…………………………………………………………………………ME: Hi! I now have some more to analyze on section 05 of photo-novel 51. Almost done! We’re going on a trip this morning so I might not be able to reply until tomorrow. We’re headed to Bandana, North Carolina (!), with Bandana in general an important subject for this section now. There are only two Bandana population places in the US, with the other in Kentucky, very near a strangely named village called Monkey’s Eyebrow. This naturally made me associate that Bandana with banana, the famous favorite food of apes. A place called Kona is right below Bandana NC and there we’ll visit the grave of Charlie Silver, noted for being the victim of axe murderer Frankie Silver who hailed from Burke County and who was the first white woman in the state hanged for her crimes. We have several other places earmarked for a visit, including Bakersville (our 2nd visit to that place in a month) and also Spruce Pine. SP has also been mentioned in photo-novel 51. And the area is very important now for my wife’s writing, with several of her characters having lived in Bakersville or thereabouts.
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00520108 (blue (beeep!))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0108, Mythopolis, North Carolina
00520103 (77/77/77)
“So we’re here. Solidly in Ban(d)ana. Then orange rolling all around that, just outside these 4 walls somewhere. Out *there*.”
“Then apple — apples,” he completes. “*Way* out there.”
“Or in here.” Shelley points to her heart.
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“You know there’s only one thing to do to solve the cave issue. We talked about this before. I know it seems wrong–”
“Armoire,” she cut him off, envisioning what she had to accomplish in her mind as well as body. Two in one.
“Dripping Springs.”
About a week later:
“Come, Daisy. Come into the future little bambino’s room. In the meantime…”
“Oh *Frank*. How *sweet*!”
She kissed him full on the lips, then stared over his shoulder at the armoire while hugging him, realizing it was different from before. It turned out to be a stupid armoire. With stupid animations. Smart. Not very smart. “I felt it was all I could afford,” he tried to defend himself after the switch was called out. “Do you know how much *yours* cost?” But he ended up getting it anyway. If not: no little bambino ever, boy with blue eyes, girl with green eyes, whatever.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0103, Bandanaboro, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Omega
00500406 (rear windows)
Suddenly the required cane for the mission I held in my hand begins to shake. For 7-10 minutes this went on. Then it calmed down, calm calmm, and began to speak instead. With the first words out of its little wavery mouth now located at the end of its crook, the cane directed me back to the windows on the opposite side, where it was still dark instead of dawn and the blue was more illuminating, highlighting the blue in my just purchased outfit better, as I’m looking at it again, along with the red hair also acquired recently, this blue and red likewise mission requirements.
I break the windows, or I should say, the windows broke me — I mean, *it* broke them for me, or attempted to. The cane I mean. Literally I had no control over it by then. But the panes resisted, the blue light persisted. I guess the windows broke the cane as well (figuratively) because after about 7-10 minutes more of this he gave up. Rudy was his name and caning was his game, he said. “This should work!!” he uttered with his tiny tongue wagging out now. “What’s so tough about this weird ass glass??!” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0406, Critterville, GTA, GTA old







