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Strange, Incredible Flight of Hucka Doobie Bee, The January 31, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:40 pm

 

“Dearest Blinks,” January 22, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized,West End — baker Blinker @ 7:49 am

I am writing to you from Nightfield on the west end of Jeogeot. I know you aren’t inworld much any more, but I wanted to tell you that I believe Hucka Doobie has left us a virtual message, just like he did Violet this past summer. I am sending you a copy, so when you log in next time you’ll see — besides the amazingly annoying number of gallery notices I don’t know how you put up with, SMILE — this notecard; and also the prim Hucka Doobie gave me. Maybe he gave you the same map at the same time. Dunno. Have you spoken to him since England even, by chance?

Anyway, I don’t often find a functional writing desk where I can actually create notecards so I thought I’d take advantage of the opportunity. Hope you are doing well. Please write back!

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Quick additional note, Blinks: I forgot to add that the map Hucka Doobie gave me is the same one he gave Violet last year. It’s the one with “Goodnight” and “Violet” highlighted on it. As you will see there are now some additional villages highlighted, and in different colors from the original violet. The ones I want to specifically talk to you about are Sentinel and Dewey. In West End there’s a road called West Coast Road, which I’ve recently done a lot of poking around on. It begins in a sim called Dewey. If extended to the west coast, it would most likely end in a sim called Sentinel. This is what I think the map highlight means.

But the central town on this map is probably not Sentinel or Dewey, or Goodnight or Violet either. Instead it is Gold. As I’m writing this, I’m sitting just southeast of a blue-green pool of water that contains a double lidded chest on a tiny peninsula I believe represented the Crimean peninsula of Blue Earth. This has something to do with the golden fleece sought by Jason and the Hugonauts [sic]. It is the golden brick road at the beginning of the Stairway From Heaven. Did you know there was also a red road too there? Do you know what I’m talking about?

Whatever, I’ve found another type of narrow necked peninsula on West End in a different sim called Kusanagi, where the Secret Goldfish theatre use to be, now in Extropia. More gold; I was sitting in a sim precisely caddycorner to Kusanagi when our user baker b. found reference to this while researching the WWW for keyword “Jeogeot.” Not much came up, he said. Have you talked to him recently as well?

The meaning of Rex and Van on that map is unknown to me presently.

Again take care and write when you can. In fact I’ll just leave you a landmark to the very desk I’m writing from right now so that you can use it to write me back. As I said — rare opportunity — taking advantage of the ability to send notes.

Nightfield is an interesting place. Just last night I could have *swore* I heard the music of Marty in the distance, specifically a song called “Uncle Albert”? Do you know that one?

I miss our old conversations, Blinks. Heck, I miss Hucka Doobie even though our user talks to his soul entity [in] the Blue Earth blog all the time. *Please*… write me back. We need to talk. I want to show you what I’ve found here on West End if possible. I need to see you again is all. Together we are Britonia. baker b.

I’m worried about Hucka Doobie.

Hopefully we’ll be talking very soon,

Yours in heart,
Baker Bloch

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Baker puts down the feather pen. He teleports up to the terrace and looks over the rail once again, down to the blue-green pool and the 2 lidded chest full of gold bullion. He sees the seal as well. Gray Seal… Yellow Brick Road [which is also a Red Brick Road]. Even the monolith, it appears and as he is thinking about it now, from the 2001: A Space Odyssey movie. It’s almost a tableau in and of itself, like the ones he just visited in the West End Hills at the Prog Rock Museum. IT IS SYNCHRONICITY.

He misses Baker Blinker. Maybe they should have gotten married after all, despite what their user said. Why did Hucka Doobie send him the map? Was he saying goodbye to him, and perhaps Blinks as well, through the map, like he said goodbye that night to Violet [Baker Bloch himself never saw Violet again]?

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https://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2010/05/27/meddletown-etc/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rex_Van_de_Kamp#Rex_Van_de_Kamp

 

Pietmond Sister City Search, Part 1 January 19, 2011

Filed under: Pietmond,Pietown (rl town) — baker Blinker @ 6:30 pm

In a renewed effort to find a sister city to Pietmond now that Teepot can no longer serve in that capacity, I’ve expanded the search to include real life places. 1st up is small but colorful and history rich Pie Town, New Mexico, with an obvious name resonance going on.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pie_Town,_New_Mexico

http://flamboyantstudios.com/

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history-archaeology/pietown.html?c=y&page=2

I’ll keep you posted how it goes.

