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The Dunne Deal Peter February 13, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 9:50 am

Santa Satan steals Peter Dunne’s Duke. Martin sings Guy Lombardo and wings it. Taunt, Duke, taunt.

Forest awaits birth of Peter. Wings it Martin post from. 9 to 8. Eerie Erie rings blue and black. Pieholder.

A lemon-lime pie with mustard martins oranges on top. Oleanistantinople.

Hucka D.’s Comments:

Ere will Peter sing the blues purples, eh? Waiting for Santa Satan he hear shall see speak thee openly Oleanistantinople.

I ask: how forest open will duth dunn he speaketh thru, eh?

Hucka D.:

He ere will speaketh me duth dunn peter good oleanistantinope where are my big e f g’s. Good. Peter. Stantinople. Olean. Is. Ere?

*****

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To Blackmount, 02

Filed under: Jeogeot Continent,Sunklands,TILE — baker Blinker @ 9:37 am

Still in Arrowtown, a breeding pen for ozimals, including, yes, rabbits. Especially rabbits it seems, maybe mainly rabbits. Maybe even exclusively rabbits — hard to tell from just the various sites I’ve scanned. Ah, I think I get it. The wittle bunnie wabbit is Ozimals initial entry into the virtual AI pet industry in Second Life.

I couldn’t detect any rabbits nibbling around in this particular spot, though. Maybe they haven’t been adopted yet?

Anyway, as fellow explorer Nish Mip emphasized to me, it’s best to follow the rabbits, so letting the pen act as a pointer of sorts, Ol’ Biking Baker skirts it to continue onwards.

In Hauwai northwest of Arrowtown now, Baker, using distance viewing, spots this conglomeration of similar, small shops whose coned tops are tinted the 4 colors of TILE. The appearance of these primary hues in such an obvious relationship always piques the interest of Baker Bloch, or anyone else in the extended Bakers family I happen to inhabit at the time (Karoz, Hucka Doobie, Baker Blinker, Wilsonia Foxclaw, and so on).

Unfortunately, as Karoz continues to check behind Baker Bloch today, the Hauwai sim is offline for some reason, and so further reporting on the matter will have to wait until later.

In Morton Mains, Baker is strangely tempted by a sign to pull a Jack Nicklaus and shed his spacely garb. He quickly shakes the thought from his mind, thankfully, and continues onward, still fully clothed. Perhaps the sign is some sort of remnant from the days when most of Sunklands was inhabited by heathen nudists, before the far-reaching influence of St. Lemon of Troy and the introduction of Ray the brainard into Big Sink, affecting the weather of the area in an adverse way (so the legend goes). The nudists had to finding clothing and find it quick! And along the way they also found God, or at least St. Lemon’s version of Him/Her/It.

At the cone structures now. Masks are sold inside. Masks cover the face; clothings cover the body. Probably means nothing, though.

OK, Karoz finds the Hauwai sim online again, and goes to check the parcel: called Mickey’s Place.

Nice window tiles! Hmmmm… tiles, TILE…

Baker sitting in a nearby park devoted to psychological healing. Karoz checks to find it is called Sunshine Therapy Garden. The land description:

Empower your personal growth with one on one consults, fireside discussions and self-reflection in a lovely natural garden. We have Tai Chi, Yoga, Piano, Rebirthing therapy, Virgin Mary chapel, Spa, Massage, Soundbowls, Chakra meditation

Sounds like a nice place to hang.

Unfortunately, Baker finds the Garden a bit too laggy, perhaps caused by the many scripts in the area. Taking the hint from a trapping dead end, he decides to call it quits for the night and teleports back home to Pudding Hill and Sunklands Central.

A car with a British flag decortating its top is found travelling west on the road in front of the Sunklands Central house when Baker returns. Heading to the Aotearoa sim, then; in a recent post Hucka D. pairs Aotearoa with Britain in a comparison of Sunklands sinks and world counties. Again: probably just chance.

 

To Blackmount, 01

Filed under: Big Sink,Carrcass+1,Lill Burn Valley,Sunklands — baker Blinker @ 9:36 am

Baker starts at the Edwardston Station Gallery in Pudding Hill and bikes north. Intended goal: Blackmount Sink. He doesn’t quite make it but he at least gets close.

Below shows view into Big Sink from near northwest corner of Pudding Hill. This would be looking down into the now empty lands of Craggen Maw.

Then not far away, in Wetas, Baker finds the Blue Rose Investigations team’s home base. Unfortunately the land is not accessible to such an advertised establishment, perhaps itself a blue rose mystery (!)

