Category Archives: Rubi
00520211 (Rubi > Baederwood (appearing out of nowhere))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0211, Baederwood, Google Street View, Heterocera, Jeogeot, Pennsylvania, Rodentia 02, Rubi
00510414
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/02/12/22431/
“I’m opening Embarras 09 in a new window. We’ll begin tonight. We have an actual spine, or a metallic representation thereof within, alongside the spine of a book. And not any old book, but Sherwood Anderson’s ‘Winesburg, Ohio’. A metallic boy seems to look through the book at a woman with a man sitting in her lap in front of a cave. This is Odysseus. This is the cave of Calypso. On Calypso’s lap is Edward. E. Swift.”
Hucka D.:
Not your Edward but still your Edward. He represents the Great Rubi Forest through the Big Thicket of Camp Ruby. Lucky you. He is you established in Collagesity, Rubi style or Minoa style. He is *protection*. The boy attempts to look at the lady. Yet Edward is in the way. The lady is on a red rug. On the top part of the metal spine is the same cave, smaller in perspective, with a *blue* stream coming out of it. This is the opposition of red and blue, Russellian style. The blue and red face opposite ways in front of the cave. The blue stream from the cave seems to “pour” into the spine from the top. The spine is the same as the (spine of the) book.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0414, collages 2d, Heterocera, Mythopolis, Red Umbrella, Rubi, Wazob
00500616
I’m about to end 50 before she even starts 11 but that’s okay. 1-10 is a solid solid beginning, a whole block of novels as in a city, building up from 1 2 3 4 and now even 5, a topping square (wonder why they call them city blocks instead of squares?). Anyway, both being retired we have the rest of our second 1/2 lives to proceed forward with reading each other’s stuff, hopefully a long time both quantity-wise *and* quality-wise. Hand in hand. All along keeping in mind The End is not that but merely another beginning.
See you on the other side, reader!
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2026 EARLY”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0616, Heterocera, Rubi
00500601 (boo… scary)
You have done good, wife of mine (!). Now you are ready to begin 11. Just at your feet there. Go on…
… go on… It won’t hurt you.
“Won’t it?”
“No.” With The Straight recently disconnected from Utah through the filling in of the se corner of Our Second Lyfe’s Omega continent, I knew she had (probably) found her safety zone and was ready — okay — to proceed. I raise the terrain from my side to meet her, to show her I’m totally serial about this situation now.
I reset the whole thing by entering the door directly beneath the big Martian boo high — but not too high — in the New Island sky. Nawt Vaya Free State’s Boos here we come!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0601, Boos, Heterocera, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega, Rubi, The Straight, Utah
00480404
And so we begin at the end, 561 steps from. Walking down, we’ve returned to the ONE but with nowhere to go but back up.
“NEXT!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0404, Heterocera, Jeogeot, NWES Island, Rubi
00480307
He wanted that dress but his mama wouldn’t let him have it. This is Jemison after all, where a man is a man and a woman is a woman and neither the two shall mix. At least in the same person.
So later he went off and invented his *own* Jemison. A whole planet’s worth of it. Worth it? (500 million) Maybe.
But doesn’t its capital and largest metropolis look like my Collagesity from a distance? Kindof queer.
Collagesity Rubi, c. 2014
Now where’s that man-woman who started it all inside?
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0307, Alabama, Google Street View, Heterocera, Jemison, Rubi, Starfield
00440603 (Nomans Land)
Is that a *shoe* represented below Martha’s Vineyard’s left foot as pointed out by Gerald’s lap-dancing robot Chomp formerly Chop?
Hmm. Anyway, having successfully found the light inside the dark in the interior of the Badlands Grocery Store in Interior, Fern Stalin and Billy Clockwork decide to visit 4 Buttes while they’re up in the real world, since it’s just a hop and a skip away from them over the South Dakota line in Montana. Or so they thought. But what they viewed when they got there 7 hours and 47 minutes later surprised them (again!) and made the much longer than expected trip kind of all worthwhile. The buttes didn’t appear pointy at all now like in the photos from section 02, seemingly worn down by the erosions of time. “Something’s flat, something’s off,” Fern free associated beside the rental truck while staring, thinking of soda and fizz and the lack thereof.
After taking the last draw off her old soda in hand, Fern decides that they missed something in South Dakota which caused this alternate 4 Buttes to, er, arise. “Wall,” she said intuitively to her clockwork traveling companion. “Something about Wall.” Billy knew Fern was talking about the original Real Life town they teleported into from Our Second Life (thanks Mistress!) before making their way across the the heart of the Badlands to Interior. “Maybe something to do with the famous tourist trap drug store there also named Wall,” she continued in this vein, thinking back to their visit to it through her photographic memory. “Maybe…”
“Got it! A postcard I saw there. 420, Billy — seating capacity for the drug store’s cafe on the postcard but so much more. That’s what we’re looking for. Something at or about 420.” And another welcome sign, she also soon gleaned.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0603, Heterocera, Massachusetts, Montana, Rubi, South Dakota
00430604
“I first saw what Mmmmmm Grassy Knoll later verified as some kind of Tiler in the slums of Kabusie, Green being his nature through his mask. He was posed in front of a red green yellow blue shack appropriately enough that we’ll also see around the fringes of the city: the Badlands, the Oil Fields, etc.