Further questions: What can Pie Town give to Pietmond? How can Pietmond help Pie Town?

establishment of psychic connection

 

Reflection Time… January 18, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 9:26 pm

“After 52,351 posts, Hucka D., I think it’s time to call it quits. California is no more, New York is part of Canada, and Spain and Portugal share, once again, a single peninsula. So much under the bridge since it began way back, when was it, 2018?”

Hucka D. (husky, older voice):

2008.

bb:

And look at you. The bee part of you makes you age much [faster] than me during the same time span. How much longer do you have, really?

Hucka D.:

Dead Bee Walking. But I can still talk to you after death. I didn’t want to tell you this until it is over but…

bb:

The world ended and I didn’t know it?

Hucka D. (coughs, wheezes):

Not quite. It ends today. Type away my friend for it is the last words you will type. We have about 35 minutes.

bb:

Spiffbook has made us both rich, er, entities, Hucka D. Edna is off on a book tour again. Spiffy Jr. is in jail for bug possession once more, but jail isn’t what it use to be. Really, you’re better off in there than out here!

Hucka D.:

So many people in jail. Really, we’re the ones on the inside if you think about it fast and hard. But we’re mostly bug free now. I hate gnats (coughs).

bb:

Me too. Good riddance.

Hucka D.:

And the children — mostly gone too. I’d say the same about them but that makes up most of our readership these days. Since there’s even fewer of the grownups around.

bb:

All you see, yeah — children. But not many of them since they’re so few people around, period.

Hucka D.:

My eyes are sore (rubs eyes). I can’t see the blackboard any longer. What are my next lines?

bb (turns around to look):

Let’s see. You say, “and there’s no place like home, no place like home.” Just kidd’n, it’s just a note about talking about birds next.

Hucka D:

Oh, right (wheeze). Dino-birds. What the f– were those pseudoscientists thinking when they mutated the emus with dino DNA? Sometimes they top 30 feet now. Look, there’s one now, way down there by the town’s water source (points out window). See its head bobbing up and down? That’s what they called progress? Bring back the dinos — great idea.

bb:

Wasn’t the best in retrospect, no.

Hucka D.:

I saw 3 people eaten last week alone. I’m not as nimble as I was even last year; I’m fair game!

bb:

So we have 25 minutes.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Doesn’t matter now.

bb

At least Hurla Dontbee’s real now. Thanks to the Inanimate Civil Rights Movement.

Hucka D.:

Yeah some of them can move real good now. Let’s say sack time involves much less sleep in the last 7 years.

bb:

That long, huh?

Hucka D.:

You remember that game called Second Life, where it all started? Remember how I found Hurla Dontbee there.

bb:

Yeah, of course I remember. We use to explore continents together there. What was that one town’s name. Chinbo. Nah, I don’t think that’s it.

Hucka D.:

And Pratfall… wasn’t that it? The place where Doris Day came back from the dead to celebrate Boxing Day.

bb:

That was after Second Life ended. All the coffins flew open for a while. Talk about property law problems. Eventually everything was turned over to the Martians.

Hucka D.:

Yeah, that was probably all for the best, even though they were on the side of the dinosaurs by that time. Sorry, dinos. I know you don’t like the word dinosaurs.

bb:

I never said that.

Hucka D.:

Yes. And then the cars were outlawed, but we all could run up to 60 mph so it didn’t matter. And food became stale all at once all over the world. So we had to learn how to do without that as well. Tough, transition times. But the Martians turned out not so bad after they apologized for the dino pact mistake. Hubert IV made a pretty decent world dictator.

bb:

We have about 15 minutes.

Hucka D.:

No. Five. We better end, actually, now.

bb:

Goodbye Hucka D. It was nice knowing you.

Hucka D.:

Same here. Let’s hold hands now to end it all.

bb:

That simple, eh? Holding hands.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

(they hold hands)

 

Misc.

Filed under: Sunklands,West End — baker Blinker @ 11:30 am

Sin City, Mount Owen sim, is no more, but, perhaps queerly, there’s still a type of sim sized city there, albeit mainly empty for now. Baker sits in Club Underground at its northwest corner, about the only establishment that seems finished in any way, shape, form. Interesting that a Beatles poster is prominently displayed on the wall behind where Baker is sitting. Or not.

