(2 hours later)
“Is it four yet?”
“It’s 10:15 father.”
“Then I have nothing more to say.”
“You’ve said enough!”
Category Archives: Rubi
Blood
(20 minutes later)
“Wrestler?” Space Ghost scratched his head and sank back into the couch. Green Acres was playing on TV. Baker Bloch had buckled up and paid for cable with the new move in. But he knows he’ll still enjoys the static channel every now and then.
“Yeah, they’re thinking about calling themselves The Mulholland Drives. You remember David Lynch.”
“Sure, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat.” Space Ghost was almost off the couch when Baker Bloch waved him back down beside him.
“No, *Lynch*. Not… anyway I talked about him all the time when I was a kid. ‘Straight Story’, ‘Mulholland Drive’, ‘Inland Empire’. And, oh, of course ‘Twin Peaks’. They’re remaking that up in the real world, dad.”
“The one with the dwarf?”
“Yeah, there’s a dwarf in it. Good. So you’re ready to eat?”
“Not yet. Let’s wait ’till four. Where’s your clock? Where’s Annie?”
“Annie the Clock?” Baker responds. “We threw her away in ’92 dad.”
“The one with the mirror. Blood.”
“Yeah I remember. We don’t like to talk about that, dad. Remember?”
“Hmmm.” Space Ghost shook his head. “So your girlfriend is a wrestler, eh? Not knocked up?”
“No dad. It really isn’t possible here.”
“Oh you don’t know much about *here* son. I was up in Farmington for a while, you know, up at the old continent.”
“You mean Sansara? We’re on one of the older continents now, father. Heterocera.”
“I just know it as the Old Continent. Anyway, there were pregnant women walking the streets all over the place. Babies popping out of them. So just be careful, son. Don’t get your girlfriend pregnant. You dodged a bullet this time.”
Baker exhales. “Anyway, I want to talk about something else with you now. Uncle Phil.”
“Uncle Phil?” Space Ghost looks blank. “Oh,” he said with a realization. “You mean Phil Heartthrob. He wasn’t your uncle. We just called him that around you kids. He was, er…”
“Yes?” Baker stared at his father.
“Let’s just say he was a friend of the family.” Space Ghost leaned away from Baker Bloch a bit, eyes squinched up meaningfully.”
“You said he was your twin. But he had facial surgery. Because of the accident. With the rodent.”
“Yeah, there was that.”
“*Was* he your twin?”
Space Ghost clasped his hands together and stared straight ahead. “Is it four yet?”
“Not quite yet father,” Baker Bloch responded, waiting.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Rubi
Return of Space Ghost
Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost shows up in Collagesity from the woods again. He stops in front of Gloomy Gus. “Helllooo? Son?”
He waits about a minute, then decides to try what he remembers as Baker Bloch’s other house in Collagesity: Home Orange just up the hill. *His* old home. As Space Ghost makes a (typical) wrong turn around the Hole in the Wall bar to get there, he becomes stuck in the 7th and namesake spire of the Castle of the 7th Spire, the same place that Carrcassonnee took her infamous Intense Shower and almost lost an eye as a result.
Unable to free himself, he manages to finally figure out how to text his offworld son after some effort. The message Baker Bloch received was, “Help! Stuck! Hurry!”.
—–
“Just teleport out; use your map,” Baker Bloch told his father after arriving on the scene several minutes later.
“I don’t know how to do that,” Space Ghost despondently replied, limbs still flailing.
“Okay, do you see the little logo that says *map* at the bottom of your screen? At the *bottom*. Or it could be on the left side, I suppose. Yeah, I’m looking at mine right now and it’s on the left side. But I believe I moved it there. So look at the bottom first.”
“I can’t find it. Is it next to where I keep my pillows and blankets?”
“Jesus,” Baker Bloch uttered, and tried to go inside the spire so that he could talk to his father face to face. But the phantom prim formerly used to access the shower had been made solid. Baker Bloch swears again with a dirtier word. The f-word.
“Now Son, I didn’t raise you to use profanity like that. Apologize to the heavens and then get me the heck out of here!”
