“Sorry I’m late.”
Just in the nick of time.
“You don’t know it (*grunt*), but I’m helping you, artist of mine, from the Great Beyond (*grunt grunt grunt*). Hang in there (PANT PANT) Old Wheeler!”
Category Archives: Nawt Vaya+
00500511 (through the trees)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0511, Boos, Canada, Canada/Tungaska, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Pennsylvania
00500510 (Pansy update)
Another Bigfoot spotted in not the US but Canada now, on Saskatchewan Avenue in Tugaske in Saskatchewan. Saskatchewatch, then! (Sasquatch + Saskatchewan) Or, better, Saskwatch, thinking of the abbreviation of the province’s name. I’ll recheck this area more later…
But first: the same town pictured in Boos again, as in gallery, as in Nawt Vaya Free State bordering the Nawt Vaya Sea in the western part of the Jeogeot continent of Our Second Lyfe. 3rd floor. Attempted vandalism of the art within, just like at the gallery formerly known as Concrete down by the sea in Cement Village. I suppose Boos is a part of Cement Village too since the front door opens in that direction (I’ll work on it). Is this the same vandal dressed in a hazmat suit now like he’s preparing for a journey inside the vast bounds of a Back Rooms situation? And what of the anime looking girl beside him. Accomplice? Turns out she’s merely working through him, as in a prop. Controller, then. That way the blame can theoretically be taken off her if needed. She’s only walking up to the vandal, wondering what he’s doing. Is this the artist of the work himself, here to make some late game changes or spiff ups? That kind of defense.
“Uh oh, keystone cops coming, Mortimer. We better switch over to our act. A-HEM. I SAID. What are you doing to this piece of ART here? Are you the ARTIST?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0510, Back Rooms, Boos, Canada, Canada/Tungaska, Cement Village, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500509 (… from Mars)
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“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0509, Boos, Canada, Canada/Tungaska, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
00500508
A new gallery has been opened up in my Nawt Vaya Free State along the shores of the same named inland body of water: Boos, essentially a duplicate of what once existed in Collagesity. The precise location is behind Cement Village with its own gallery of Concrete containing the entire Bogota series of collages (2016-2026), just like the Boos gallery contains the whole of the Boos series coming immediately before it (2015).
Understanding that the entrance to both galleries is in the same spot, I decided to combine the two into one for advertising purposes and call it Boos-gota, a portmanteau (like lukfast). Below, Karl turns around in this spot to look up at the signs of each.
To make room for the Boos gallery, I had to delete Starbuccaneers formerly in this location. Oh well, hadn’t used it for much at all anyhoot.
And Philip and Nada’s small house behind it now has its nice view down to the Nawt Vaya Sea blocked to their consternation. To add salt to the wound, Newt/Baker decided to also delete their nice bed to save more prims/li for skybox experiments due to Boos increased use of those in comparison with the deleted coffee shop.
“F-ing gallery,” spews Philip, thinking more of the view.
“Amen to that,” reiterates Nada, thinking more of the bed.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0508, Boos, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Starbuccaneers
00500507 (trying again (“The Martian”))
“Dangit! A gallery this time??”
Second Lyfe terrain over there in the corner, he spotted. Second Lyfe terrain highlighted in the picture above it, he also noticed (“12 Pound Mouse Mound”). He was quick like that. Terrain attracts terrain? he thought crazily. But turns out he wasn’t that far off. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0507, Boos, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
00500504 (as a man, as a woman)
“There! That’s what was on the map above where I went. Boos! Not booze as in alcohol. Something different. A creature!”
“This exact creature,” I tried to clarify. “White not black.”
“White not black,” he said. “Open mouth. Ready to attack, it seemed. Or swallow.” And swallow it did, he realized.
“How did it start?” I asked perfunctorily, as I had to. Still reading the script, you see. In the past.
“With the body. I found myself… climbing up a body. Skin to begin. Then more as I continued, inevitably ending up… at the end. Metal; a pipe, a long dark pipe about yea high to me in my state at the time.” He was raising his hand above his head as far as he could.
“Iowa?” I jested.
“Pipewold!” he said, staring at me, as if I wasn’t taking him seriously enough. I thought of Newt/Baker here. This is something (nonsensical) that Newt/Baker would say to ease the tension, add in a bit of levity. I was becoming him, I realized. Losing the body myself. This was my exploration as well as Karl’s. I had to find a new one. Or else… back to the Concrete indicated grave I came from.
“The pipe, the entrance, represents the end of the seen and the beginning of the unseen,” I continued philosophically. “Neptune,” I put it in a word. “Neptune is in there. Beyond the Mars where you began and the Uranus where you entered. Did you find Neptune beyond the Mars, Karl? Did you?”
He wasn’t sure (!).