The next night Baker runs across the Prog Rock Museum in Kazzkark while exploring around the West End Hills.

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kazzkark/233/6/126

The picture below finds him enjoying a Tales from the Topographic Ocean themed panorama, one of the many tableaus on the property. Nice; this album has always numbered among Baker Bloch’s user’s very favorites.

Overhead shot of the museum.

Back in Pietmond. Baker sadly wonders how long it will last. He’s worried that his Second Life existence may be coming to an end soon, at least the most active phase. Is he wrong to fret so much? Maybe just a bit of a SL break is needed.

But it’s tough now to *remember* what went on before the full impact introduction of virtual reality.

The quick emergence of Sin City as a past/present/future influence seems an omen, a portent. I’m not sure the Sunklands sinks, even headed by a healthy, operational Otaki Gorge and Pietmond, can successfully contain this grossly felt gravity.

I feel dragged down, defeated. I must walk the labyrinth more. I must believe that Pietmond will keep on keeping on. I must.

 

Mow mow mow your moat January 17, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 10:43 am

“You know, I hate Facebook, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

‘Cept when you *love* it.

bb:

My line!

Hucka D.:

Sorry (turns red). We must, sorry again…

bb:

We must keep going. Gold. Alchemical endpoint. American Peninsula, as we know now. Ranug de Naumble — Chest of Names. Two lidded… eyes. I, I. Pirates, maybe. Black Coast or Black Sea. I was there and I looked exactly like Frank Zappa!

Hucka D.:

No. You were here. With me. All the time. That’s what I told the police just a minute ago when you were upstairs taking a bath.

bb:

Thanks for that. Frank’s a bud, though. Right?

Hucka D.;

He has agreed to partake in the Sunklands experiment yes. Mostly for Edna, not you. Sorry (hides bee face in protection).

bb:

You don’t think I’d belt you for that do you, Hucka D.?

Hucka D. (uncovering face):

Oh, of course not. I was just protecting a coming sneeze [from you] (then he sneezes loudly; obvious forgery).

bb:

We must get serious. American Peninsula. Gold endpoint which may also be red endpoint. I thought of the gold and red yellow brick road, for it is obviously both.

Hucka D.;

I was sipping coffee and staring at the fog. What gall darn road?

bb:

Let me give you a picture to illustrate…

bb:

You see? It’s both yellow and red to begin with.

Hucka D. (reading over my shoulder; funny voice):

“In the 1939 film, a red brick road can be seen starting at the same point as the yellow brick road but going in a different direction. This road does not exist in the books.” Well I’ll be. Hmph.

bb:

Where does it go?

Hucka D.:

That may be the most important question ever asked anywhere. In any universe real or imaginary. Realmagined.

bb:

Do you have some sort of clue?

Hucka D.:

Omaha… wait, Ockraco… no. Wiltshire.

bb:

England, then.

Hucka D.:

What’s yellow and red, and yellow-and-red all over? One white horse equals all white horse. Horses. Horses need roads, right?, especially a horse that is multiple in and of itself. Themselves.

bb:

I suppose we better bring Pietmond on in to add his side. Pietmond??

Hucka D.:

He had to mow lawns while the moon was full. In Birmingham. England.

bb:

A town mowing a lawn?

Hucka D.:

Grassy is helping, yes. But Pietmond keeps mowing him down, telling him he’s too small and stumpy to be of much use.

bb:

In the mowing.

Hucka D.:

Yes (pause).

bb:

So how’s Grassy doing? Besides the whole being mowed down thing.

Hucka D.:

He’s fine. He got out of West Virginia.

bb:

You mentioned that before. He’s still your arch-enemy, isn’t he?

Hucka D.:

Never.

bb:

But he’s like your Facebook to me.

Hucka D.:

Ummmmm….

 

Jeogeot Art Line? January 15, 2011

Filed under: Jeogeot Chilbo,Jeogeot Continent,Sunklands,West End — baker Blinker @ 8:52 pm

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(joined in progress)

“Is Sin City, then, Las Vegas?”

Hucka D.:

Well… Clark is a rather common name for a county. But: yes.

bb:

Let’s see. I’m checking wikipedia and there are 12. And then 5 more Clarke counties, with the “e” at the end of Clark.

