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Decision 03
Carr.:
And now… the owls.
Hucka D.:
Interesting.
Baker Bloch:
Okay.
Spongeberg:
Sure.
Carr.:
I’m waiting for the rumbling again. (the sky rumbles again) There it is. We can proceed. Oh, there’s English pop sensation Elton John stepping up into the gazebo. Rez him a chair Baker Bloch.
Baker Bloch:
Where?
Carr.:
On the floor.
Baker Bloch:
No. I don’t see Elton John. Is he invisible to me only? Look around Hucka Doobie and Spongeberg Resident and tell me.
Spongeberg Resident (not looking):
I once met Elton John at a pollinating party.
Hucka D.:
The trap, again. Shut it.
Baker Bloch:
Carrcassonnee, we don’t see Elton John.
Carr.:
Oh, he’s here. He has Rock with him. A rock. The Rock. Do you know Rock?
Hucka D. (guessing):
Crocodile?
Carr.:
Yes, that and much more.
Baker Bloch (raising his hand):
Oh oh, I know it (!). *Owl* Rock.
Carr.:
Yes. I mean, no. It’s the other rock. The one you or your user inserted in Whitehead Crossing.
Spongeberg:
I’m a little confused about that. This is Baker Bloch obviously. But he’s also baker b. If so, then who is Baker Blinker? Are they two sides of one user or…
Baker Bloch:
I am basically the same as baker b. Baker Blinker is basically inactive.
Spongeberg:
So, basically, what you are saying…
Carr. (interrupting):
Is Hucka D. the same as Hucka Doobie? Of course he is. And so baker b. and Baker Bloch have fused in a similar way. This is a celebration, then. We have many things to celebrate. True weather is coming to Collagesity. Collagesity has been saved. Bracket Jupiter and Wilsonia Foxclaw won’t be coming back — oh, I suppose that’s a non-celebration. What do you call[ those things]?
Baker Bloch:
Wakes, perhaps.
Hucka D.:
Parties.
Carr.:
No, not parties Hucka Doobie. I know what a party is. It is a celebration as well.
Baker Bloch:
We should probably end soon. So what about the rock, Carrcassonnee? Is it an Elton John song, perhaps Crocodile Rock? Will he sing it for us?
Carr.:
It is Grey Seal.
Spongeberg (to Baker Bloch):
Duuh.
Later that night, Elton John serenades Patty Peppermint with “Daniel”.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi, Whitehead Crossing
Decision 02
Carr.:
I’ve sent for Hucka Doobie. He should be arriving… oh here he is.
(Hucka Doobie enters the building and sits down in a 3rd chair just rezzed.)
Carr.:
I’ve put the others to sleep, Hucka Doobie, so I can talk some personal things with you. How are you doing, by the way?
Hucka Doobie:
I’m fine Carrcassonnee. What’s all this about? I’ve never seen a crowd this large in Collagesity before (!).
Carr.:
No, and perhaps not again. At least until the next town meeting. Did you attend?
Hucka D.:
I couldn’t make it. Pollinating party over at Patty Peppermint’s.
Carr.:
I’ve heard that excuse [from you] before, Hucka Doobie.
Hucka D. (turning slightly red):
Sorry. So…
Carr.:
First off, Bottles, Hucka Doobie.
Hucka D.:
The woman that’s trying to kill me?
Carr. (not biting):
No. Actual bottles. *You* pulled them out of the ground.
Hucka D.:
I didn’t!
Carr.:
Shhh. You’ll wake up the other two. I guess you’ve heard the grumblings. Rumblings, I mean.
Hucka D.:
Yes. In my sleep. And then when I awake.
(Spongeberg wakes up.)
Spongeberg:
Oh, hello Hucka. Didn’t hear you buzz in. Oh, the sleep thing. Good one Carrcassonnee. What did I miss?
Carr.:
Oh, we were just talking about Hucka Doobie’s new honey, weren’t we Hucka?
Hucka D.:
Sure.
Spongeberg:
Whatever happened to that Hurla Don’tbee? Heard she was a good ride.
Hucka D.:
Shut your trap.
Carr.:
… and the weather. We were talking about the weather weren’t we Hucka Doobie? The weather. The rumblings and the grumblings but mostly the grumblings. Rumblings I mean. Earlier, Hucka Doobie, Spongeberg and Baker Bloch and I were talking about the weather as well. We were speculating that real weather might even come to Collagesity now. Oh, and Spongeberg isn’t going to destroy the town. Isn’t that great news?
