“Thought I’d come chat with you a bit tonight, Carrcassonnee. How’s it going?”
Carr.:
Good, good. I am pleased.
bb:
With the town?
Carr.:
Yes. And the collages. They make me warm. They warm the old bones and eye. Next you must move in [other] avatars. I hear Bracket Jupiter wishes to be resurrected again. Move him into his old apartment. Cousin Pinhead even rang me up last night wanting to return. Of course he can’t.
bb:
No. You have the eye now.
Carr.:
Exactly. I am not next to the forest but I cannot get up and move about to enjoy it. Not yet. So for now I am happy here in my temple. People can come see me. Send Bracket in when he manifests. How about that other one, the colorful one with the sleeky walk.
bb:
I can’t remember his name! Hold on…
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Of course: *Spongeberg*. How could I forget that.
Carr.:
I forgot it too! Do do!
bb:
You shouldn’t cuss like that, Carr. I’m recording all this for the blog.
Carr.:
My blog?
bb:
Um, let’s say yes. Yes, of course it’s your blog.
Carr.:
My city, my blog.
bb:
Of course. (pause) I’d like to find a book called the “8×5”.
Carr.:
I thought you already wrote it.
bb:
Well… in a way, I suppose. A more detailed book.
Carr.:
Doesn’t have to be thick. What you mean is that you’d like to re-examine the forest. Let’s take a look… let’s begin at the cannon. What did the cannon protect from? I’ll supply the pictures this time…
I’m going to fire it. Cover your ears!
bb:
It just gets stuck in that tree. I watched it all from my home, my Home Orange.
Carr.:
I heard your father Space Ghost is already back in town. He came to visit me night before last, actually, but I was sound asleep. The fire was out and he didn’t notice. Wait… I haven’t invented fire yet. Go examine the line of trees. That’s the important thing. That’s the beginning, now, of your “8×5”. My “8×5”. Because what’s yours is mine.
bb:
Okay. Yeah, dear old dad came to visit me the other night too. We sat and watched the static channel for a while. Dad complained that I should up my cable package to include real channels. I told him I like static.
Carr.:
Tennessee. And Kentucky. What else did Space Ghost say? Did he mention me? How did he get out of Sunklands? Did you really send him there to get him out of harm’s way so that you could cause the earthquake in the town and win the election for major?
bb:
Mayor.
Carr.:
You caused a landslide and then won by a landslide.
bb:
Yeah, it was just one of those coincidences. And then I died. Remember?
Carr.:
I brought you back (!). Nothing dies or even lives in my town without my approval. How about Karoz Blogger? Surely Karoz will return. But I see that he’s contributed 50 lindens to the town fund already.
bb:
Yeah, but I gave it to him. He just gave it back to me.
Carr.:
To *me.*
bb:
But let me go examine that line of trees now.
Carr.:
Sure.
bb:
While you’re waiting here’s a pic of me and old dad on the couch watching tv and chatting.
Actually he took that one himself. He respects canes now. Good thing I removed the busker Tom Wilmot from town.
Carr.:
That really his name? (adjusting) He is named that for real?
bb:
I don’t know. Maybe. Here’s my pictures. Or maybe its dad’s again.
Carr.:
That’s sweet. Reminds me when Perch and I use to date. Before I ate him.
bb:
Cool. Dad said he’s going to stick around, but then I can’t find him today. Maybe he wandered off into the woods.
Carr.:
He still has powers. He’s not quite like Spongeberg’s Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.
bb:
Um, that’s Spongebob.
Carr.:
Yeah. Yes. Yep.
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Baker Bloch finally gets away from chatty Carrcassonnee to examine the line of trees…
The fused tree. Interesting (still).
Right on the line.
Sunklands 