Hucka D.:

Still…

bb:

What does it mean?

Hucka D.:

You tell me.

bb:

Well, I think it is an electric projection of Chilbo from present to past, as we discussed.

Hucka D.:

Queen City. Queen, yes.

bb:

And that it also represents a cubic block of red information, like Jasper perhaps, or coated with Jasper.

Hucka D.:

Jasper caddy-corner to Clark, yes.

bb:

And Pietmond would be a partial remedy. A town sent… a town… a tow… atom. Pietmond atom.

Hucka D.:

Pietmond is an atom, yes. The smallest and the largest at once. In one. Like Casey and Darwin far apart in Illinois, as far apart as you can get, and then as close as you can get in Minnesota [for same]. This is the atom, yes. Pluto. Sub-atomic, even. No, just an atom, the smallest. A town sent. Teepot was a town sent by Pietmond, is all. That’s why it was expendable.

bb:

Thanks for that. I have a feeling sin is my use of illegal elements for the Art 10×10, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

True enough, we’ll see. Say.

bb:

I am Red Man because of this.

Hucka D.:

You are Jasper. You are Jack. A religion pit but beyond. TILE. 4. 4n1. Foreign One.

bb:

Because I am also Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

Pietmond is *you* but you are not Pietmond.

bb:

Because others are involved.

Hucka D.:

Each space of Pietmond has its backstory. Norum didn’t come from the fact that there’s really no room within for a practical exhibit.

bb:

Because there is.

Hucka D.:

It is what it is in hyperspace-time. But the reaction to this is: Red Man. There goes Red Man. He does not belong with me. He is different. Red Man. Jasper Red Man, but that’s more your line.

bb:

Thanks. Jasper Red Man, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

The Art 10×10, after all, comes from the Writing 10×10. I would readily admit I’m not a steady, practicing artist, Hucka D. Obviously I’m more a writer at this time. In the past I was more a musician, but that’s been gone a pretty long time.

Hucka D.:

You became a writer with the [Writing] 10×10. You are a writer. You are a work in progress writer but still a writer. Where are we on that?

bb:

But that’s part of the red block that is Sin City.

Hucka D.:

Yes. *Your* Sin.

bb:

And then I was thinking when getting up about the action of the 6 sinks against this central “evil”, shall we say. Turning Sinlands into Sinklands and then just Sunklands.

Hucka D.:

Skinlands before as well. Naked and shivering they were. St. Lemon came ’round and said, this is not right. You shouldn’t be playing golf around these holes with no clothes on and your naughty bits all exposed and such. And so plaid was born as a primary golf fabric. The tree was cut down. You couldn’t see the tree for the Woods, and so forth. Jack. Jack was gone, man.

bb:

Jack was Red Man as well in the Wall of Ass.

Hucka D.:

We saw enough ass in those days to last a realginary amount of time.

bb:

There’s that word again (!)

Hucka D.:

Realginary, yes. The primary atom of Second Life. Red Man. Realgimary. Can’t resolve apart. Casey and Darwin. Pietmond.

bb:

Smallest becomes the largest?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Realginary.

bb:

I’m trying to take all this in… WES…

Hucka D. (interrupting (because he can)):

Sunklands is covered in red now, like a blood tablecloth. Red Man. Ao… Oa. But it’s just a tablecloth and easily removed. It’s all just putting one thing on top of another. But from the outside, from one perspective: this is what has happened. You might as well be a newspaper or an embarrassed skunk, see.

bb:

I don’t suppose inviting [delete name] to exhibit in Pietmond would be a good idea.

Hucka D.:

Not really, no. And he knows it as well. You’ve already agreed to this. In Realgination-land.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

You must see the limits of Pietmond. Its limits are the limits of Clark. You have Casey on one side in SoSo and Darwin on the other in the Underground. But really they are west and east, and then center as well if you shrink, shrink, shrink and attempt to eradicate/reduce to nothingness. But you can’t because the smallest avatar, the atom, is 1/4 meters high, as you know now from contacts within Ratcliff Court. Where are we on that?

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bb:

And then there’s the idea, realginary idea I suppose, that the peninsula with WES on it was not called “Crime” but “America” (!).