“Heck is a cuss word too, Dad. It’s a euphemism for hell.”
“Shut up!” Space Ghost barked back. “I’m… I’m starting to lose my breath. I’m starting not to breathe!”
“Okay, don’t panic Dad. I have an idea. I”ll just remove the prim if I can’t get it open. But let me try to cut you loose first before I start destroying town relics.”
“Yeah, that worked. *There*! You’re free now old man. Just take a moment. Breath in… breath out. Can you do that with me?”
“Breath in,” Space Ghost repeats with an inhale. “And breath out,” he says and lets it all go in a big exhale.
“Do it again,” Baker Bloch says to his father.
Space Ghost repeats what he did before twice. “There, I think I’m alright Son. That was a close one! I almost saw your mother inside, meeting me at the Golden Gates.”
“Well you’re okay now. It will be some time before you join mom up there.”
“Not that long. What if you were offworld doing something that took your user away from the computer? I could have easily died! Anyone else here in this town now? Noone heard my calls for help.”
“We come in as we’re needed,” Baker answers. “Everyone is still here, they just pop in and out. Which brings us to my next question. What are *you* doing here? I haven’t seen you in ages!”
“I’m visiting you, you old fart,” his father answers. “Where’s that girl of yours? The other Baker. Baker Blood. No, that’s not it.” He shakes his head, trying to remember. Baker Bloch helps him out.
“Blinker. Baker Blinker. And she’s not my girl. I don’t have a girl. I don’t even have a you know what. I get that from your side.”
“Oh, that’s not what *I* heard,” Space Ghost insinuates back. “That’s why I’m here. I figured it was that other Baker you might have knocked up.”
“No, we’re not a couple, Dad,” Baker Bloch reinforces. “Where did you hear this?”
Night was falling on the Rubi Woods and mainland Second Life as a whole. There was a sudden chill in the air.
“Let’s get you up to Home Orange for some hot beverages. Come along; just follow me. You were going the wrong way up the hill to get there, by the way.”
“Shut up and take me home.”
“You had to go up the road. Remember the road? Remember the cannon? Cannon Road?”
“Not really.”
They reached the cannon at the other end of Cannon Road.
“Oh yeah, that old thing,” Space Ghost uttered as they came upon it. “I remember I had to blast aliens with it during the 7 Year Spending Spree War. Damn House of Lemons. Damn that child of theirs. All that trouble over a little kid.”
“The kid who was locked up in the same place you just got stuck in. Seems to mean something, Dad.”
Space Ghost became thoughtful as well. “You could be right Son. Let’s go inside and I’ll catch you up on where I’ve been. And you can catch me up with your do’ins. How’s that girl of yours? Baker something or another. Not Bloch obviously. That’s your name!”
Baker Bloch suddenly felt great sympathy for his father. “Just through that orange door there, Dad. You remember, right?”
“Home sweet home,” the old man said as he passed through the phantom door.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Rubi
Jorondip Again 01
Baker Bloch in an unremembered location surrounded by books. Our kind of place!
Bodega Bay still has some interesting things going on — like this Nautilus City themed house perched on a rocky ledge. Salazar Jack will not be forgotten.
The male Baker has decided that Home Orange is his true residence in Collagesity, not Gloomy Gus, the attic of the Norum College or anywhere else in town. This is a good decision, I feel, and will move his family forward in a positive manner.
Inside his home. He doesn’t plan a lot of remodeling, I don’t think. But perhaps he has things up his sleeve he’s not letting me in on. Because I’m writing this text several days after publishing the pictures, I at least know that he’s upped his cable subscription from free (static channel only) to basic (5 channels, including one he was really excited about that plays all 170 episodes of beloved 60’s sitcom Green Acres in a continual loop).
View from his 2nd floor study.
