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Bodega? Analysis 02

“Ahh. ‘Duncanfollower’. Another portmanteau like ‘Pageturner.’ Who is the Duncan of the title and why would we be following him? This is Duncan Avocado, now half of Paul with the other half white: Even Whiter Walt. The white half and black half are the two sims of Olde Lapara Towne, joined like different races. But here we have just Duncan (to the left). What does that tell us? That we are in the future here. Woody Allen looks on (at Duncan).”

“We’re talking about Timmy Duncan now, Hucka Doobie.”

“Correct. Woody Allen looks at or toward Timmy Duncan who is kind of glued to the side of the Hotel Chelsea over in VHC City, the place where you were exorcised from.”

“Pitch Darkly was expelled,” clarifies Baker Bloch.

“Whatever. I was too in tandem with yourself.”

“No. You can return. *I* really can’t.”

“Whatever,” emphasizes Hucka Doobie. “‘Woody Allen’ is another composite name, representing your shapeshifting friend Woody Woodmanson but also Old Man Allen Martin, God rest his soul.”

“Dead, yeah. Don’t think he can come back. Heart attack in the underground. Death. Wheeler knew.”

“Yes. Allen Martin is dead. He loved Wheeler, as The Musician did as well. And still does. But they’ve changed sexes? I’m a little confused about all that.”

“So am I!” confesses Baker Bloch.

“Back to Duncan: Woody Allen looks on, which we know is the death of Allen Martin in VHC City’s underground because Woody Woodmanson changes into Allen Martin just before that. You can put another link there if you choose. Woody to Allen. But behind Woody is the purple clad angel Raziel, which brings to mind Rael, the lead character of ‘Lamb’.”

“Yes.”

“And then a giant purple rose is also attached to this group of images, referring to Woody Allen’s film ‘The Purple Rose of Cairo,’ famous for breaking the 4th Wall.”

“One of the characters of the film within the film, the namesake ‘Rose’ movie, steps out of the film within the film and just becomes part of the film. It’s like if you stepped out of Second Life, Hucka Doobie, and went back to First Life again.”

“I don’t have a body (any more up there).”

“Then *this* body. You would look strange walking around.”

“I would prefer to borrow someone else’s body. I will be reborn, you know. Charles Nelson Blinkerton is not dead, only resting.”

“Let’s not go down that road tonight, Hucka Doobie. Back to analysis…”

Hucka Doobie turns toward the collage again. “‘Duncanfollower’… Then behind or on the opposite corner of the building Woody stands in front of is a seemingly more maleficent figure with sickly green wings. This is malefic; golden winged Woody is benefic.”

“Jupiter and Saturn again.”

“This is the hiding aspect of, well, yourself as Baker Bloch. And Pitch Darkly as you prefer. This is the side you can’t show in VHC City.”

“Or anywhere, really.”

“I’m not talking about that side (you’re thinking about). I’m talking about The Diagonal, the Triple Number 97, the Pitch Black property, all real things. VHC City, or the powers that be there, don’t want to buy into (that mythology).”

(note: afterwards Hucka Doobie sees he forgot to talk about the Pitch Black structure appearing in this collage and will return to that important aspect later.)

“No, I would assume not.”

“Else things could be different.”

“Yes, I suppose they could.”

“But,” continues Hucka Doobie,” you have The Oracle to aid you. You’ll always have The Oracle. Even after the end of your US of A.”

“Yes.”

“The Oracle told you that the man who created the virtual version of the Hotel Chelsea is named Sikul Hamikt. The one presently managing the property is Vainom Kug. That was suppose to be Wheeler, as the former is The Musician, or, what’s he called now?”

“Earie,” states Baker Bloch. “But he was always Earie, I’m assuming.”

“He is also Sikul Hamikt.”

“But only in dreams.”

“Good enough.” Hucka Doobie studies the collage again. “So I think it’s pretty laid out. Duncan Avocado must return to VHC City and head into the hotel, perhaps to the Nancy Room. Room 100 I believe (Baker nods). Maybe The Musician, who is a punk now after all, will follow him. Or take his place.”

“Up in the air, still.”

“We better move on.”

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Bodega? Analysis 01

“It’s been a while since I — or baker b. — created this one, Hucka Doobie. May be difficult to analyze at this late date.”

“I’ll do the talking now,” requests Hucka Doobie. “First off, this is ‘Pageturner’, created to open the second half of ‘Collagesity 2017 Middle’. You can insert a link there. This collage shows the dominance of ‘Lamb’ in Genesis’ catalog of albums. Peter Gabriel knew it was bigger than all the rest. So did the other members of Genesis who remained after its conception. Everyone knew.”