Hucka D.:

Yes (!) Linking Jeogeot to America directly. Crimea is America. Anagram of.

bb:

But this obviously has to do with America’s Art Line, then, as well. On the 39 degree latitude line. Like Jasper County itself.

Hucka D.:

Illinois, yes. Caddy-corner to Clark there, true. Casey and Darwin. Ernst… collager. Martin. Moonshine.

bb:

Then Sin City must be Cincinnati as well, Queen City after all. Cin = sin, as my friend Flynn has been speculating on.

Hucka D.:

Among other things. Cincinnati is Black Heart. Black Rose. Red Heart Black Heart Rose Heart.

bb:

Cincinnati’s baseball team is the Reds.

Hucka D.:

What does this tell you?

bb:

Electrical discharge, like with certain crop circles. Along a line. Electric line. WES is involve, then, as well. On what we know now is the America peninsula.

Hucka D.:

And so you know what happened in WES. The agreement.

bb:

Between Jeogeot and America?

Hucka D.:

Between Jeogeot, Wazob and America, yes. (pause) Conference. Yalta. End of War. 3rd becomes 4, man.

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So here’s Baker Bloch back at the Nightfield house that may have been the very place where the agreement between 3 superpowers was made. Four? The double lidded chest on the island that we know now represents the Crimea peninsula is directly below, perhaps left behind on purpose as a sign. That the bridge over this same small pool appears sometimes as red and other times as gold is another pointer toward the alchemical gold at the end of the stairway to heaven, which is also red through the rubedo, the final stage of the alchemical process. Red Lion lies just next door to Nightfield, with a gold lion holding a shield with a red lion at the entrance to its largest structure.

 

A Crime. January 14, 2011

Filed under: Beetles, The,Hucka D.,Lemmon,Marty,Residents, The,Uncategorized,West End — baker Blinker @ 8:02 am

“Hucka D., we either go further into the depths of the Crime Peninsula — bad name, don’t you think? — or we back away now and try something else.”

Hucka D.:

Try something else. Or not.

bb:

There’s just not much of an energy base to talk about Jeogeot on my own.

Hucka D.:

You can always return to Sunklands. That’s you home, after all. Home away from home.

bb:

Something about West End, though. Marty, of course, and The Beetles as a whole.

Hucka D.:

How did the “R” of Ringo shift to the back of the name to make Ingor?

bb:

I guess that’s the whole, variant process, Hucka D. Like George Harrison there was called George Harris’ Son.

Hucka D. (listing them out):

So there’s Marty — McCartney; Lemon, he’s Lennon; then the two I just mentioned. We just mentioned. And they played in WES.

bb:

Yes. We have pictures as proof. From 2007.

Hucka D.:

Can I see one?

bb:

I suppose so. I can dig one or two up real quick. Suppose the creator won’t mind at this late date.

Hucka D.:

Is that Ingor playing the drums there? He looks very red. Like a Red Man red.

bb:

I think that’s just the guy who took the picture. Stefano Sternberg… interesting name in itself, since there’s a Sternberg city nearby. Here’s another picture of WES by the same guy:

bb:

Now a question becomes: Is this the same city as West End Shipping? We know it is WES. (pause). Ahhh, we have Stefano caught in a Chilbo t-shirt here, Hucka D. (!)

bb:

And it looks like he may have owned a place called the Berlin Bar in Mujigae in Greater Chilbo. But it [Chilbo] would have been quite a young place in Spring 2007 still, the time the bar seemed to have opened. (pause) Furthermore, it looks like he checked out The Cavern in WES just before this bar opened, Hucka D. Perhaps it served as some sort of inspiration. (pause to look at more snapzilla photos) That’s about all I’m getting out of this, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Have you figured out what happened yet?

bb:

In WES?

Hucka D.:

WES, yes. WES.

bb;

One thing: I was just thinking tonight it’s about as far away from Chilbo on Jeogeot you can get in both a physical and spiritual way, yet now I know there’s a direct connection through Stefano and The Cavern/Berlin Bar.

Hucka D.:

Center becomes West. West becomes Center.

bb:

Maybe WES was becoming a rival to Chilbo. Maybe Chilbo didn’t like it. Maybe they took care of The Beetles.

Hucka D.:

The Beetles were in trouble, true.

bb:

Maybe this is about urban areas of Jeogeot, like WES, like Chilbo… like Sternberg for that matter, where Little Robert Plant Variant supposedly got his musical start.