After messing about Home Orange a bit, he decides to teleport over to Jorondip again and see what’s new, if anything. And Jorondip, once more, didn’t disappoint. A *shape* had manifest right beside the centerspot of the sim since the family’s last visit several days back. More correctly, it was a sphere that turned into a cat which kept popping in and out of reality, seemingly. Obvious connections going on with Shroedinger’s famed quantum feline, then, although that association wasn’t intended by whoever placed it here in all likelihood. It is for the family’s eyes only, and now you, dear reader, once more.
In.
Out.
In — cat shaped locked in now.
Out.
In.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rubi, Sansara
Switch
Carr.:
Interesting place to sit. I have to crane my neck.
JL2:
Oh. Sorry. (John Lockfry 02 then sits in the chair in front of Carrcassonnee)
Carr.:
What’s up? I hear you talked to Spongeberg Resident of the 12×12. How’s he doing up there on that ridge? I’m sure he’s watching down on all the excitement happening in BoBylon. BoB or BoBylon?
JL2:
Both, I think.
Carr.:
Well tell me how this still happens?
JL2:
The switch?
Carr.:
Sure.
JL2:
I visit a place. I get a tingle. And then I’m out for a while, could be a small time could be a longer period, and then I return, usually at a different place.
Carr.:
And this is the wife?
JL2:
I’m still not sure of that.
Carr.:
But the wife, *your* wife, wants to be a wrestler. I might have even seen an advertisement on a wall somewhere. Wanderlust?
JL2:
I… I don’t think so.
Carr.:
And what of the 500 outfits? And 600 pairs of shoes? And 800 watches and [their] watch bands? Do you know what I’m knowing? Do you get what I’m seeing?
JL2:
I wish to watch the work you know as Carrcass-2 again. LINK I want to know more about Mulholland Drive. We think–
Carr.:
*I* think a bleedthrough has occurred, yes. The wife looks too much like the brunette in the film, the one who dyed her hair blonde. Actually I think she put on a wig? Anyway, the same thing has happened to your wife: a switch from brunette to blonde. And she *looks* like Rita from the synch and film. This is the mystery of Crabwoo. The 2002 crop circle is Crabwoo. It is also Jacob of LOST, or Jacobi I think we’re calling it[ here].
JL2:
Can I watch?
Carr.:
Sure. Let me load the right cartridge.
—–
Carr. (after they watch):
That’s the birth of my father Homer Simpson. He’s the first Plastic Man, the first toy avatar in effect. That was the hole that started it.
JL2:
Tron, eh?
Carr.:
Funny, eh?
JL2:
I suppose. I haven’t watched Tronesis, the true synch that the derivative movie and album are spawned from.
Carr.:
That’s a [correct] way to put it. (pause) Here.
JL2:
We know… sorry…
Carr.:
We know a similar thing will happen to Noel Fielding from Luxury Comedy… this entry into 3d reality. Another friend. Another father?
JL2:
Another hole at least.
Carr.:
Good point. You are acting too much like me.
JL2:
Am eye?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Rubi
Collagesity Updates
Tonight Baker Bloch was poking around the Castle of the 7th Spire after making some important updates to Collagesity as a whole.
“Hi Karl. Whatcha doing way up here in the air?” But Karl had no answer for Baker. He’d been hanging there for a long time.
Baker thinks the castle still has great potential as an art gallery or perhaps a town history museum.
And what’s the real story behind the skywalk that descends to the top of the castle, opens up in a glowy gap, and then reascends back to an upper plane? Hucka D. has also stated that the castle could be more the product of Lemon Lab than Linden Lab, going along with present research in BoB(ylon).
The corner of the House of True Lies remains missing after its separation from the rocket launcher that took Karoz and others to the Moon. Rumors have it that Karoz has used the launcher since then to travel to Mars, maybe further. A planet called Muff/Birmingham is involved in some variations.
But to the important changes — Collagesity, at least for now, has been basically restored to its former state before the exit of the Toxic Art Gallery about maybe a half year back. The “Art 10×10” with its 100 collages, minus the earliest 20 within the Greenup series, has returned to the virtual village. John Lockfry 02 saw it coming. Along with this, the SoSo Gallery has been deleted (redundant collages now), and House Orange has also come back to Collagesity, the at least former home of Baker Bloch and situated, as it was before, directly in front of the Toxic Art Gallery’s door.