“‘Lamb’ is part of ‘Tronesis’ now, Hucka Doobie. Is that a good thing to say at this point?”

“Sure. Lamb and Ram die at the same moment at the very center of that audiovisual synchronicity, which dates from, let’s see, 2003. February I believe (Baker nods). That is the opening Tronesisia and Peter SoSo need to work forwards and backwards within the synch respectively. They are responsible for *that* analysis and absorption.”

“Cool.”

“‘Pageturner’ represents the creation of a new page in the ‘Collagesity 2017 Middle’ graphic novel. It — the post containing it, opens the 2nd half of the novel. You can insert another link there if you wish. Genesis plays in front of Audrey’s Bar, or on the side, the same — well, it’s just below us now, on the first floor of the market. Peter Gabriel — lead singer — is in some sort of costume, or at least wears some kind of mask. He stands between two representations of ‘lesser’ Genesis albums above him: ‘Foxtrot’, left, and ‘Duke’, right. Both will reappear in the end collage of this series. We should talk of a name. All the characters on the side of Audrey’s Bar represent Genesis albums. ‘Lamb’ looms, as I’ve said. The name above them reads Genesiso. The extra ‘o’ at the end points to ‘So’, Peter Gabriel’s most famous solo album and the one which brought him fame and fortune on par with the rest of Genesis who remained ‘behind’, as it were.”

“You mentioned a name for the series, Hucka Doobie.”

“Yes.”

“Wouldn’t this still be Bogota? I’m unsure.”

“As you realize, this series is a bit different. It was created organically to follow the story generated within the second half of the ‘Collagesity 2017 Early’ novel. Series before it generated energy on their own, or in tandem with a factual analysis. Not in the case of Bogota. Not (really) since you began composing Collagesity novels starting in November 2015? (Baker nods). Bogota is different.”

“So is this still Bogota?” Baker repeats.

Hucka Doobie puts his round, yellow bee hand to chin. “Let’s get back to that. Returning to ‘Pageturner’, we have Gideon, who is the same as Buster, floating or hovering angelic over The Bible, which probably is another Gideon — Gideon’s Bible, mentioned in the Beatles’ song ‘Rocky Raccoon.’ Now the whole Buster-Nancy-Danny-Bettie cluster of names and characters comes from the characters of the song. Kind of fleshed out, I suppose.”

“Something like that,” agrees Baker.

“The figure reaching out of the bar with large yellow arm is the ‘Pageturner’ of the title, who has just turned a page of the Bible in front of him. This is Peter Gabriel again, or one — actually two — of his stage characters. The arm belongs to the glopman character. The head-in-flower to another.”

“Actually, Hucka Doobie, I believe they’re called slippermen in the ‘Lamb’ album.”

“Insert a picture and let’s move on.

What are these slippermen, then? They are glopmen, though, yes?”

“I guess so Hucka Doobie. That’s a Mythos idea and Mythos ideas don’t translate well to this blog.”

“Sure they do,” counters Hucka Doobie. “Slippermen (characters; song) come from ‘Lamb’, just as this character emerges from a caricature of a lamb drawn on the side of Audrey’s bar — its front. The arm represents another of its own arms, or legs.”

“Perhaps interesting.”

“The ‘Lamb’ appears to be eating from the hand of another album representation. Their most successful I believe. ‘Invisible Touch’.”

“I’m checking now, Hucka Doobie, and the name of the album that image is from is called ‘We Can’t Dance’, dating from 1991. It is their last album before Phil Collins left the band to pursue his own solo career. And although it is the Genesis album immediately after ‘Invisible Touch’, their highest selling album, the release date is 5 years later. Success breeds creative complacency?”

“Maybe. Anyway, all serve ‘Lamb’, no matter their selling status. They feed and nurture ‘Lamb’, even from the future.”

“As well as the past,” Baker clarifies. “‘Foxtrot’ and its ‘Supper’s Ready’ and so on.”

“And that’s now synched with ‘Green Acres’. Pretty bizarre, eh?” Both Hucka Doobie and Baker Bloch smile. “And the woman perched atop the bar — a ‘Lamb’ analyzer. Like Tronesisia and Peter SoSo in a way. Is this Tronesisia?”

“I don’t know,” states Baker Bloch.

“We better move on.”

