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“Gene Fade… April 13, 2012

Filed under: Table, The,Toy Avatars,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 5:46 am

… wants to start gathering movie ideas as soon as possible, Hucka… I forgot: he went home.

Gene Fade:

Yeah? Thanks.

bb:

Hi Gene. Mr. Fade.

GF:

“Fade to Moss,” a working title[ mind you].

bb:

Gene do you know Grassy? Well, of course you do. What movie ideas do *you* have?

GF:

I see me attempting to contact Karoz through the computer screen. I tap on the screen and Karoz responds but maybe doesn’t see me. He is trapped in Second Life still. Your Second Lyfe. He is not fulfilling his function[ as walker of Granddaddy Mountain]. This will combine toy avatars and Second Life avatars in one. I was there(!)

bb:

Gene, I’ve not talked to you yet through this blog.

GF:

No. I am new. But I am old[ at the same time].

bb:

How about the Billfork village or town as a setting.

GF:

People — toy avatars — will certainly want to move in. A dollhouse might be needed. More toys. I will help[ you].

bb:

But you already have a camera — certainly a start.

GF:

We will initially tell the story through photos. Like with Salad Bar Jack before.

bb:

Should we assemble a discussion panel or table?

Gene Fade:

Yes.

—–

bb:

So we’re at the table, Gene — Mr. Fade.

Gene Fade:

Gene will do. Fade will do[ as well] Mr. Fade also. But call me Bob — no, Chuck.

bb:

Chuck, eh?

GF:

Yeah. Thanks?

—–

Ethel:

We start with “Bohemian Rhapsody”. (quoting): “Mama… just killed a man”. Mama is Dorothy Gale who just killed a man called the Nome King by most. He was trying to turn into a man and almost succeeded. He was actually suppose to be a mountain all along. Turning from mountain to man killed him, or got him killed. The, “gun against his head,” (quoting again) is the egg dropped into the Nome King’s open mouth, don’t you think?

Gene Fade:

But Mama is you, Ethel. *You’re* the one who pulled the trigger and killed and threw your life away.

Ethel:

At any rate, we didn’t want that song to be used in The Table. Only the first bit, and then Fade to Moss. Fade to Black I meant.

GF:

But that was it. It faded as everyone was declaring that Dorothy should be the Queen of Oz. Queen.

Ethel:

Yeah. Stop calling me Ethel, Fred.

GF (correcting):

Fade. Ah heck, call me Chuck as well.

Ethel:

[Keep] call[ing] me Ethel as well, then.

GF:

You wanted to keep “Bohemian Rhapsody” pure and out of the mix.

Ethel:

We wanted to let it stand for what it was. We were very proud of that song. *Are* proud.

GF:

According to The Table, you are one of the top 10 groups of all time, you and your mates.

Ethel:

Thank you.

—–

Gene Fade:

So we’ve talked to Ethel and learned her limits, her tolerances to the whole Table concept.

Jack:

I am mortal[ now].

Tinseltown:

Piggyback, hehe.

Wanda:

Gladys.

Ethel:

Hope. Hope is in that Hatch.

Jack:

Thank you Ethel?

Gene Fade:

Tinseltown, I turn to you for your infinite zest and zip.

Tinseltown:

Thank you?

Gene Fade:

Bill. We must speak of The Bill.

Tinseltown:

Geez I don’t know, I don’t know. Bill WHAT?

Gene Fade:

Bill Hill. Bill Mountain. (awkward pause)

Peter:

I will take over here with a rabbit’s mouth. Heater Presents. Hell… Pluto… Mouth (he enunciates each word intently, especially the last one).

Gene Fade:

Explain.

Peter:

Weeeelll (looks at Tinseltown). Maybe Stencil Toes should explain. Over there (points to darker corner).

Stencil The Unclear (clarifying):

That’s Stencil The Unclean to you. Unclear I meant. Mean.

Gene Fade:

Why don’t you come out into the light so we can all see you Stencil.

(Stencil emerges from the black-ish corner. It’s a woman in black. Her head flickers into an eyeball and then back. Flickers in; flickers out. Quicker and quicker. The eyeball locks in. Her head is an eyeball. She looks around the room at each one of us, one after another. Gazing intently in her unblinking oneness. *As* an unblinking one-thing.)

Stencil the Unclear (after studying everyone intently):

Questions?

—–

bb:

That was weird.

Hucka D.:

That was Fade.

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