https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqg0HVr7Q-A&list=PLHzy4id4jfCqTLvHkBLbvHzO_6ssdvoMg&index=3&t=204s
“Hucka! Why didn’t you tell us you were a star back in the day??”
“Hucka?”
Category Archives: **VIRTUAL SL
00510412 (lost)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0412, Frank's Moving Castle, HANA LEI, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00510409 (now)
“Status report, Wheeler,” says team captain Baker Bloch. “Where is the cat now?”
“Well,” says Wheeler to his left, breaking away from staring at herself in a black mirror long enough to glance behind him at the screen. “Looks like she’s here.” Then back to the mirror.
Baker doesn’t need to turn and look behind. His eyes are Wheeler’s and visa versa. Same with Newt on the other side of Baker here. The great triumvirate of Self, kind of like Me, Myself and I.
Grassy Noll sitting opposite them in the scene remains a hot red square of anger. What about me me ME? he fumes.
And where is (blog guru) Hucka Doobie in all this, sort of the original AI? Me too? Obviously, I answer myself. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0409, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Planet Q
00510408 (no internal)
“Why are you both Frank and Daisy and Newt and Wheeler?”
“I am all males and all females at once. This is the only game I checked that you can do that.”
“Do what?”
“Log in 2 players at once. It allows me to much more easily role play for the blog and attached photo-novels. I do not have and do not need an outside partner in order for it all to work. I have no helper, and never did in the game of Our Second Lyfe. My only aids are the world around me as a whole. I can (also) use characters from Grand Theft Auto, Cyberpunk 2077, Witcher, and Red Dead Redemption and they need know nothing about it. They are just empty associates, devoid of soul except what I create for them. I am actually the only one here. My own little kingdom.”
“As the castle you both inhabit, the two sides of you as Frank and Daisy who are also Newt and Wheeler as you’ve reassured me, I only keep my eyes peeled outward instead of inward per your fiction.”
“Good. This castle is complicated. It houses other beings. Father Fecked is still in the downstairs bedroom I fixed up. Philip keeps popping in and out, mainly to play his High Speed pinball. Sometimes I am down there playing the piano just across from him. Daisy (Moments) piano — wasn’t planned that way, though. On it, I play songs about her. Fitting. Chromagraphs.”
“Chromagraphs?” It was a new subject — could he or she handle it? Of course!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0408, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00510407
“I *know* you,” I said when seeing her inside the Secret Door.”
“Of course you know me,” she said in my mind if not my body. “Center.”
“Center,” I echoed in the chamber. Significant pause.
“You left me in the dark. To fend for myself. I was… waiting for you.”
I couldn’t figure out how to answer this. I considered that I didn’t know who I was talking to after all.”
“I came as soon as I could,” I explained. “Fiction is more synthesis than analysis. You can’t look forward and backwards at the same time.”
“Can’t you?” she countered
We were in a lighted area now, but the eyes inside the black faced head remained her own.
She was showing me Center again. Where it all began. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0407, New Island
00510316 (St. Catty)
Long long ago, in a different planetary system altogether, Tamala was tied to the owl’s head cross and hoisted to the highest building of Hate City, Planet Q for all to witness, her heart glasses removed, her eyes sown shut in effect. Life snuffed out
Sacrifice to the aberrant powers of an extraterrestrial cult in order to be reborn again and again in commercial displays over the next hundred years. The ritual reached a crescendo with the alignment of the stars. Orion power ON.
