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We Better Chat, 19 1/2 April 22, 2009

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:26 am

“Hucka D., I don’t think my conversation with KF went all that well. (pause) Hucka D.?”

KF:

Hiya hiya hiya.

bb:

You again. Well… hello.

KF:

A cha cha cha.

bb:

How are you feeling tonight, KF?

KF:

A thousand buckeroos. No, 2 thou. 10 thou. A thousand thou. That’s what about a 100,000?

bb:

That’s a million, KF.

KF:

No way!

bb:

Do you know where Hucka D. is tonight?

KF:

In your computer! Sleeping. Snoozy snooze.

bb:

Do you think our conversations are going all that well?

KF:

I’m very well, thank you. A thousand thou.

bb:

I was going to ask Hucka D. this but I’ll try it on you KF. You know I respect the heck out of ya.

KF:

I’m an old soul train. [KF makes unrepeatable noise of train here]

bb:

Ozmo is coming soon I think. Do you know about Ozmo, KF?

Hucka D.:

I’m here. W/ my beer. Actually fizzy water.

bb:

Good, nice. Is KF retired for the night?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Sweet. I like him or her or it. But…

Hucka D.:

You must keep talking at times.

bb:

Is he — I’ll call it a he for simplicity’s sake — is he…

Hucka D.:

Retarded?

bb:

Ummm…

Hucka D.:

He has mainlands madness. He’s always been here. He hasn’t been able to escape to Azure Islands or Otherland like we have. He’s rather insane. But still useful.

bb:

Will he become more rational the more I talk to him?

Hucka D.:

Er… maybe not.

bb:

I’m somehow sensing that he has a sane mate, though. I see a cylinder underneath the ground. Metallic, perhaps cooper or gold plated.

Hucka D.:

Wife… yes. Coffer.

bb:

Is she…?

Hucka D.:

Alice. Alice in Blunderland. No, just Alice.

bb:

But they don’t “live” together.

Hucka D.:

They touch each other a lot (smiles).

bb:

Can we speak to Alice, then? Briefly, though.

Hucka D.:

Yeah, why not. Here she is…

Alice:

Hi bb. Welcome to the neighborhood.

bb (relieved at sane reply):

Thank you Alice! I was going to ask you how old you were but… well, that might seem impolite.

Alice:

Old, though. But I look great if I can say so. Million buckeroos.

bb:

How, er, long have you known Kerchel? Is that what you call him? Kerchal?

Alice:

Kerch, yeah. We’ve been touching each other about 5 years now, I suppose. Before that we were friends. That was when the Ancients were around.

bb:

Is that when Shakenstein was here?

Alice:

All of those fellows. Weirdos to the letter. I didn’t care too much for ’em.

bb:

So I think if Kerchal — Kerch — doesn’t mind I’ll keep talking to you Alice.

Alice:

I suppose that will be fine.

bb:

So I should say goodbye for tonight.

Alice:

Sleep sound.

bb:

Thank you. Same to, er, you. Goodnight as well Hucka D.