I’ll just have Baker Bloch snap a photo of the arrangement…
Oh, and the Bodega market has returned, along with Karoz’s upstairs apt.
But right now we must join Baker Bloch and Carrcassonnee in her gazebo. The discussion has already started.
—–
(joined in progress)
BBloch:
A wrestler?
Carr.:
Wrestler.
BBloch:
Well, hmmm, that would explain the training facility John Lockfry 02 describes.
Carr.:
Yes, he knows that much. He’s studying the Intense Shower. Shouldn’t we all be? We were all involved.
BBloch:
Yes. I suppose so. What was it exactly?
Carr.:
To me it was just that — a shower. Intensely pleasing, but I got soap in my eye and couldn’t find my towel. It didn’t end well, me out in the woods without a stitch of clothing on for all to ogle.
(for the record, Carrcassonnee never wears any clothing)
BBloch:
But then the horrible rain itself has come to be described as the Intense Shower. The one that brought us David Bowie slash Bogota.
Carr.:
He was just passing through. He just wanted to show you he existed, he will continue to exist, and to simply encourage you a bit. The carrcasses and all. *My* carrcasses.
BBloch:
I can see that.
Carr.:
And to tell you a little about the mechanisms of death. Do you have any more questions about Dr. Mulholland? I think it’s pretty clear cut.
BBloch:
Is John Lockfry 02’s BoBylon research done already?
Carr.:
No.
(unjoined in progress)
—–
World of Collages hasn’t returned to Collagesity, however. Is there really a world of collages out there to discover? Mine seem different and separate from the others, in truth, and I think that’s partially because of the heavy analysis I do on them now. They are like captured bits of dreams. That angle won’t subside with future series, I don’t believe. There will always be series now. And there’s also the thing about using whatever images fit my style, not thinking too much about copyright barriers. That’s why I call my collages educational and noncommercial on this site.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, collages 2d, Heterocera, Rubi
Chat 03
BBloch:
No, I really did have another party to attend. Well, a party period.
Hucka D.:
We know what’s going on [behind the scenes]. We know of the evil twin. We know of BoBylon.
BBloch:
Of course. I already told you.
Carr.:
This was all set up[ I’m afraid]. Yes, it was to protect you Baker Bloch, and baker b. through you. The famous or infamous Collagesity collagist up there and down here. You almost told Riverpearl that you were both a real life artist and a Second life artist at once.
BBloch:
It’s Pearl. Just Pearl.
Carr.:
You had so much to say and ask but your fingers limited you. Well, it’s actually this place. Imagine a place where the discourse is so limited. You type and erase, trying to take in what was said several exchanges back. In the end you get little results. Are you even a member of the group you asked to join?
BBloch (checking):
I don’t think so.
Carr.:
You wanted to discuss BoBylon with someone. Nautilus mainland. You are in the heart of the fire now, Baker Bloch. How does it feel?
BBloch:
Pretty good, actually. Speaking for my evil twin.
Carr.:
Well, let’s see how close [he and Chad Ghostal are] (reading):
“Voiced by Brad Abelle, Chad Ghostal is Space Ghost’s evil twin brother, distinguished from Space Ghost in physical appearance only by a crudely drawn Van Dyke beard. He is a beatnik, with a love for jazz music and outdated beatnik slang, and is both extremely cool and evil.” Sounds a bit like Chester. Chester, can you dig it!?
Chester (breaking off talking to Lisa):
I can!
Carr. (continuing):
“He is also quite the ladies’ man.” Well, well, well. (Carr. eyes Baker Bloch, then continues) “Chad is first mentioned in the episode Jerk where he calls in to the show to tell Space Ghost he has escaped from the asylum and will be there shortly. Chad’s first appearance onscreen is in “Switcheroo”,[citation needed] where he uses his resemblance to Space Ghost to switch places with him…” blah blah blah. Blah blah blah, Chester!
Chester:
Blah blah blah!
