Category Archives: **VIRTUAL OT
ghosts
“We’re getting closer to something Hucka. I can feel it.”
“Jigsaw pieces,” she responds monotone-like. “Obvious resonance, yes. Keep going.” Her arms were still crossed.
“I’m going to look out the (endless) window again. Explosions! Larger, then smaller.”
“The car, right.” She threw up her hands in a gesture of something blowing up, but still kept the same look. Baker Bloch knew he didn’t have much time before she left again.
“I’m going to figure it out tonight.”
“Riiight.” And then, poof. Gone.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0118, Apple's Orchard, Black Ice, Canada/Picturetown, Google Street View, NWES Island
her name is Mary York (York, Mary)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0117, Canada/Picturetown, Google Street View
Vicki?
Since a Rosehaven Yarn Shop exists in both, I’m playing around tonight with a further melding between Picton, Ontario and NWES City of Our Second Lyfe.
Best additional resonance: the overlap of the also recently opened Her Majesty in NWES City with the Regent Theatre of Picton. Notice the parallel crowns in the center of the matching pictures below. And then notice that a girl wearing all black except for a hot pink dress (and seemingly holding a somewhat less hot pink colored coat) is walking directly underneath part of the theater marquee featuring the name *Pink* Floyd. Best guess: since Her Majesty is a bigfoot/yeti in Our Second Lyfe, and a black furred bigfoot is seen standing in the other doorway of Her Majesty (the main doorway here is framing Queen Elizabeth with a kind of menacing look — pic stood out for me) with footprints from him (or her) leading down the sidewalk, then the black clad woman must also be a bigfoot in my eyes, perhaps Her Majesty again in some queer way as transferred from virtual to real. The pink overlap is just a way to highlight this.
And so the actual name of Our Second Lyfe’s Her Majesty may be Vic, don’t you think. Or Vincent.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0116, Black Ice, Canada/Picturetown, Google Street View, NWES Island
Athlone 02
“Okay, we have a touching scene here where Craighead Phillips discovers he can’t get back through the now sealed portal to West Virginia and has to face up to his responsibilities in *this* life. Anna, you’ll be sitting on the couch over here, just letting him run through his thoughts, letting him try to justify leaving in the first place and, of course, still fuming because of it. Annnnnnd ACTION!”
“Okay, before we begin, actually, let’s have Craighead wearing his other hair, the Option 02 doo which indicates he’s done with the portal. David get the other hair and place it on Phillip’s head. And then we need to zoom in on the couch and the sign behind it and then slowly pan out, yes. Let’s raise Craighead up a tiny bit off the couch so we can see the hands. There.”
David finishes switching out the hair.
“Annnnnnd. ACTION!”
“Craighead Phillips you’re just the *worst*. What do you have to say for yourself?”
—–
“See it’s great,” Eraserhead Man said afterwards about the beginning, “because you don’t know if it’s Your Mama or Tracy Austin talking at first. We’ll modulate the voice in post-production to make sure the ambiguity is there.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0115, Google Street View, Hills of Bill, Maebaleia/Satori, West Virginia
Athlone 01
Baker Bloch and Hucka Doobie had finished their trip through West Virginia. “We better close up the portal before we leave.”
“I’ll do it,” volunteered Hucka Doobie, getting out of the car. “You stay here and make sure no one goes through.” She pats the top of the door twice for emphasis.
“10-4.” Hucka Doobie glares at him before leaving, daring him to add “Eleanor.” She wasn’t Eleanor. Not any longer.
—–
She pauses before entering the code that will shut it all down. “Blue rose,” she ponders, looking at the 2701 Bland Rd. yard sign. “Gordon Cole would be so proud.”
“Annnnnd CUT!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0114, Google Street View, Hills of Bill, Maebaleia/Satori, West Virginia
grooving up slowly
“It certainly is a big monument Hucka Doobie.” It had just come into sight, around the bend of the road as they reached the heart of this tiny West Virginia village.
“Well… he wanted it to stick out.” She crosses her arms again. She didn’t really want to be here. With Baker. But he needed spiritual guidance and she is a spirit and she is assigned, pheh. So in the car with him again, traveling toward Lilly’s obelisk in the skies. Herman wanted it this way. Big. Bigger than his. Love: he truly loved his vampire wife as much as a collaged together munster with another’s heart could.
She resisted scratching her bare shoulder again. Still bleeding, ouch!
“I guess she’d be in Pennsylvania by this point, Hucka.”
“Guess so.” They traveled onward, northward, passing the monument as it cast a huge shadow over their diminutive car.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0023, 0113, Google Street View, MAPS, West Virginia
wedding 02
Barefoot Toothpick had a dream that night. The overalls were removed again. He was walking across a field of delicious green grass that should be a paved, car filled street toward a building that would answer it all. Instead it was full of playing kids and supervising parents who were also having fun, shrugging away the burden of responsibility for the time being. Fun. Toothpick should be having that too. But he had other things to do he knew were both right and wrong at the same time. It was as if truth were suspended in mid-air before him off a bridging pole.
The location? Picton, but it wasn’t called that any longer, not after this festival or whatever it is. The name was now Pict on Pict, short for Picture on Picture, a new blog category. Heck, let’s just call it Picturetown, or maybe Frametown if we draw out a bit more. But we can’t right this moment because of the setting, blackness or the abyss all around. Picturetown it is.
Elberta meets him near the threshold. Certain Death is both at the front window and nearer the door, another 2n1 situation since time is overlapping here again (Munday = Sunday + Monday). She knew she’d have to lose the body to go inside. They hold hands.
Not what they were expecting.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0022, 0704, Black Ice, Bogota, Canada/Picturetown, collages 2d, Google Street View, NWES Island, Picturetown, Rose Heaven-
00220616
Barry DeBoy stares at the blank canvas he knows he must fill in soon. CITY, a concept that must be born if the city itself is to be saved. Almost a 90 percent chance of it now. He’ll take the odds.
He pinches himself to make sure he’s awake (he is). Wearing the red tie has made him nervous about that down through the months — before, he was always dreaming when he had it on. No more. Something happened: a reversal, a change of heart even, he senses. Miss Graham has given it back. But why?
“It was me,” Hucka Doobie spoke at a nearby table. “Come on into the picture. PICT ON PICT. Come on,” she urged.
“What’s he doing?”
“She. But that’s what we have to find out. Temple.”
“Wheeler. Of course.”
“Yes.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0022, 0616, Canada/Picturetown, Google Street View, HANA LEI
Sunklands 