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Answer:
Green Thumb Rd. Master Gardener. To be continued?
Tag Archives: Wheeler Wilson^^+++++\@
00480311 (Tom tree (What lies behind the picket fence? Really?))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0311, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot
00480210 (dressed)
“I *can’t* believe I *found* you.” He was talking about the cans but also the girl. One and the same.
You didn’t, she thinks. Then rotates 90 degrees in 3 years and changes, DEMON forehead exposed for all to see from this angle.
“At least you got us a *real* soda this time to begin,” spat out his girlfriend-not-wife, once the love of his life but now fading in the distance. Only the littlest fox unites them still. Their son daughter.
(to be continued)
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00480209 (Home)
“I came into the parlour thinking: I wanted, like, 2 fish in a bowl at the center — navel. But Eddy, my Edward, if only in the future, poopooed the idea. You need to counter fish with birds, swim with flight. Else you’ll be stuck underwater, unable to gain perspective by reaching the land. He stared at me. I think I fell a little in love right then and there — a seed. It was the old proverb, you see.”
“Proverb?” I prompted.
“Yeah, fish in water — to the fish it’s like our air. They don’t understand the concept of water and that it’s below while air is above. Water just *is* for them… everything.”
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And so it was with Our Second Lyfe for me, at least up until photo-novel 41 and continuing into 42 and beyond. Now I have both up *and* down. Strengthened; reinforced. I actually appreciate it more now by contrast. It is what it is but that’s still saying a lot. It hasn’t been beaten back and broken down like I kind of expected. And I don’t think that’s going to happen.
The above shot is from the Navel Sink (aka Egg Hill Sink) at the exact center of the Corsica continent both in a north-south and east-west direction, once centered itself by what was called the Phish Bowl, a long term night club of some kind as I recall shaped like a giant fish tank. Gone but not forgotten: obvious foreshadowing for future developments in several ways.
I had a “friend” who lived in that center too. Sachie. Haven’t thought about her in a while.
(to be continued)
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00480116 (fallen)
He stared at the can, thinking about all the repercussions of what happened in UT recently. Some say he invented the object, but that was Can the character — different. And besides, [Pepi “Can” Kolya] had turned into Newt now, hadn’t he? (he thinks) Better. Able to smile and perhaps even laugh. A new centerpiece figure for the blog and attached photo-novels as a whole on the male side of things. Female? Well, still obviously dominated or ruled by Wheeler. Which reminds him… (STAND)
He’ll return to this Arang 32/225/94 seat for more thinking and pondering later. But for now he’s got to get to another 32/225 spot in a catty-corner sim to wait on daughter Alice, fresh from a land removed from such worries. Her lucky streak has just ended, though, he thinks. Wheeler was not *in* trouble but just trouble period. A little white lie sold to Alice so that she’ll come home and help him deal with her. She doesn’t like his red dress he got from the pawn shop, she doesn’t like the cans of bargain soda he brings home from the grocery store, she doesn’t like this that or the other thing. Difficult (!). Alice was always better than him with handling her moods. And now she’s coming back. Yes, little white lie justified. She’ll get over it soon enough.
“I guess I’ll just stand right in the middle of the road here so she can’t miss me,” he mutters when teleporting in to the second 32/225 of the day. “Just don’t hit me!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0116, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot, Utah
00480115 (another one of those Hana Leis)
“Yes, how are you doing Father?” One of them, she thinks privately, because there remains great doubt that this Dr. Mouse, originally Dr. *of* Mouse, could actually be the biological one. *Psychological*: yes. But Axis and the confirmed DNA tests — 2 of ’em — still looms large in the background. Greg Ogden without his copper toned hair, she also knows now. So strange.
Mouse answers. “Come *home*?” she utters about his request as she watches Chet take another dive under the waves. “But I like it *so much* here. No drama, no tension. Just surf and sun and fun.” Immediate reaction, but Alice also knew he was paying for all this. He could cut off the funds. She had to comply with his wishes. “2 more weeks?” she tried to bargain. Mouse answers. “2 *days*?”
