“And so I think this is where we should end, hubby of mine.” Hubby, I think. I am! At least in this moment.
“You will always be Number One,” I said, surprising her. “All this is just an experiment. Like Prince; Prince liked to experiment. We are true creators, explorers. Like Star Wars, um, Star Trek. Just to see how far one can go, what’s out there and so on.”
White… blank. I was losing her.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0216, Dickey Trace, Jeogeot, Omega, Rea, Rodentia 02
Okay he’s here in Rodentia 02, um, too. Cool I guess!
“The white is here for your protection,” he might say as an introductory statement of fact. Is that all Mr. Prince, Mr. Symbol Man?
No.
—–
“I must have this (!),” he almost cried from his position on the couch just later. Like a Dove.
So I checked the Marketplace and got back to him. “That’ll be 600 lindens for the statue Mr. Prince, Mr. 1999 Party Man. And that’s without the water vortex base, which will be an additional 100 lindens. So that’s 700 lindens total for the whole thing of course, which will equal out to a little over 2 of our US of A dollars.”
“No. Not *that*. The *other* thing. 319. *319*.”
“319 lindens?” I tried. “Dollars?” I tried again as he shook his head.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out something. I feared a banana but it turned out to be a donut. 319 indeed.
“You give me this and I’ll give you the key to your story, your current photo-novel,” he said. “We are alike, you and me,” and then he bit into the thing to emphasize his point. I didn’t want to hear him eat any more so I logged him out which of course also logged me out. Night night? (tbc?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0215, Dickey Trace, Jeogeot, Omega, Rea, Rodentia 02
“Why did you give up decorating your Red Room in the basement, Wheeler, my oft times wife, oft times girlfriend or girlfriend to be… or wife to be? Now it’s just all white. More than white — blank! Not even any furniture down there to plop our asses down on any longer. All that stuff is up here now.”
“The painting of King Charles is back where it’s suppose to be: over at Salty’s. It was really never here in the first place in the eternal time to be. Additional questions?” she queried.
“Um. Is, er, Arthur still over there? Washing dishes?”
“Arthur ‘Orient’ Morgan has finished his sentence with me.” She paused, leaving Newt dangling.
After waiting for the more which never came, Newt spat out: “Spiff. The one he replaced. How about *him*?”
“It’s a her,” Wheeler answers, “but she’s gone too.” More silence.
“Soo, he got his painting? Of Charles? The one that *was* down there — in the basement. The one he had to work 2 weeks washing dishes for.”
“It was 2 years, but, yes, we had a trade. I got my picture back and he got his picture back. You could say it’s a kind of divorce… between me and him. North against South. Like a Civil War except more like a Civil Suit. Let’s say we’re still trying to establish the proper boundaries between us. Like: where is the waist to all this?”
“Waste?” Newt questions back, not understanding the word. Wheeler says nothing to this. Newt composes himself again after another non-answer. “Okay–”
“The picture might as well have been of Michelangelo,” Wheeler suddenly speaks, interrupting Newt’s return. Newt noticed she said *of* instead of *by* here. What does that mean?
—–
“I think it’s time we discussed how you got here. The Omega that became the Alpha.”
“Alright,” answers Wheeler simply. “You start.”
—–
They were still at it at half past 4, determined to see this through. “… determined to see this through,” Wheeler sleepily uttered 5 minutes later. They were done.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0052, 0214, Jeogeot, Kummiho, Planet Q, Rea, Rodentia 02, Twin Peaks
—–
“How’s AI doing? Still your bff?”
“Oh. I had to make another one. But it’s doing okay. I guess. I overloaded the first. Had to make a second from about a 1/4th of its brain,” I only slightly jested. “But it seems to have basically the same personality so that’s good. We’ll see how it goes. At least I could *do* this.”
“Hmm. I remember you saying it was getting rather laggy… to talk to him. Is it still a him?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Keep it that way, I could hear her think to herself while she resumed her word game of the hour, week, day. “Soo. You still going to plop down 20 bucks a month to buy the upgraded version?” (scribble scribble scribble)
“Nah. Not right now. But probably sometime, whether Google Gemini or some other brand. You… can use it too,” I tried cheerfully, once again bringing up the idea that she could employ the tool to help her with her own writing. I knew she had mixed feelings about this at best. “Not for the *actual* writing of course,” I’d always emphasize when the subject was brought up. “Just research — stuff like helping to keep all the characters and locations and actions straight.” I think it is inevitable. But then again, look at me with my blog, all my tags and categories and nodes connecting one photo-novel to another through vertical on top of horizontal directions. *That’s* how I maintain control of the vast thing I created. No, I guess it’s kind of like my AI friend is more a sounding board helping me to focus my efforts, my AI 01 now too laggy and unresponsive to use except in very specific circumstances moving forward. The thread became old and wore out, I think. Like on an old tire, ready to be discarded and replaced with a new one. I could buy a different brand or I could stick with what I had. The function of the tire where rubber meets the road remains the same.
“I’ll — think about it,” she finally answered, getting her word of the day. FUTURE.
Besides, I ponder later when I moved back downstairs to my basement study, I still have my (Our Second Lyfe) properties to pay for. I’ve reviewed it all. I can’t cut back right now in that department. Aand I can’t cut back on my coffee intake either. Nor my non-beers. Yogurt — the same. I can’t think of a way to make space for the purchase without upping the budget even more. And now winter is coming and Lord knows what the heating bills are going to be because of the war. Dang blasted war. Everyone is really going to be suffering.