Later on — in the present I suppose — I found out that, yes indeed, he went back to Iowa once more. Through the back door as it were, Alpha switching places with Omega. White to Black again. Amazing synchronicity!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0504, Cement Village, Iowa, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS
00500409 (… the purse yellow)
Before entering the tiny key shop off Silverton Street in Cement Village in Nawt Vaya Free State located along the shores of Jeogeot’s largest inland body of water also named Nawt Vaya, she checked ONE LAST TIME in her yellow purse for that gall blasted car key she lost going on 2 weeks ago. STOP
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We waited and waited within for the arm to start moving again, either continuing the search or giving up, didn’t matter. No luck. Looks like we’re stuck again, red arrow pointed downward. Let’s switch back over to Carroll County MD, then. Maybe that will help unglue us from this newest sticking spot. Maybe Maybe Mayberry! Mount Airy, Taylorsville, so on…
… but first and more in the moment, the unincorporated community of Detour to their west, with Keysville immediately to its north and Keymar immediately to its east, indicating KEY. Time machine still there at its center like I posted about in photo-novel 34 back in September 2022. Might be the solution.
I ring up Daniel Day posing in front of the twinned pictures of Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters and Roger “Syd” Barrett in his trailer’s living room, just like Shelley did before. “We have a new assignment for you.” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0409, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Key Shop, Maryland, Mayberry, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500407 (Green Goo)
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“So we *finally* found it, Brother Gabby,” he said, looking up at the numbers on the side of Frank’s castle. “The answer to everything!” Then fellow bike rider and pilgrim Gabby proceeded to gab on for about 50 minutes about how Brother Amos was so right in this initial observation.
Non-illuminated zero? Add that in too.
Now to the top…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0407, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, GTA old, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500315
“There he is. Horace the drummer, just like Noodle, er, Shelley said. And, aww, he’s depressed a lot of the time. Poor guy.”
“This must be before he grew his mustache,” offered Daniel from the side, still chipping in when he can. “Or maybe he’s already shaved it off here.”
“Depression will do that to you,” I said back. “Make you change your appearance thinking that’ll help your mood. Usually doesn’t. Only a passion for the essence of life again will heal those wounds. Got it!” I suddenly realized, figurative head bulb lighting up. “Something happened to his band!”
“And he can’t release those pent up emotions, hmm.” Daniel studies the illustration again. “He’s trying to think of sunnier times. Through the meditation. But the depression is major in scale — overwhelming.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0315, Critterville, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500214 (Father Fecked’s is just candy)
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“It really is wonderful, Baker B. Can I call you Baker? Sir?”
“Sure. *Daniel* (smile). But what do you think of (the) Bill Hicks (stuff)?”
“Nice.” Then Daniel said what was on his mind since about 1/2way through the sync called “Father Fred.” “Soo, all this castle we’re sitting in now, this Howl’s Moving Castle, is about teaching your 4 old library friends a lesson?”
“Noo,” Baker began his defense. “It’s about *communication*. Stuff we couldn’t have in real life. A *nexus*.”
“Nexus, eh?”
“Nexus,” Baker reinforced. Had to watch his temper. What was so hard to understand about all this? he thought. Frank’s Moving Castle equals Howl’s Moving Castle equals “Frank’s Moving Mtn.” when combined with Zappa’s “Billy the Mountain” rock opera. Simple as pie.
“Soo…” Daniel rubs his forehead. It had been a long day. First working in the morning, then this at noon, then back to work at the studio in the afternoon. Baker was lonely, he gathered, had no one else to watch this stuff with, except the wife and their mutual best friend Kammie, he said. Thus me — here. And the whole Zappa thing. And now: Bill Hicks. The endpoint. It was brilliant, he knew. But he couldn’t say this directly to the man pacing back and forth in front of him. Had to put on a *front*. “I think I like ‘Peewee Big’ better. You *did* ask me to be candid with you,” he said, gauging the expression forming on Baker’s always sensitive face. But all that registered was acceptance.
“Of course. ‘Peewee Big’ is the peak of it all — in a way. But each one is very different, each has its own merits, its own place in the spectrum that is the process.” Baker had to curb his tongue here. He could speak for days about this. He couldn’t place himself in Daniel’s shoes, understand that he too was trying to develop his own creativity. He was 20 years younger than Baker, though. Hadn’t had time to refine the process like his friend, his co-worker had. He was being overshadowed. And the crack about his writing the other week (!). Still pisses him off when he thinks about it. Yeah, *I’m* a creator too, just like you Baker, he’s said to himself numerous times since then. And I can do several things as well. Writing… art. Just like *you*.
“Great. We agree.” Daniel looks around the castle’s living room. Father Fecked was here too, just like in the sync. Amazing.
“Well, I guess I better get back to Cedar Creek. Got a sculpture to finish this afternoon.” But, typical, Baker didn’t ask about any details on *that*. Hmph. Ego. Can’t see beyond his own nose, Daniel thought here. I’ll be glad to blow this place. And he can’t smoke here either, another disadvantage. Too much wood in the structure to take a chance, Baker explained to him when he asked. Must… have… cigarette, PHEH.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0214, Carrcass+02, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