I couldn’t help but take a peak inside the Team BRI headquarters. More blue on their computer screen, but water instead of plant.

And we know from the Big Sink code* that blue rose is code itself for Blue Orchid by the White Stripes. In the song, the phrase “you took a white orchid and turned it blue” is repeated several times, including at the end where the song dramatically cuts off after the last “blue.”**

I’ll have to remember to ask Hucka D. about Team BRI, then.

And while in the area, Baker had to check on the “Wild Bills”, two steaming bullets named Bill found his Big Sink roamings about a month ago, I suppose. Still there, along with the perhaps mysterious green cone and accompanying pink pig surrounded by pink particle effects. Baker’s almost positive this tableau has something to do with Hucka D.’s repeated reference to The Bill in this blog.

Ahhh… as Karoz is checking behind Baker’s exploring from the other day, he’s finding that teleporting directly into the related parcel, “Leaves of Light,” brings him to a beautiful skybox cathedral. I promise to send Baker Bloch back here asap for more reporting!

Yet another establishment in Wetas, and another skybox. Since this is abandonded land accoring to the parcel description, Baker decides to head inside for a spell. Nice view, but not his style of hangout.

Standing on the pink pig…

… before leaving Wetas after crossing a 4096 parcel owned by the great Felix Meritis, owner of the Lill Burn Valley sink. In the Arrowtown sim now (below), Baker bikes beside an outlying structure of his vast monestary complex. That should be the subject of a whole ‘nother set of blog posts, really. Soon!

Lill Burn Valley from Arrowtown.

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* I’ll explain more about the Big Sink code soon in this blog.
** The related video, called the 13th scariest video of all time in a Yahoo! poll, can be found here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKntY8WkNYQ

 

Resolution…

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 7:19 am

So I’m most definitely getting rid of the Aotearoa property of mine now dear reader or readers. Have already deleted both the Big E Gallery and the Blue Feather Gallery on the property, along with all ground structures — all structures period, actually, except for the giant map of the US in the sky. Hoping that will show up on the SL maps before I have to delete it on Monday, when my rent totally runs out.*

It was a final tug of war between Aotearoa and Pudding Hill, and the latter won out. I’m keeping, obviously, the 2 parcels in Pudding Hill (I had to give up a 3rd one I held there several weeks ago), and also the one 1024 on Yd Island. I’ve definitely downsized, as my Christmas money runs out. But it’s more than a money thing, it’s an attention thing. I just didn’t have the energy to attend both locations in Sunklands — it was always one or the other.

But I realize that the tug of war mirrors a more ancient one between the same two locations, framed as “Big Sink versus the rest of Sunklands, or what I’ve called Santa versus the Easter Bunny.

Let’s bring in Hucka D. and whomever else to speak with now. “Hucka D.?”

Hucka D.:

Howdy. Inchy poo waddily winkie oh. Rechid.

bb:

You’re not Hucka D. Are you?

unk.:

Rechid fantaly winkie poo oblong sinatra fashione realigy farside obliato rigily wanson.

bb:

Unknown, is Hucka D. around?

unk:

Airshot winkie boblo willie ran stigiletio rinki earheardkib rinki (pause) rinkily.

bb:

Is he doing some ironing?

unk:

Rinkily…

Hucka D. (jumping in):

I’m here. Yes… ironing. Middle game.

bb:

Nice to speak with you tonight Hucka D. Who was that we were speaking with? Sounded like Petemond.

Hucka D.:

Close!

bb:

I’m in the center of, not Sunklands, but Big Sink now anyways.

Hucka D.:

We are pleased and we are sad. We saw this coming. Obliartigo.

bb:

Hmmm.. do you wish to speak about Petemond tonight, then, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

You will head to the Blackmount sim to celebrate your seeming victory. I cannot come; I have some puttering around to do here. St. Nick is already working on many things to say to you now that you’ve chosen his path. He created it. Diversion. Out of virtual reality. (pause) Into the center and then out the same. Back to Wazob, to Sharon. Jeogeot does not quite equal Wazob to him, baker b. He still has ties to the latter.

bb:

He seems to be a stronger personality than Peter or St. Lemon or Ned of Barton — see, he is (more) diffuse.

Hucka D.:

No. Just not as obvious.

bb:

So I follow the path of St. Nick of Barkley.

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause) As was written.

bb:

In the Big Book of Lies and so forth.

Hucka D.:

Go forth to your Blackmount sink and we will talk back soon.

bb:

I have a feeling you want to say more about that sink.

Hucka D.:

Yes. (pause) Goodnight.

bb:

Thank you.

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* Er, that didn’t work so well. 🙂