Carr.:
And so you wanted to speak to another about BoBylon. On the mainland. Nautilus. Completed book. The pieces stitched together that are BoBylon. BoBylon. And this is where your collage series will start?
BBloch:
I don’t know. (looking around) Hucka D. must have flown off to get more toast. Oh, drat, I can’t say he flew off now… no wings.
Carr.:
Or buzzed off. We’ll miss out on so many of those jokes.
BBloch:
I wonder what he’ll eventually decide to become?
Carr.:
Well, we know he’s a woman now and that’s a start. Endless possibilities. AC and DC. Highway to Hell and back [in black?].
BBloch:
That sounds like[ something of] a closer, Carrcassonne. Gotta get up in an hour or two… working slob you know.
Carr.:
Slob for sure.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rubi, Yd Island
Chat 02
Carr.:
That really wasn’t necessary, Hucka Doobie. Now you’ve scared away Baker Bloch.
Hucka D.:
He had another party to attend.
Carr.:
Did he?
Hucka D.:
I suppose you know about the evil twin. Like Space Ghost had an evil twin. Brad wasn’t it? Let me check. I’ll have to go out of Second Life and come back in. I’ll make some toast for us while I’m there. *Toast* doesn’t change here. It’s always toasty time.
Carr.:
Suppose. What do you think of this whole BoBylon idea?
(but Hucka D. had already gone away. 3 hours later…)
Hucka D.:
I’m back. Wake up Carr. Psst. Wake up sleepy eye.
Carr. (rousing herself):
Oh hi Hucka Doobie. Where’s your… oh, I’m remembering now. You have declared yourself a bee-free zone. Yes, it’s all flooding back. Where’s the toast?
Hucka D.:
It was a metaphor.
Carr.:
So what now? Now that you’re not a bee?
Hucka D.:
When in BoBylon…
Carr.:
Have you met The Purse?
Hucka D.:
Really? Really, that’s what we’re going to call it?
Carr.:
Yes. Chester came up with it[the metaphor?] actually. Chester is wise in a pointy way, in that he went up to a peak, saw the past and future, and then came back down. It was all a race all around him. Zip zip.
Hucka D.:
I’ve put the [Chad] link in the post. I’m taking over for Baker Bloch. *You* asked me to. Remember?
Carr.:
Once more visions are faint. I know we have a Mulholland Dr. situation [going on]. This road to BoBylon. Where is it leading us? It’s so hot now. Imagine the temperature when we fully get there. What direction are we being led down to now? So hot.
Hucka D.:
It’s not Baker Bloch but his twin. We must conclude that BoBylon is hell. Correct?
Carr.:
Check.
Hucka D.:
Correct was named incorrectly. [It] should’ve been Comet.
Carr.:
That’s it! A well placed comet will take care of everything.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rubi, Yd Island
Chat 01
“Chester a permanent fixture in your gazebo here, Carrcassonnee?”
Carr.:
Yes. He is to remind you of reality. Real Life. The higher fiction.
bb;
The higher fiction. [I] like that, Carrcassonne.
Carr.:
Please. Call me Carr. It will save your fingers.
bb:
Ok Carr. I think you got mad at me one time when I shortened your name like that.
Carr.:
Must have been a bad day[ if so]. Maybe it’s that day I got soap in my eye after that wonderful shower and froze up in the woods, looking for a towel.
bb (nonplussed):
Maybe.
Carr.:
Lisa’s also a fixture. Aren’t you Lisa? Who’s a good girl? (answering herself) *I’m* a good girl. You see, I *am* Lisa. It’s not a ventriloquist act. (pause) But you have questions about Collagesity, about Second Life in general. My Second Lyfe.
bb:
Suppose so, but no new ones probably. Should I give up Collagesity in a week?