You will find her, in a basement. In a basement…
00510314 (Blue Mountain)
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/bestselling-author-hugh-h_b_9538676
Within a year of feeling that (imagining my books really getting out there), WOOL started taking off. Now, I don’t want to make it sound like it all came so easy. The years I spent writing with a day job were brutal. I lived in the mountains, and the mornings were cold in our tiny home, but I forced myself up before dawn, trudged to campus in the snow, sat in a chair up in the whisper section of the university library, and wrote until I went to work. Then I wrote on my lunch break… And then I wrote at night and on the weekends. I managed 2-3 novels a year for those three years, and it was brutal. But I loved what I was writing. It was 20 years of frustration pouring out of me.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0314, Blue Mountain, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00510313 (Leeman = Adrian)
https://www.newisland.net/2016/02/65-michelle.html
“So when Michell arrives in Hazel, that just means Alan woke up in Michigan City, Michelle jiggling his shoulder, for example. Michelle didn’t come to New Island. This is more realistic and I think more correct. We can continue in this direction. What did Alan do after he woke up? Did he even remember much about the New Island dream just completed? Perhaps it was a rainy day, just like the day Michelle arrived in Hazel. Or maybe it was sunny in contrast. And what of Mid-Hazel, the witch from the old New Island. Is she the same as Roselin?”
“Yes. I think so, yes,” spoke Leeman, still working on his “Woman in Red” painting. But he’d changed the title to “Woman in Red Rain”. Was this Michelle? TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0313, Illinois, Indiana, New Island, Newer Island
00510311 (center (old is better?))
“Black men. Taken advantage of. Slaves again, even. Do you want that? Will you follow her… all the way to the grave? These are the things you should be asking, Frank Lynn. As I asked them before.” He waved his arms all around. “We’re in a prison, a white prison, a white *man’s* prison. Mikie and Philip Strevor on either side of you are equally to blame. Good you killed Mikie, good you killed Strevor in that other possible ending. Leaving only me, and you. And, yeah, Nick Barkley (the Eastern European). One for each of the last 3 main versions of the game.”
“Void, huh?” Frank Lynn says, scratching his head but avoiding the temptation to scratch somewhere else. Don’t want to go down that road.
“Beyond,” Karl clarifies. “Worse than anything you can imagine.” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0311, HANA LEI
00510309 (on the beach)
“You just don’t remember (the meeting), Franklin. Just like you don’t remember the mid-life crisis, my obsession with Uranus and those yoga poses, 1st at my house then up on top of Mt. Gordo with all the mountain lions. Remember? I always had to take a shotgun up there to ward them off. Couldn’t do my yoga in peace. That’s all I wanted anyway. And finally, after long long hours of work, I did. I reached 96.725, as high as I could go without killing either you or Trevor. I didn’t want to make that choice. I didn’t have it in me. So you took mine instead, Franklin. Do you remember?” He pointed to his head that was suddenly revealed to be cartoonishly flat on top; aftermath of a great fall. “This ring a bell? Because it certainly did mine, ha ha ha. Seriously… it *hurt*.”
“Golden helix?” he muttered when awakening beside fiancee Daisy Flathead on the highest inhabitable level of his castle. He recalls!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0309, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00510307 (MapS)
“It’s all there in Washington’s green, white, black.” She starts reading from left to right. “Meteor, Stranger Creek, Impach, Inchelium which stands for Ichelus… and then across the lake we have another Stranger Creek unconnected to the first and an ‘Edendale (historical)’ to end, just like Silver Lake use to be named Edendale back in its silent film days. Black and white again.”
It was actually the 3rd Stranger Creek in the area that did the trick for me, disconnected even from all the rest. 3 Stranger Creeks all lined up across the upper west part of the state with completely separate flows (east west east). What could this mean? And the presence of an historic Edendale along the lake was certainly queer too. Gifford… yes Gifford, mouth of Middle Stranger. The place of escape. New Island turns into Old Island, er, New Island becomes *Newer* Island. Yes, that’s better. Another place of separation.
After a while I went back to my bunk and picked up the pen.
Now I’m living with a family named MacEvoy in a place called Gifford. It’s a tribe, not a town (long story). My friend Jamie brought me here after I was
caught by the Russiansfound on the beach. I almost drowned, but when I woke up I saw lemurs!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0307, California, New Island, Newer Island, Omega, Planet Q, Washington