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litmus test

Baker decides the 420 on the side of the Bodega Market has to go to make prim room for the rest of the collages in its upstairs gallery. 6 prims saved right there. Silly, stoned hippies, he thinks, but then realizes there’s exactly $2400 lindens in his account currently. 420 anagram. He reverses his former decision and allows the big green sign to stay for now. Is this black curtain across from it indeed a “Wall of Jasper”?

He meets up with an analysis hungry Hucka Doobie in Olde Lapara Towne instead and its duplicate market.

—–

Hmm. 5 days left on the rent here. Another decision looming. 420 I suppose.

Okay, maybe one more week of rent beyond that and everything will be finished over here — transference complete. And also there’s Rocky to think about. As hard as Baker Bloch has been recruiting the anthropomorphic raccoon to come join him in Collagesity these past 2 weeks, it may still not be a done deal. Bookworm now rents his projected apartment at the SoSo Mall, although that’s planned as a stop gap situation until Rocky’s arrival.

Hucka Doobie shows up. “Finish the gallery over in Collagesity. Tell Levi you’re pulling out here. I’ll deal with Rocky. See you over there in, say, about 20 minutes?”

“That will be fine Hucka Doobie.” I rarely disagree with the highly psychic bee person.

—–

20 minutes later…

“Room for growth now, eh Baker?”

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Smallerville

“What happened to the other pink elephant, Ziffie?”

“Howard? (Do) you mean Howard?”

“I don’t know his name,” the visiting Baker reinforced.

“Island,” Ziffie spoke. “Skies,” Ziffie clarifed. “Island in the Skies,” Ziffie amalgamated.

“So he’s left [delete name] town?”

“Not far,” Ziffie then said. “Island. Skies.”

“Yes, I gathered,” spoke Baker Bloch flatly. Where *is* Hucka Doobie? he thought to himself.

—–

“So this is it, Hucka Doobie. Right where Ziffie said it would be.”

“And where did you meet these people? These elephants?”

“That town right over there. Baker Bloch pointed to his left. The town you were suppose to meet me in.”

“Sorry I lost the landmark. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately.”

“Pollinating party organizing is tough, I’ve heard. But only from you.”

“And I had other stuff to do.” Hucka Doobie didn’t clarify.

“Well, should we?”

“Sure.”

—–

“Not much to it, Baker Bloch.”

“A good view of the town, though,” Baker offered, peering over the south edge. “I suppose that’s why he chose the spot. Didn’t want to go too far up with it.”

“Should we go inside this cottage?”

“Call first… but I don’t have… wait, I remember the name now.”

“Spit it out.”

“Howard?” Baker called. “Howard??” he said again. No answer.

“That’s enough of a warning for me, along with a rap on the door. Three times then we’re in. My rule.”

“Alright,” Baker Bloch agreed.

—–

“No knocking needed, Baker Bloch. Door just opened right up.” Hucka Doobie gazed at the blood red curtain just beyond. He turned to Baker. “I’m not afraid, are you?”

“No,” the half dead avatar lied.

They plunged ahead with sweaty palms.

“This is all there is?”

“It’s the Black Lodge, silly,” states Hucka Doobie, breathing a little easier. “Twin Peaks; Black Lodge.” I wonder where the midget is?”

“I believe dwarf or little person is the appropriate terminology, Hucka Doobie. And being about 3 feet tall yourself, you’re one to talk.”

“I know who did this. Must be Buster Damm. Or that Tonshi woman. Or both of them together. This is where *they* went. I feel (this truth) in me from head to feet.”

“Go ahead and try out a chair Hucka Doobie.”

“I have a better idea,” said the bee-person. “We’ll do it together.” They positioned themselves in front of 2 of the 3 chairs. “Alright, on 3. One, two…”

The scene shifted. They were outside on the sky island again.

“Not even a cottage up here,” spoke Hucka Doobie, not remembering the last 10 minutes in the least.

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Different

“So this is your latest disguise Baker Bloch.”

“No, not really. This is Duncan who is also Paul. And Paul is also Even Whiter Walt. Paul is married to Mary. Marry me Mary, he asked at one point in time and space, perhaps here, perhaps there.”

“Different sims are tough. Like different races.”

“Male and female,” said Duncan/Paul to Hucka Doobie. “Black and white, old and new.”

“But not good and evil.”

“We know now, Hucka, that this place, this News and Views we sit in and perhaps even stare out of at times through its 4th Wall…”

“Like now,” Hucka Doobie interjected.

“… this place is old. 4 years, maybe more. We thought it was a temporary spot, maybe gone before the week was over when we first visited.”

“2 months ago? 3?”

“But it’s not.” Duncan/Paul paused. Percolator the Clown, listening in from the bar counter, waited with bated breath. Was this the big reveal?