Carr. (after a short pause):
I would say yes except the answer is no. You know people visit now, even contribute to the town’s funds. And what are you doing with the funds?
bb:
Well…
Carr.:
You are spending them on something else.
bb:
Well, not really. I think people are contributing to help pay for the land tier. Everyone in Second Life knows it’s a little expensive to own even a 4096 or an 8192. An 8192 is a minimum base for one of my towns now. I’ve gotten it down to that. But on top of that I have a 768 rented from Markland where the Red Umbrella and Norum College are. If that goes — if I don’t pay rent in a week — then it’s all dominos, as the other [land pieces] fall one after another until only one remains.
Carr.:
Yes, one should remain.
bb:
And what of the 10×10 of 100 collages? It’s not even in Collagesity — hasn’t been there for 1/2 a year maybe. And the World of Collages, connecting Collagesity to the outer world of collages, let’s say, hasn’t been there for almost as long. If people visit Collagesity now, they don’t get the whole village. The Art 10×10 *should* be in Collagesity — it’s not really and fully Collagesity without it. And that gallery was very hard earned down through the years unlike, say, the most recent one — Boos — which formed quite quickly.
Carr.:
You’re ultimately wondering where Bogota[ the projected newest collage series] will take root. You’ve speculated BoB — [is it] still named that?
bb:
Yes. I think we should talk of BoB.
Carr.:
I heard you met another avatar for a change last night. Riverpearl?
bb:
Pearl Grey. She very nicely offered me a spot on her gallery wall in Quentin. She and some of her friends get together every so often and celebrate the wasteland. I mean, Mainland.
Carr.:
Waneland. (pause) So that brought up the new challenge… you go. Where’s Hucka D.?
bb:
I don’t know Carrcassonnee. Yes, does Collagesity live for another month or do I just pull the plug?
Carr.:
Getting back to BoB…
Hucka D.:
Hi! I was summoned.
Carr.:
Hi Hucka D.! Nice of you to buzz in.
Hucka D.:
Always with the bee jokes, hehe.
Carr.:
Har har.
bb:
Ho ho?
Carr.:
Back to the subject. Thanks for joining us Hucka.
Hucka D.:
Baker, could you move this thing further away from me? As Clare Fischer might say: “hovering!”.
bb:
Sure, hold on. So you know of Claire Fisher, Hucka D.?
Hucka D.:
The musician? Sure.
bb:
I think she’s an artist on the show. Well, in fact I know she’s an artist, because we’re watching it now.
Hucka D.:
I know. (pause) It’s still there.
bb:
Ok, I moved it over there so it — Chester — can talk to Lisa the Vegetarian, most likely about real life concerns. Isn’t that right, Carrcassonnee?
Carr.:
Isn’t what right? Reality?
Hucka D.:
Thank you. I enjoy spinach.
bb:
Is that relative?
Hucka D.:
Yes, in real life I relish spinach. I hate it down here in this hell hole.
Carr.:
I have a pistachio ice cream fetish up there. Here it just all melts before it gets to my mouth even. What *is* this place you’ve brought us to, Baker Bloch?
bb:
BoBylon?
Hucka D.:
I’m roasting. I’m going to take off these hot wings. (after checking) Well, it seems I can’t. What’s all that Space Ghost stuff doing in my avatar, Baker Bloch? I didn’t know I was part Space Ghost as well!
bb:
You’ve forgotten. *I’ve* forgotten. [8/3/16 note: *both* didn’t realize during the moment that they were looking at Baker Bloch’s outfit profile, not Hucka Doobie’s]
Hucka D.:
Simply roasting. See, my palms are wet. My hair is getting wet.
bb:
Why don’t you just come back when it cools off later tonight.
Hucka D.:
Night, day, what’s the difference here? And you wonder why I don’t show up much any more. Even the White Palace up there in purgatory can get a bit warm. You still hang up there without me?
bb:
No, it was just basically you and me there. Now I have Carrcassonnee to chat with. Down here.
Hucka D:
Ugh. So f’ing hot.
(then Hucka D. did the unthinkable)
Hucka D.:
I hereby declare myself *not* a bee any longer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0002, Heterocera, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rubi, Yd Island
Rent Due
Baker Bloch is out of money and his Linden stipend is 7 days away. This may not be good.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Heterocera, Rubi
Sunklands 