Hucka D.:
Absolutely.
Carr.:
Well good, you’re all 3 awake now. Splendid. Just remember what I said, Hucka D. About the you know whats.
Hucka D.:
The rumblings.
Carr.:
The rumblings. Yes. The rumblings.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Frank Park, Heterocera, Rubi, Whitehead Crossing
Collagesity Report
I’m heading to the beach tomorrow where I probably won’t be looking at Second Life and thought I’d give a report of the town before I leave.
First off, I’m having great fun revamping the World of Collage in the northwest corner of Collagesity. I’ll talk about that more when I get back.
The top floor of the diner is probably where town meetings will take place. Unless some other structure rises up in the meantime. Will such a meeting be held before the new year? Could be. Cardboard Derek Jones, for instance, is bugging me about returning House Greenup and its namesake collage series to the village. I’m not sure that’s the best idea, but it is an example of a topic we could debate.
I don’t think there’s any debate, however, that Baker’s new home is this one on the western edge of the town. He sits in his small study, taking in an angle of his beloved Rubi Woods. Will he rewrite the “8×5” at this location? But what about Home Orange? Will his father Space Ghost take his spot there? After all, it’s his original homestead according to Collagesity lore, at least when it was in Noru. So that’s something else the townspeople could talk about.
Baker sits on Meditation Knoll in the woods:
The House of Truth hasn’t yet been filled with information, like it was originally, I suppose, in Noru once more. But an older version of Noru — pre-Collagesity. Baker has more decisions to make concerning the interpenetration of Noru and Rubi mythologies, both going back quite a ways by now. Once again, the townspeople can help with decisions, and are probably required to do so.
Baker tests out his old table in Home Orange.
His view there. Hmmm….
To remind myself and also others, this was Baker’s home going back to Pietmond in 2010, I believe. LINK
Baker ponders what to put at the supposed weakspot of Collagesity, pointed out by Spongeberg, to stop up the energy leak. He thought of placing the de-eyed red-violet version of Carrcassonnee there, like it was before. LINK But maybe that’s what Spongeberg wants. Hmmm, again. Baker realizes he’ll probably have to do *something* about it before I go to the beach. He can’t place anything there without my help, can he?
He sits on the rock, thinking about this and enjoying the interesting shadows on the Red Umbrella gallery. He also hasn’t made a decision about what to put in the old Norum gallery beside it (to our right). There’s still lots to mull over concerning Collagesity’s future.
The bottom of the Kidd Tower needs working on.
—–
Hucka D.:
I’m back baker b.
bb:
Hi Hucka! Oh yes, it’s almost Christmas. I was suppose to ring you up on the 25th.
Hucka D.:
You will be indisposed, however. Did you enjoy analyzing the Boos series on your own? You did a great job. I told you you could do it. I stood out of the way because we’re… we are too familiar with each other by now. The reader, while perhaps still amused, had trouble cracking our secret language. [Delete name] was right about that, at least. But mainly he was a control freak. A smart control freak. There were many such people at the time, near the beginning of the Internet. He would freely admit this now too. If he had to do it over, he would accept other people’s opinion without question at times; let it stand. So there’s regrets there too. Like what he said about your Greenup series interpretation, which you also did on your own. I understand you’re taking that to the beach with you. Good choice. It is a good interpretation that needs more work. This is the Lime section of “Floydada”; I’m telling that for the reader.
bb:
Thank you for that. Yeah, I don’t know what to do with all those old [interpretation sections], beginning with “Floydada”.
Hucka D.:
Maybe you could hand it over to Cardboard Derek Jones. Let him work on it.
bb:
Possibility. But what of this weak spot found by Spongeberg?
Hucka D.:
He’s determined a place that the town could be destroyed. In the bigger picture, he doesn’t see the worth in it. He would point to not the *violence*, the misogeny, the *overlay* of Grand Theft Auto but, removing all that, just the *landscape*. Second Life is beyond dated. Yet you can still create galleries here. Once you can create galleries in another spot and build up another mythology you can begin to exit. But only at that point. When you die from Second Life, however, you die, because you can’t take it with you, and that includes Baker Bloch and all the rest of the avatars. Including me.
bb:
If I didn’t have the blog, it wouldn’t be worth it.