“Someone is hearing.”

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Liz

“It’s a magic book,” states Hucka Doobie to the visiting Librarian, who stopped by for the day. “Just open it to any page and start reading.”

The Librarian does so and reads aloud.

“‘Martha: Our son does not have blue hair… or blue eyes, for that matter. He has green eyes… like me. George: He has blue eyes Martha.'” He looks up.

“See?” explains Hucka Doobie. “There, George and Martha, our Washingtons, our first couple — Adam and Eve — use the illusion of their son as a battlefield for dominance. Ickles.”

“Sonny-Jim?” asks The Librarian, reading further.

“Yeah. I think that’s the name. Unifying factor. Blue-green.”

The Librarian looks on the opposite page. “Who’s Audrey?”

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“Aim” Interpretation

“I have it pulled up over here on the Blue Feather tivi screen,” Hucka Doobie messaged to Baker Bloch.

“Come over here instead,” he messaged back. “Context. I’ll offer you a teleport.”

“Alright,” Hucka Doobie messaged in turn.

—–

“Peculiar room,” said Hucka Doobie, looking around. “Narrow.”

“It’s the GHHI Room. Don’t ask me what that means. Yet.”

“Something to do with the 4 empty sims at the Jeogeot infohub I’m assuming, where trees are ferns. I know the initials.”

“Yeah,” admitted Baker. “So here it is. Here.”

Hucka Doobie turns around and immediately jumps into an examination.

“Your aim is different from Peter SoSo’s. He’s focused on fulfilling the train line. Your own attention veers off to the right here, toward the forgotten waterfall. Aim Falls, we can call it. The Ickles, the two green beings in the collage — one at the bottom of the stairs with what appears to be Jiff (?) and the other to his right, directly below the falls — are aiding you. Yes, I’m getting it. Jiff is also an Ickle, but of a different species. Round head instead of cubic. Multiple expressions; five total. But color sticks… there must be 3 species: red, green, blue. Combined they form pitch perfect expression, a whiteness to douse the black away. Heaven over Earth. Man over woman even, perhaps.” He stops there.

“Well, there’s those little red people to the bottom right, Hucka,” Baker Bloch chipped in. “Right behind and around the wastebasket filled with Rocky’s discarded drafts for his second novel. Maybe they sprang out of the refuge.”

“Refugees,” uttered Hucka Doobie. “Whatever happened to ‘G’? Ginger, wasn’t it? Or was it Tina?”

“If you mean the tender of the bar across the road, she appears to be gone. 4th citizen not here any more.”

“Missing again,” ponders Hucka Doobie. He scans the collage one last time. “Well, it’s pretty obvious. You must aim toward the falls, find out about the 3 Ickle species, and go from there. Jiff must be real again in this novel and have the ability to manifest. The green cubic hulks Rocky also writes about and then discards are obviously Ickle representations as well. He knows them and they know him. So: location location location. 3 of ’em. 3-n-1. ‘Nother one.”

“My line. But: thanks!”

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G.

“Peters found this on the interwebs yesterday and passed it up to us, Tronesisia. We thought you’d like to know about the missing post, er piece.”

“I had a dream about Lambs.”

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Mission 02 03

No one says anything, not knowing if Woody is finished or not. But after about 30 seconds, it’s pretty obvious to all that he’s wrapped up his spiel. Mary takes his place, thanking Woody and the others for their words, then asks if anyone else wants to speak. She looks at Baker Bloch then at Hucka Doobie. Both wave her off, but then Baker felt the need to say, “We appreciate your supreme sacrifice Mary.”

“Then I suppose it’s time.” She turns to the rocket ship. “Goodbye all! I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Goodbye my love!” Pitch cries from the second row. “I know you will. I have faith in the Gods.”

Sobbing, she touches the launcher, then manifests inside the firing capsule. A person was already there. It was George, seated beside her.

He took her hand. “It’s you and me now.”

—–

24 years later…

“Do you not know me?” asked Mary/Chuckles to Sikul Himakt The Musician.

“Of course I do mother.”

END OF “COLLAGESITY 2017 MIDDLE”!

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Mission 02 02

During Pitch’s awkward pause, Wheeler walked across the bridge spanning Central Stream and took the empty seat beside The Librarian. “Hello you total bitch,” he says in a low voice without turning toward her. “Hello you complete bastard,” she answers back, also not looking in his direction. But both share a smile for a few seconds. Fences have been mended.

Mary turns around and whispers to her friend. “Where’ve you been?”