“Just afterward I spied him conversing with another Greenie on a nearby bench, solidifying the connection. Green tiles too, you’ll notice.
“Then to up the ante and finish the deal we shortly run across *3* identical, different Greenies (with brown shirts) meeting in the middle of a busy Kabusie street next to the roundabout Grassy also cited. Green tiles on either side of the street there too.
“So bringing back Washington state into the picture like with Kabusie, I have decided this is actually about the Green, the White, the Black,” Fern Stalin summarized at the Yalta Bar and Grill in Castle Town to her pal Lichen Roosevelt, with no Churchill still to be found. She’s talking about 3 central Washington rivers now, and how their histories intersect toward the beginning of the last century. “Green use to be White up to Black,” she started in this vein. “Then in 1906 the course of White changed after a land altering flood and Green no longer flowed into it just above a town called Auburn. Instead Green became its own entity, separate from White, up to Black about 10 miles north, which is the Black River. Then in 1916 things changed again with the opening of (Seattle’s) Lake Washington Ship Canal, an event that lowered the level of the namesake lake by 9 feet, thereby drying up former outlet Black as its water flowed instead toward Puget Bay. Thus Black no longer flowed into Green. Disconnection in that direction too. Follow me?”
“Disconnection… of both Black… *and* White… to Green?”
“Very good, Lichen. You’ve been studying your soils again. And that started… what?”
“The war,” she said confidently.
“The war to end all wars. Green vs. Gray — or Grey with an e, either one — depending on which side you want to emerge on top or maybe depending on which side of the ocean you’re on, British or American. Like Diablo and Draco. Trouble is, it never ends itself. Ouroboros. ‘Nother one. And Old Mabel’s Little Big got sucked into all that when Mars entered the fray, as was inevitable.
“Gray is Black and White together,” Lichen continued to grasp and grapple with Fern’s concepts. “Therefore, Gray is separate — disconnected — from Green. Therefore… um.”
“We must bring in the Indians to continue,” offered Fern. “Where Black and White historically intersect at what they called the Inside Place — pre-1906. True Gray. Or Grey with an e. We must go there next. Find the within spot, the still one. I just hope it’s there still,” she tried to joke. Lichen didn’t crack a smile. She’d figured out something while Fern attempted jest, perhaps a transfer of talents in the moment. Sages. They had to look for sages. Little and Big Soos, hard to differentiate from each other at the source. She excitedly told Fern this, which led to the uncovering of these old pictures from photo-novel 3. The expression “wow” comes to mind (!), since the name here is from a SIXMILE tributary of Washington state’s Green River near Auburn called Soos and not the Gravity Falls character.
Keep in mind that Mabel’s name also originates in this TV show. Along with her twin brother Little Big’s.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0043, 0604, C2077, Castle Town+, Heterocera, Kabusie, MARS, NIGHTSITY, Omega, Rubi, Washington
00420306
*Interesting*. Part of Mary Ball’s Epping Woods remains over near VHC City on the Heterocera continent, although the Killing Shack there where vampire Pitch Darkly and his partner in crime and fellow vampire Buster Damm took their victims for blood sacrifices is gone. I guess that would go along with it reappearing at the bottom of a lake over on Bellissaria. And Pepper and her gallery of abstract sculptures is there too (as I wrote that, I sneezed). Hard to forget her. She’s the one who drove Pitch (and Buster) away from VHC City in the first place, back back back to Collagesity also on the same continent at that time but many sims away to the south (Rubi Woods). We’re talking about storied lands here and tales that are approaching decades in length. Tales of banishment and at least partial redemption.
Nearby: The Void swallows.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0306, Heterocera, Rubi, VHC City
Man Square revisited
“Superman!” she remembered to correct about the vision from photo-novels past inspired by her writing. “Apeman and Superman on either side. And then Tinsman, like in ‘The Wizard of Oz’.”
“Interesting,” Serenity said to this, having been an L. Frank Baum and Judy Garland fan for years. She liked the ruby slippers.
“And then… can’t quite make out the last. Anyway, the *4th* we’ll call this man. *Imaginary*”, she recalled. “An imaginary man. Not real.”
“Virtual?” Serenity tried to guess.
“No, nothing like that. Something incomplete.” She put her finger to lip and started to think even deeper. I believe she may have even fallen asleep on the spot, perhaps from lack of nutrition. Yes, let’s go with that.
She had a dream where she was the sponge, the little square being from that television show. Bahahaha! she heard coming out of his mouth. He didn’t understand the square before him at all the Tinsman beside it was explaining, even if he was the same. Other shapes would have to be pulled in.
She woke up beside Serenity in the bed. Had she been drugged instead?
“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. Shelley who?” she attempted to joke once more, and rolled a bit of Marsha’s pumpkin blonde hair around her little finger in a loving gesture that perhaps Brown within would appreciate most of all.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0307, Bellisaria, Heterocera, Rubi, Sandfly