“Your mother needs you,” Mouse explained as best he could now. She wasn’t dying or anything like that; she was just in trouble, he said. Trouble but not sick or dying or anything like that. What could it be? she ponders after the click that ended the call. 2 days. She’d have to say goodbye to the dogs. And rock’n surfer boy Chet out there. He couldn’t come along, she knew — started band practice in Caledonia day after tomorrow with the Andersons, bassist Karl and then little Sherwood on drums. Good with the hands Sherwood was on this rock music. And Karl at least looked good on Paper (their “hit” single). Run with Scissors they were called. And I believe we have former runner-of-a-diner Biff Carter as band manager to end that 4 part string. We’ll see if they actually show up again in this here blog and attached photo-novels or are a kind of hard to get, one-off joke like so many others of its type.
(to be continued)
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00480114
Ironically, the only bags she had to offer Mouse for totting his newly bought red dress home were trash too. She unceremoniously dumps the purchased dress inside, draws the likewise red strings, and hands the filled black plastic container over to him from across the counter. Although he struggles with carrying both the bag and the cane at once while walking out, she doesn’t offer to help, doesn’t even hold the front door open for him.
He trudgingly makes his way toward the now vacant Rat Hole establishment from the shop, wondering if his not wife but girlfriend — maybe — will enjoy the gift. Birthday, he ponders. 666 or thereabouts. Hard to forget. Demon inside her too to help him remember. Might as well be stamped onto her forehead.
Wheeler again of course.
Where is the old fool? she thinks after glancing again at her watch still on her arm.
Must rest now, he determined, catching his breath. Hope she f-ing likes it!
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00480113
“I guess it was inevitable you show up.” He pauses as he looks over at his oft-times wife, now a ratcatcher complete with backpack cage with a couple of rats in it already. But not of the right kind.
“Yeah, I was attracted by the literal version but disappointed. No one home.”
Earlier: *Knock knock knock.* “Hello?! Anybody here?!”
“Soo now… an actual hole,” said Newt. Both stared over at it, Ratcatcher (aka Wheeler) with her useless rat catching devices for the job and Newt with his useless fishing rod apparently, just slung under his shoulder for looks by the look of it.
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She waved goodbye to him but he was already gone. Too laggy for him to stay logged on too while she entered. But not the fault of the sim. Probably my modem or something. Router. Anyway… inside.
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Eventually she found CENTER.
And directly above — still at center, mind you — a pawn shop named Escape with a browser named not Rat but Mouse. Doctor too.
That might be it, she thinks while panning up and peering into it.
“How much for this red dress here?” Mouse asks Wanda the shop attendant, pointing toward the object with his cane to indicate desire per usual.
In synchronicity, she then spots a blood stained hand poking out from a split bag of trash.
(to be continued)
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00480111 (Rodentia!)
I don’t think there’s any mixing of words here. This place represents anti-establishment and anti-authority to the hilt! Witness this statue of a beheaded king straddling the corners of 4 sims, a centerpoint of focus. We must begin here to understand all else in the pretty huge metropolis which not only includes most of these 4 sims but spreads over a lot of 2 more as well. Much much larger than The Burg featured in section 03 from photo-novel 45; much larger than Nawt Vaya’s Juho, or Sunklands bordering Newtown, or even west coast NWES City probably, which I’ve considered the largest city of the Jeogeot continent until this point. We the Baker Family have our work cut out exploring this place and resolving its internal story. Might take a large part of a whole photo-novel this time instead of just a section. Maybe a whole one? Several? One way to find out — leap in again!
How did they know I was a stranger? thinks Wheeler.
(to be continued)
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00480110 (Juice)
We stuck around to hear Julee Cruise since, you know, when would we get the opportunity again? Since she was dead and all. Oft-times hubby Newt and I had polished off a couple of beers by then. I checked the watch now on my arm. 2:41 AM. Time to head home, though, I suppose. While we could make our way.
She sang one last time about the Tennessee dog and bird and we were away.
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00480108
The band was already playing when we walked to the bar counter, started asking loud questions over the noise. “Anyone here by the name of Tom?!” I began. “Maybe a doctor or something?!”
The bartender looked confused at first, as if attempting to process the request. His eyes rolled upwards a bit, then he said, “Tom, you say?!”
“Yeah!” I shouted back. “Maybe a doctor?!” I reinforced the second part.
“There was!… here, let’s go outside and I can talk better! Joe, hold down the bar for just a minute!” What appeared to be the barback — bartender’s assistant — didn’t look too happy, but then moved to a customer who had just approached the counter and took an order. He seemed to know what he was doing.
Outside we got a lot of information from Harry, who also told us that Tom was a Dick. Tom Cruise, as it turns out. Like Julee but different.
(to be continued)
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Sunklands 