There’s someone fairer, e’en got more art
So rest in pieces, ’cause you’s got to depart
I’ll miss you more than you can ‘magine
I’ll miss the woods
I’ll miss my home
I see’s it!
A way out.
Not stuck any more.
“I think I’ve lost my way, sir,” addressed Casey the Alien to serviceman Bill Pill. “Can you help me get back home?”
“First hall to the right, first door on the left,” Bill offered without needing further details. He’d seen all this before.
“I’ve lost my way, sir,” Bill repeated to the person opposite him, who was also the same as him. “I need to find my way back home.”
The other Casey leaned forward, staring straight ahead with black, smoldering coals for eyes. “I don’t *need* anything.” He kept staring until the other acquiesced.
“Neither… do I,” the Casey on this side then spoke. He was home.
Casey One Hole waits in his chair for the actual visitor today. A woman named Ruby. Something about a prison breakout. And cherry tarts.
The other prisoners wait patiently as well.
Chip Westerhouse was the first guard posted at the newly built and still unoccupied women’s addition to the Cheri State Military Prison prison bordering Linden protected Xilted. His assignment required he not move from his post…
… but he did have this great view to contemplate while standing still for so long.
Supergal Flo looked on from afar, wondering how many alternate realities she’d have to manipulate in order to stay out of that hideous place for any length of time.
Interesting. I forgot that I had already compared the stories of Wappo Jack and Jesus of Nazareth in this August 2014 Collagesity related post called “Numerologists’ 04”, specifically bringing up Jesus’ missing “middle story.” It’s like a game of golf where you tee up on a par 5 and drive the ball but always then find yourself on the green putting. There’s no middle game (ironing).
In that post it’s also elucidated that W. Jack may have a particular fascination with Carrcassonnee, at least in her giant form (to match his own giant form). But I also speculated the fixation could be rooted in jealousy.
At any rate, we now know that *Baby* Wappo Jack is the product of a pink eyed Grey-like alien and a screaming or laughing woman — actually I think it’s a laughing woman — who appears to have curlers in her hair and not pink eyes per se, but still a pink swath of color running across both at once. Baby Wappo seems to take after his mom a little more than his father, even having the same blue-green colored eyes. But at the same time, his pink color might be a tad closer in shade to that of dear old dad’s hot pink. Taking it all in, there’s little doubt that he’s their Kidd.
I’m also recalling in looking at posts from my old blog that Wappo Jack use to hover, Christ-like if you will, above Pietmond for a while in late 2011 and perhaps into early 2012.
What goes around, comes around, I suppose. I purchased both big and little versions of Wappo Jack at the Cheosan Building located in, logically enough, the Cheosan sim of the Jeogeot continent. Both are the creation of Zerozoxx Binder. As Baker Bloch is checking as I write, Zerozoxx’s strangely cool Cheosan Building is still standing in that sim.
I found the ordinary sized Wappo Jack from Outer Space within and bought a couple of extra copies while I was there.
But I couldn’t locate Big Wappo Jack until I went back outside and looked up. There you are! Bought some more of him too: 15 Lindens apiece.
To finish off the story about the Cheosan Building, I also included a picture of it in the now retired “Jeogeot Through Art & Word” exhibit, paired there with a picture of another odd building that use to exist in that same sim: The Gallery Shaped Like a Woman by long time SL resident and artist Earl Dinkin.
More twinning: 2 unusual galleries from the same sim of Cheosan, although no relationship between the two that I know of. To the left we have “The Gallery Shaped Like a Woman” masterminded by Earl Dinkins. To the right is the plainly named Cheosan Building, which is not plain atall within or without.
And I also should clarify here that Wappo Jack isn’t really dead now, and wasn’t sent to hell by the Big Man Upstairs for impersonating his son Jesus in a most improper way. Actually, Jesus of Nazareth now realizes something very very important about he and Jack through the synchronicity of their similar size in largest Mystenopolis scale. He thinks that he and Jack… well, I better save that controversial topic for another post. Soon!