I just didn’t seem to fit in here with my bike and all. It was a hell of a bike, though. Got me through Gormania. Mystery Shack.
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“Did you know I have a hole in my back, Jeffrey? Do you even notice these things?”
“Let’s not argue tonight, Charlene.”
Pause. “Anyway, I guess coming here gave me an excuse to wear that hot pink dress I haven’t worn since, oh well, I suppose since I walked under that marquee in Picturetown and then glanced down the alley at skateboarding Bart Smipson. The bastard.”
“Now now, Charlene. He’s just a kid, a ragamuffin of the streets.” Smaller pause. “Plus, he’s probably dead. We’ll find out soon. Because of the next place we have to visit. Fern’s already been there. Which means you will be there. Eventually.”
“Pheh.” Charlene the Punk reached behind her shoulder and felt the hole in her back, suddenly becoming self conscious of it. She then drew her attention forward again. “And who’s this suppose to be? Me in the past I suppose — presume.”
“That’s the idea. Felicia Mae Appletree, but not the Smipsons teacher, the one who would have taught Bart most likely.”
“Instead, the child, the daughter. Maebaleia tattoo already on her back — she’s too young for that.”
“I have a tattoo of a *hole* on my back,” Charlene complained. “I don’t want to hear about some itty bitty upper back tattoo.”
“Central back.” He had walked behind the bar and checked. That’s how he knew where they needed to head next. Fern must have planted the idea in the young Charlene’s head. If this is Charlene, and it appears it is so.
“Does she *talk*?” Charlene the Punk says exasperatedly, about ready to leave if some kind of music doesn’t start soon. And no Residents this time or she’s outta here real real quick. She’s already told Jeffrey that, who assured her that’s it’s only Pink Floyd music offered here. She checks to see where his hands and fingers are, though, and notices that some remain hidden either in darkness or in clothes. She will not be entertained by the mastications of Homer; she was never one of those kids.
Boxes of donuts were rolled out on the stage. Charlene the Punk was outta here quicker than a pig with wings.
“Have a seat, er, Felicia,” offered Jeffrey after the exit. 10 years younger, underaged even for him. Probably all for the best.
“Tell me about the tattoo; I dig it,” Jeffrey requests after the entertainment starts. Turns out she was one of those kids after all. She’d just forgotten what she had dug.
He was going even further back now, almost to the beginning, the origin of Our Second Lyfe itself. What was the point of it all?
It was logical that Roger Pine Ridge would show up at this
point juncture in our still evolving storyline, taking even more rusty twists and turns to and fro across the Nautilus continent and beyond. We’re on Yd Island currently, the Ratzenburger Rabbit just beyond that castle over there. Jeffrey Phillips felt warm again; he knew he was close. Roger helped.
“I was last on Mistery Island, helping Blue Bear Y out with that broken orb. Do you recall?”
Jeffrey Phillips vaguely recalled.
“Rainbow Sphere, some called it. Go back and find the Rainbow Sphere.” Good advice from Roger tonight. Thanks!
The fog was thick in Collagesity tonight, so much so that the script I had prepared for certain actors there could not be read. We’ll have to look elsewhere for plot…
Maybe it will come from the outer islands of Nautilus, basically half encircling the roughly square archipelago of a continent from Castle Valeria to its nw all the way down to little Dizadare Isle more in the se, just nw of the tip of Yd Island, which in Lemon World speak, is the *origin* of All Second Lyfe itself and the source of the letter change from i to y to protect the youth and innocent and such. The Ratzenburger Rabbit is still around.
Jeffrey Phillips goes there tonight for spiritual renewal and warmth. Because it gets f-ing cold in mountainous Collagesity during foggy season. He can see a new plot line now. Jasper County, but the other (Newton) one. The one not yet used.
Discovery of the Rabbit Head of Ratzenberger and the naming of Yd Island:
Nautilus continent related links on the Baker Blinker Blog (2008-2012) and Sunklands Blog (2012-present):
In the Sunklands blog, this category includes information on Nautilus City. For the Baker Blinker Blog, NC was considered separate from the proximate continent.
Almost half of the BB Blog posts with Nautilus continent as a subject deal with the Austra peninsula, especially Lower Austra centered by what I now call Mystenopolis, a basically dormant berg however (nothing new there for Second Life), but bustling in its day, probably around 2006-2009 our time. The other half basically illuminate the neighboring Yd Island. These are the last two settled regions of the Nautilus continent (if you exclude Nautilus City), with Yd Island being the final area populated.
