Category Archives: Heterocera

Not exactly what I expected but here he is… for now.

He listens to Jim Tom’s tune about Collagesity and smiles internally. He’s ready for action.

He’s got a cool walk as well.

So here we are:

The reign begins.

Square. But it might be a specific square. Yellow is the color of land for sale on the Second Life map. A 1024 is a popular plot, of 32×32 meter dimensions. Studying…..

I didn’t know dieties could go on trips but that’s what Carrcassonnee plans to do. She’s heading to Alice to negotiate a treaty with Kerchal, as she put it. The Bobs are in charge of the town in her absence. Personally I decided I needed to find where Hucka Doobie was inworld. But was that possible?

I wasn’t sure I liked Carrcassonnee leaving. I felt it was something more permanent than she was letting on. She seemed mad the last time I talked to her. And I don’t mean angry. Does she realize it’s close to the end?

Is this it for Collagesity? I can’t go that far, I don’t think. I’m inside the early limit of hiking season. Should be a nice Saturday for exploring. Drink Lake will most likely be a destination again. Billfork maybe. Meeting Rock. Hermania. Jonesboro. New Hope. More.

She turned purple…

… then was gone.

We turn to Bobs now?

“I had that dream again, Hucka D. Skillet, as a bomb, came into the temple and blew it up good. Real good. Hucka D.?”

“Biker Jones is complaining about a splitting headache. Wonder why?”

Carr.:

Harr.

bb:

Carr., can Boxy Brown talk?

Carr.:

Boxy Brown talked to Meatwad. But no one else harrd. Heard.

bb:

But Jesus couldn’t talk directly to me.

Carr.:

Another attack is coming. From the outside. 94.38 percent of America is male crazy.

bb:

I’m a feminine male.

Carr.:

Yeah. That’s what I call you.

bb:

Oh yeah. Forgot you were… forgot who you were as well or on… er.

Carr.:

That’s okay. We’ll talk more tomorrow.

bb:

I’ve got a couple more questions. Hucka D. hasn’t really been around since he started to incarnate in This Second Life a couple of weeks back.

Carr.:

You must come permanently here. Like he has. You must become the resident artist. You were thinking about this today. I know because I am you[ as well]. I am all. Here. Harr.

bb:

Will Hucka D. return as the prominent blog spirit?

Carr.:

He’s out in Frogtown right now. Getting me some tea. Then we plan to drive over to Liar’s Leap. Stories you know: we’re good at them.

bb:

But this is a nodal point. Let me look that up… nodal point.

—–

“I give you gold and you call it lead.”

Model T-Ford:

You are insane. Like an exercise machine.

—–

bb:

Carr., the new invader — it’s not connected to Model T-Ford? He comes in every color except black.

Carr.:

A rainbow is a color except black.

bb:

Well, who *is* the new invader, this new overmasculinized outside thing? A tank again? From Norubi?

Carr. (counting):

Well. We’ve had, um, Perch. Sorry… Shadow. That’s Perch’s cousin. I’m Perch now of course. So that solved that. Then the tank from Norubi. Now I’ve had a talk with the turtle who was actually responsible for the forest illusion and he’s apologized to me personally and I take that for a whole town. Who’s Perch?

bb:

Er, you are.

Carr.:

Correct. Just checking. Now back to the counting… So that’s 2. Then there was Carrcassonnee. Oh wait, that’s me. Tee hee. So mark that one off. Carrcassonnee didn’t invade Collagesity.

bb (flatly):

No.

Carr.:

Boxy Brown. Hey Boxy Brown? Did you invade Collagesity? (pause) Boxy can’t answer yes or no. See, you did imagine it.

bb:

I’m starting to think you’re the mad one.

Carr.:

No. Projection. That’s Kerch. Kerchal to you. Wrong forest.

bb:

You are saying this other virtual forest is mad and not your — our forest.

Carr.:

Correct.

—-

bb:

Carr., can you separate into the two parts you formerly were?

Carr.:

That’s enough [talk] for tonight.

“I’ve been called mad, Carrcassonnee. It was in jest, but… mad!”

Carr.:

HAR HAR HAR.

Boxy Brown:

Sasssyyy.