Hucka D.:

Interesting name, as you said. Why were all attracted to Sunklands?

bb:

I believe it was indicated that Plant and The Beetles were invited into Sunklands.

Hucka D.:

*Everyone* was invited. WES, Sternberg, Chilbo… everyone. It was a central watering hole. Center becomes North, South, East, West. Compass directions. All in Sunklands. Sink in.

*****

bb:

Sunklands was a way to preserve the past. Ancients.

Hucka D.:

It’s not The Beetles. It’s The Residues.

bb:

Variant Residents band (?)

Hucka D.:

Two WES’, superimposed on top of each other. Two lidded, if you wish.

bb:

Band on the Run?

Hucka D.:

Yes, on the run. Marty should have seen it coming. Another Beetles on top of the other Beetles. It was his dream to start over in 1970 and do the bar circuit again. He couldn’t do it in Real Life — he came here. Split occurred. But in order to do this he had to make an agreement with The Residues.

bb:

I’m getting confused over the role of all these bands. Sternberg, in that snapshot above, played drums in WES and pretended he was Ringo.

Hucka D.:

Sternberg was Ingor. Red Man.

bb:

Sewing out tunes? Penny Lane/Strawberry Fields?

Hucka D.:

Bee-tles. McCartney. Lennon. Wisconsin, Florida. You must return.

bb:

Thank you.

 

Crime Peninsula?

Filed under: West End — baker Blinker @ 7:55 am

A central bus stop in West End Shipping (aka WES).

Baker looks down from a neighboring house to the blue-green pool with the 2 lidded crate talked about elsewhere in this blog recently.

A look at the entire sim of Nightfield using a long draw distance. For some reason the neighboring sims wouldn’t rez in this, er, night — meaning?

Shot of blue-green pool and house Baker is sort of camped out at now.

Baker decides to explore the neighborhood on foot, and soon runs across a red lion in the sim of Redlion at the entrance to a privately owned castle.

Nice seaside residence in Barsoom, just west of Redlion (in turn, just west of Nightfield).

Air dice. Baker tries to roll but can’t.

Yet another building in West End as a whole owned by the United States of America USA or United States of America SL group, this being in Dreamtime (south of Redlion). Admittedly I’m unsure of what all of it means yet, but I promise to do more research. I know that the groups has created a large city in West End previously unmentioned in this blog, but noted by other Jeogeot explorers such as ujiyasu, and also chronicled in Dahlia Jayaram’s The Great Balloon Adventure: Jeogeot, specifically pages 16-20 of that online publication.

Baker gets pretty excited upon seeing this building perched on top of Cute and Punk designs in Cimmeria (below Nightfield), thinking it reads “Westville Hospital”. However as he moves closer the name resolves into West*nile*, not Westville. Probably not some kind of remnant of ancient WES, then, or connected in any way to West End Shipping he doesn’t suppose. Still, a worthy mistake to note, which may turn out to be connected to the serendipity web of West End at any rate upon further review.

Back in West End Shipping itself, Baker is disappointed that this backdoor entrance isn’t functional. Only one way into town when walking, then, and its on the opposite side of where he is now.

Nice view of West End land in Armon Gill and points east from an unfinished, open building on the east end of Ezquerra. Could this be Baker’s new squatting spot?

 

West End History Bit: Extropia’s Goldfish January 13, 2011

Filed under: West End — baker Blinker @ 4:36 am

http://core.extropiacore.net/Secret_Goldfish

The Goldfish is a centre for all things filmic and fanciful, taking direct inspiration from First Life 1940s blends of art deco and Hollywood cinema. The building existed outside of Extropia once under the same name in a small region of Kusanagi, Jeogeot known as Shirow Street. The design of the cinema hasn’t changed much since this first incarnation, and it’s the board’s memories of this place which fostered the idea of transferring it to Extropia.

Kusanagi is a sim in West End just north of the West Coast Road, and, in fact, is caddycorner to the sim Baker Bloch was sitting in at the time his user’s discovery of the Goldfish-Jeogeot link quoted above. Making it doubly odd, I suppose. I promptly sent Baker over to Kusanagi to explore. More reporting soon on that, perhaps.

I’ll have to study up on Extropia more, now.

Oh… and we have here another West End-gold link as well. 🙂