Hucka D.:
You must think about the next step. Spongeberg is right about that. Place the 2 hour plus film about the Grand Theft Auto landscape in the theatre at Collagesity Heights. Require the townspeople to view it before the meeting; take notes. Then we can make some initial remarks about the eventuality of moving Collagesity to another platform. You have to have a town, right?
bb:
Right.
Hucka D.:
It has to be tangible in a virtual sense.
bb:
Okay.
Hucka D.:
Then start planning. Not as much the particular *buildings* as what you would want from such a town, perhaps what you can’t have in the Second Life version of that town. Beyond the Rubi Woods. Beyond its attachment to the more ancient Sylver Forest. But write about that as well. Write about all of it before you leave. Because eventually, sometime, you will leave. Okay?
bb:
Alright Hucka D. That’s the biggest question of all right now for Collagesity, I guess. Where is it all heading?
Hucka D.:
Right. Goodnight to you. And Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I’ll see you more in the coming year.
bb:
Thanks again. Talk to you soon.
“This will have to do for now.”
3:35 AM: Insurance.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, GTA, Heterocera, Rubi
Carrcassonnee Moved
Two new, identical gazebos have appeared in Collagesity, both at the same height and same latitude. One is turned north and one south. The one facing north is Carrcassonnee’s new home — she approves. It’s been wedged between the Boos gallery and Castle Jack — tight but nice fit. Her former home, the TILE Temple, has been derezzed for now. A 2 prim city filler takes its place on the western edge of town.
—–
Carr.:
Tight but nice. Good evening Baker B.
bb:
Good evening Carrcassonnee. So you like your new home?
Carr.:
Tight but nice. Yes. The other gazebo, the one facing the opposite way, what do you make of it?
bb:
Thanks for asking. Well, it props up or gives the appearance of propping up the Kidd Tower formerly just floating in the air.
Carr.:
Oh it’s attached already. To Collagesity Heights. That’s the same as Comparative Heights. But you decided to not go down that road.
bb:
… of interpretation, yes. You only have so much room, and the reader is taxed already.
Carr.:
No. You can write even another analysis if you wish. I have a special guest.
bb:
Oh?
Hucka! Look at you. (pause) But you have two different types of shoes on.
Carr.:
He cannot talk now. He is talking through me. Hucka has taken an oath of silence.
bb:
Really? For how long?
Carr.:
For however long it takes.
bb:
Humph. This true Hucka? (no answer) Just checking. Well, there’s no seat for Hucka.
Carr.:
Hucka will stand. I just wanted you to know that he’s okay and that he’s still helping me.
bb:
Well, you missed a heck of an interpretation session, Hucka D.
Carr.:
He knows.
bb:
I hate for him to just stand there. And all silent and all. When did all this silence begin? He’s a chatty guy, you know.
Carr.:
I can answer for him. It began with the move. We cannot speak to Hucka as much now. He has helped you through years and years of intermediate creation. Now you are at a race for the finish. He has done his job well. You have known each other now since 2008. That’s 26 years.
bb:
Well, no it isn’t. But I’ve… it’s felt like Hucka’s been around that long.
Carr.:
He was there at the beginning of the blogs. I was too. He is Blinkerton. You took down the Blinkertons in the town diner.
bb:
Yes, I did. I’ll have to read up on all that Blinkerton to Hucka D. [soul] transferral again real soon. I might take the beginning part of the [Baker Blinker] blog to the beach in a couple of days. Charleston, I mean.
Carr.:
Great town. I was bourne there. Originally was a deity to the pirate Bluebird [Bluebeard], who sailed the seas just off the coast of Molly Beach.
bb:
Um, okay. But you might mean Bluebeard there.
Carr. (booming):
NO.
bb:
Um…
(Hucka D. seems to mutter something very low and very quick)
bb:
I thought Hucka D. said something there, Carrcassonnee.
Carr. (not booming now):
No. He is truly mute. But sometimes thoughts come through. You were picking up his thoughts.
bb:
Hucka D. is pointing to that painting of St. Lemon of Troy, Carrcassonnee. He’s trying to say something.
Carr.:
He’s saying: Pay attention to Lemon.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