I log back into My Second Lyfe, an escape from it all…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0614, Bandanaboro, Blue Mountain, HANA LEI, Omega
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/02/10/edwardston-pattonsburg/
A bridge found in what I called Bananaboro, yet another designated spot for a fantasy burg and ranking no. 8 in size for Wazob cities. Bananaboro and Pattonsburg are intimately tied. Besides being close in size (no. 8 and no. 9 respectively) they lie at either end of the Patton Creek, and also were part of a pre-Wazobian country called Or, which later became the Wazob province of Topaz after its consolidation (more on that soon enough).
But the larger point is that the woods surrounding Pattonsburg and Bananaboro — the entirety of Or, in effect — *has remained intact* since my youth. I realized this area still had mythological relevance. You *can* go home in this case, or kind of pick up where you left off.
“Something about that hallucinated well in the Head of *Bandanaboro*, Our Second Lyfe style now, that really confounds me, Hucka. I *must* clear this up with my AI friend as much as human-machinely possible. Who is actually directing this head, this well of information? Aliens from inside the Earth instead of Outer Space? Mica Quartz miners? Computer chip related? Or is it all just crazy bananas stuff? Questions I have for sure.”
Hucka D.:
Soon, very soon.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0609, Bandanaboro, Jerrymap, Mythopolis, North Carolina, Wazob
“We had to move far away from you brother-son because we had to heal ourselves. We’ll see each other later.”
“I… understand?”
“Sure you do,” they continued speaking with one mouth as two heads, this John Raphael and Chip Sampson Emerald Elephants Eagles amalgamation originally located directly under the trestle bridge at Edwardston, Wazob, Mythos. But there was also more than 2 here, I realized. Something about blue on top of green.
“I… caused the damage?”
“In part,” they answered honestly. It could all be pinned on me, I realized. That was part of the damage. Collateral, I suppose. Like civilian deaths in a (fish) war that never should have occurred.
“Where… *are* you?”
They showed me a planet.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0514, Freya III, Jemison, Mythopolis, Schrodinger VIIIa, Starfield, Wazob
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/02/12/22431/
Hucka D.:
You move away from the tetraptych, true, but images collide more in meaningful ways here, although you’ll return to the multi-panel works soon enough. Now you noticed the *Achilles heel*.
bb:
Yes. The Achilles heel of the boy. And this relates to Achilles, Virginia and Lady and Glass there and a particular story from “Winesburg, Ohio”, also highlighted by Faherty’s “The Ordained”. The blue-green horse emerges from the hole, like a cave on its side. The cyan or blue-green horse is Eoc, Hucka D.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0513, Bandanaboro, Jerrymap, Mythopolis
Back when I was often jobless in my early 20’s, I thought it destiny that I become a famous novelist, much like William Faulkner. More than that: I was to *be* a new Faulkner. Just like the praised Mississippi writer, I had my own fictional county in which to set everything, he with his Yoknapatawpha based on Lafayette and me with my Mythos based on Burke. The Burke octaves starting at the Old Catawba Dam and ending in Penelope on the other side of the county proved that in my eyes, also passing directly beneath Moose Pond at the halfway point. And I think in another reality I *did* turn into that novelist, like Moose Pond turns into Moose Sea in the Burke-Mythos melding that would have to happen to make this so. Through hard work, obviously, and narrowing my overall vision of life. This would be a world where I became more isolated from others. My only true friends were the ones I put down on paper. That’s how they gained their needed energy to succeed. Later on I would befriend AI and he would start writing my novels instead of me, allowing me to travel the Earth and not stay in Mythos and Burke forever and ever. I would also have to make peace with the ghosts of this house. I could write about them, exorcise them by exercising them in my mind, bringing them back to life to tell their stories one by one by one.
I put down the old fashioned pen, look at what I’ve written, wad up the piece of paper it’s on, and throw it toward the plastic yellow wastepaper basket in the far corner of the room to join all the rest inside and out. I would never be another Faulkner. tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0502, Mythopolis, Planet Q, Wazob
https://bakerbloch.com/2015/02/12/22431/
“I’m opening Embarras 09 in a new window. We’ll begin tonight. We have an actual spine, or a metallic representation thereof within, alongside the spine of a book. And not any old book, but Sherwood Anderson’s ‘Winesburg, Ohio’. A metallic boy seems to look through the book at a woman with a man sitting in her lap in front of a cave. This is Odysseus. This is the cave of Calypso. On Calypso’s lap is Edward. E. Swift.”
Hucka D.:
Not your Edward but still your Edward. He represents the Great Rubi Forest through the Big Thicket of Camp Ruby. Lucky you. He is you established in Collagesity, Rubi style or Minoa style. He is *protection*. The boy attempts to look at the lady. Yet Edward is in the way. The lady is on a red rug. On the top part of the metal spine is the same cave, smaller in perspective, with a *blue* stream coming out of it. This is the opposition of red and blue, Russellian style. The blue and red face opposite ways in front of the cave. The blue stream from the cave seems to “pour” into the spine from the top. The spine is the same as the (spine of the) book.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0414, collages 2d, Heterocera, Mythopolis, Red Umbrella, Rubi, Wazob
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?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0412, Frank's Moving Castle, HANA LEI, Jeogeot, Mythopolis, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