The Ratzenberger sim on the west side of Yd Island, directly above Nautilus City island and about the same size, is widely considered the beginning of *Lemon* Lab’s Second Life as opposed to Linden (Limey) Lab’s 2002 start in the sim of Da Boom. We believe that Ratzenberger is a kind of mirror sim for the latter, and founded about the same “time”. The name of this virtual reality is Lemon World — or perhaps World of Lemon. It truly exists, although in some kind of alternate dimension and originating from an *alien* source instead of a terrestrial one, radiating outwards from the opposite direction as our Second Life, in effect.
This Oct 2009 post brings first mention of Ratzenberger to the BB Blog, along with first mention of Yd Island as a whole. I now know from a more recently discovered map (top of present post) that Yd Island may also have been known as the Isle of Babylon.
The region of Lower Astra (or what might just have been called Astra at the time), was about 2x the size of either Yd Island or Nautilus City isle. It appears immediately west of them, and extends as a longer peninsular from the center of Nautilus continent. In the center of this peninsula, as stated before, was and still kind of is Mystenopolis.
Leemington and Yello sims at the top of (Lower) Astra, according to Hucka D., are trace names of Lemon Lab/Lemon World influence. Like a yellow lemon.
Some people have compared the name Da Boom to the Big Bang of Second Life, the beginning ylem seed from which all expanded. This would be correct, although its name, along with others of the 16 original SL sims, actually comes from alleyways surrounding the original Linden Lab location in San Francisco.
How, then, is Ratzenberger a twin to Da Boom, as Lemon World/World of Lemon is a corresponding mirror reality to Second Life? It exists in a dimension going backwards from us according to our flow of time. This was obviously set up by the aliens, whoever they are.
In Nov 2009, resident blog spirit and wise guy Hucka D. begins to compare the layout of Second Life’s 6 major mainland continents (subtracting the later, unfinished Gaeta — another story there) to these 6 differently colored pie pieces of the trivia pursuit board game, with each standing for a particular subject matter within the game such as history, geography, arts and entertainment, and so on.
We later found out that there is a direct lineup of newer continents in what we can call the eastern hemisphere with older ones from the western hemisphere as follows:
Heterocera (western/old) to Corsica (eastern/new)
Sansara (western/old) to Nautilus (eastern/new)
Jeogeot (western/old) to Maebaleia (eastern/new)
This would also correspondend to their north-south relationship within each hemisphere. That is, both Corsica and Heterocera are the northernmost continents of their respective hemispheres, Sansara and Nautilus are in the middle, and Jeogeot and Maebaleia lie to the south.
Hucka D. even gives them colors:
To give a prominent example of the links, it was found by me in August 2009 there existed a *rabbit hole* style portal connecting Jeogeot and Maebaleia — rather shocking at the time — and also linked back to the last created *carrcass* (as they’re called now), or what is more commonly known to the outside world as an audiovisual synchronicity. I can now say this synchronicity is named “Uncle Meatwad.” The number 47 (or 41) was found next to the hole on the Maebaleia side. “Uncle Meatwad” features a Room 47 inhabited by 3 rabbits, 2 of the female persuasion and 1 male. What times are it?
(to be continued)
Being reenergized without exactly knowing how, John Lockfry 02 continues down Lester’s Best’s main avenue after a right turn at the tower. He passes a cinema, but not much else — more empty stores. A solitary fig tree acts as the street’s only landscaping. He wonders how a basically deserted, sim sized town could still exist like this, but thinks back to Mystenopolis and the same quandry. Except LB is more large scale. It *must* be Lemon Lab taking back its own in some way.
Passing between two larger rocks brings Mr. Lockfry to this interesting park tucked in the very northeast corner of the sim (and the town). He’s quite drawn to this glowing kinetic sculpture that appears to be morphing into different shapes before his eyes.
But for some reason he doesn’t follow this up quite yet and returns to snapping photos of the residential area. He’s so use to filling in memory gaps that he takes it completely in stride.
An airplane has crashed into a house on the western side of LB, but with no damage inflicted that he could tell. More virtual magic.
And then here’s a photo from the fun fair occupying the northwest corner of town. If this is actually the namesake Lester of Lester’s Best, he reminds me of Jack Skellington from director Tim Burton’s “Nightmare Before Christmas”, except with an actual pumpkin for a head instead of a skeletal substitute. So this also brings in the resonance with Oz’s Jack Pumpkinhead, don’t you think.
Finally returning to the park, the now meditating and focused Lockfry 02 finds that he only has to wave his arms and the glow recedes from the centerpiece sculpture, revealing its internal structure. He has power, yes. More than he knows for certain.
As he keeps studying and staring at the sculpture from his cushion, he disappears inside it. His eyes becomes one focused pupil looking heavenward. He instantly also sees a choice. He can either keep the eye open, totally dilated and knowing the truth, or force it back into constriction and remain within his comfortable skin. Of course he has to pick the latter, but before moving away from this sacred space he takes a snapshot to remember it by. And he receives another name. This is *Bogota*.