although she’s obviously there sometimes.
Also Mabel’s cottage up on the hill hasn’t returned, freeing up some prims for skybox rezzing and such.
(to be continued; very excited!)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0209, Bright Moon Cottage, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Oooo
00460208 (Palm(er)’s View Way…)
… as in, stuck on Palm’s View Way several seconds after this provocative introductory view of Panam(a) Palmer in the Cyberpunk 2077 game. Could be a purposeful juxtaposition in the “1 Hour of Cyberpunk 2077 Fails” video here but probably not.
And may I remind, this is the girl V(al) the 1st person protagonist of C2077 is stuck on, while adopted internal soul twin Jonny Silverhhand prefers Judy Lexi over in Kabusie. Kabusie as in derived from caboose here too, come to think of it. Both girls attached to the word.
I put the Bakers family patch back in my pocket to end the game again before it even begins and move on…
00460207
Time to go see what the boys are up to.
—–
“Thanks for joining me on this little venture.”
“Sure,” he said. “Vegetable garden can wait. Besides, well…”
“Yeah. Potential company back there. You’re going to have to be careful.”
“*You’re* going to have to be careful.”
“Soo… (sigh) This is where it happens, the magic, the view of paradise that boy mentioned.”
“Suppose so, Wheeler.”
“I mean, we saw them head in this direction. No lights. Like now.” Here Wheeler once again wonders if Newt and she would ever be a proper couple. Probably not, she concludes once more, a broken record, a record missing some letters in the middle to make it real. Simply because he’s Baker Bloch and that’s not allowed. Not *here*.
“Right, right. Stayed there — here — about an hour. I suppose that’s enough for paradise.”
“Yes,” said Wheeler nonchalantly to this. “And over there too, that building over there.” Wheeler remotely opens the window to the shack, points. “A treehouse as I’m checking; ‘nother place they go now.”
Treehouse, she ponders. Like the boys live in, with a shared robot computer on the way from their home world of Oooo as well. Should be arriving by next Tuesday’s Thursday.
“Yes, I remember when we were young and full of energy like that,” says Newt. Now just old and tired? he thinks to himself. He’s 50 going on 67. And Wheeler… he supposes she’s at least in her late 40s. Doesn’t look a day over 25 (he looks over). Well, 30 (pause) 35. Body aging gracefully, though. And so is his, he realizes. This works down here and that works up there. Both can happen.
Plus there’s The Abyss to consider, the writhing. Not Hell, but a kind of prison anyway (like Shelley is in?). Newt’s seen glimpses when he drinks his two daily 4 shot lattes too close to each other. 319. Must think about that more. Nawt Vaya — 319, hmm.
“Wheeler?” He looks over, sees the eyes. “I’ve decided to give it a shot.”
“What shot?” she shoots back.
“You know. *That*.”
“*Here*?”
He thinks of The Abyss. So many writhing in The Abyss. Trapped. A date to begin, yes. Start over fresh. Hot dog joint out in the sticks won’t swing it. Something upscale, classy. Wheeler can wear one of those discount gowns she’s been collecting recently, hmph.
“Are you asking me *out*? Hubby?”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0207, Jeogeot, Juho, Nawt Vaya+, Oooo, SG Park
00460205 (Butterfly Kid)
Now back to Jack at that other treehouse across the water — just beyond the rocket over there. And Fink of course. Bimbo? We’ll see.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0205, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, Oooo, SG Park, South Lake
Sunklands 