Wheeler holds up “Floydodo” for her to see. “I got involved,” she explains, shaking the book to emphasize what she’d been doing. “Lost track of time, sorry.” She looks toward Pitch. “Is he alright over there? Does he need help?”

“Why don’t you go up and say a few words, Wheeler,” Mary requested. “We’ve both had our turns now. You’re the town general, after all. Whatever you titled yourself.”

“Dictator,” Wheeler proclaims proudly. She stands and walks up to Pitch, then escorts him to the seat she formerly occupied. “Here, hold this for me,” she demands, picking up “Floydodo” and shoving it into his hands. He sits down with it. She returns beside the lamp post before the rocketship where Mary and Pitch had previously spoken.

“Greetings fellow Collagsitians. Wheeler Wilson here, you’re beloved former leader, haha.” Some sour looks appeared amongst the crowd. “Ah, I see we have a couple who disagree. Well, I can’t say I blame you. I was occassionally a bit harsh with some of my orders. But, overall, I think I did a good job.” She pauses. “Let me put this plainly. Your old leader Carrcassonnee will and cannot return. The play or interview form of speaking to each other, between the Bakers, between anyone in this town, has been rendered obsolete. Perch is perched up there in *my* diner.” She points toward the indicated eating establishment to her back and left, behind the rocket launcher from this direction. “So where does that leave us, citizens of Collagesity? We’ve moved forward, yes? We attempted to become assimilated into VHC City. Didn’t work. Baker Bloch here became Pitch became Woody and it all went to hell. Duncan Avocado’s our hope in that direction now. He has emerged from the PCH Forest — has that been mentioned yet?” Baker Bloch nods to her, thinking she means the woods itself and not Duncan’s exit from it. “Okay.” She then points back to the left rear. “What is our focus, then, people? What should be the entire reason for our existence here? Can you guess? What is it?” The crowd looks around at each other, basically wondering what she’s on about. She answers herself. “The *woods*. The *trees*. That’s what this is all about. I personally recommend sealing the whole town up again until Mary returns from a successful Muff-Bermingham trip. I’ve been (myself). I know what she’s up against. There’s power there. Osborne Well still controls. I should know, being a controller myself. And then there’s his children, his twins. Morris and Lou. I know the former but not the latter. But The Musician knows Lou. *Woody* here knows Lou (Woody nods). Having taken on the negative characteristics of her father, Lou is not the best of persons, I’ve heard. She wishes for everyone to dream, to keep asleep. What is reality? she wants everyone to ask, confused about what’s right and left, up and down, east-west. We’ve lost Tronesisia to her. We’ve lost Bendy. I’ve lost my Musician.” She pauses, appearing to wipe a tear forming in her eye, an emotional display especially surprising the several with the sour looks before.

Woody Woodmanson raises his hand. “Excuse me Mrs. Wheeler. Do you mind if I say a couple of words?”

“It’s *Ms. Wilson*,” she says, sniffing. “But, yeah, come on up here Woody. I’ve said my peace.” Woody gets up and Wheeler takes his seat. “Woods, people!” she shouts in emphasis while settling in.

Woody displays awkwardness. “Do I just stand beside this lamp post here? Is this okay?”

“That’s fine, Woody,” comforts Mary from the front row. “Go ahead and speak your mind as well. We have plenty of time. No rush on the launching.”

“Well, okay.” He loudly clears his throat for several seconds. Very high pitch, startling a couple in the crowd, including the already nervous Mary.

“I am… *very* grateful to be here in Collagesity. You cannot know the extent.” He clears his throat again. “I am a refuge of several worlds. My original master, Old Kringles — a lukewarm Santa Claus — use to tell me, ‘Don’t get sick, don’t get sick,’ over and over. It made me sick. I was expelled from his Christmas village. My second master, Luke Purden, owner of a spectacular mountainside castle, gave me better advice. He said, ‘Don’t judge a book by the color of its cover.’ At the time, half of the books I owned were green and the other half white. I always wondered why I preferred reading the white covered books. Then it hit me like a humongous hammer.” Woody hits one wooden hand with the other here. “Someone else was inside me that preferred the *green* colored books. Another Woody.” More throat clearing. “Which brings us to Muff-Bermingham.” Leaning forward intently, he looks in the direction of Wheeler. “I both know Lou very well and don’t know her atall. As such, I can vouch for her decency and honesty. Yes, she wants you to dream, to wonder, to envision the impossible. There’s a village at the bottom of the hill. But there isn’t. But there *is*.” He straightens up. “And that’s all I have to say about all *that*.”

(to be continued)

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