The Day The Aliens Came… January 25, 2012

They took the Norum Gallery, The TILE Towers, the Blue Feather Gallery first.

They planned on how to divide the town, keeping the Temple of TILE and also the Home o’ Fibs intact. “Is this what you want?” they asked the screaming citizens of Pietmond, incredulous over the open, gaping wound inflicted on their beloved community. “We can move you instead,” they told them. “You do not have to suffer,” they reassured. “We destroy the town or we move you.” There seem to be no either-or. Dividing the town meant to conquer it, to destroy it in essence. It was not a partial deal to strike. All or nothing[ it seemed]. “We will keep the temple intact if you decide to stay.” But we all knew it was a completely hollow promise. The whole sink stays together or it, um, sinks. “Choose,” they demanded.

—–

I though the matter over. Pietmond goes as Sunklands goes. Is there energy still in Sunklands? Kidd Road? The Blackmount Rabbit Hole is still there. *Edwardston Station Gallery* is still there, recently brought up in this post from the Nordan Art blog. Is Pietmond like my Carl’s house in Up? Is it buying a Stairway to Heaven?

Dr. Blood doesn’t want the town moved, it seems. He wants the sink to stay intact, fulfilled, energized. MAKE A NEW GALLERY IN THE ROCKS. Pietmond? YES. Petemond! YEAH. I’m thinking of moving the whole, funtastic town to Lower Austra, perhaps to the twin villages in Mysten. Like black and white, or happy/unhappy. Or “M” and “N”. CAN YOU DO THIS THROUGH COLLAGE? You don’t want to end your existence without good reason. YES. MICHAELS. Do you know of TILE Creek and Norris Stream? YES. I must pack it up. NOT DECIDED. YOU COULD BE A PARADISE. *You* could be a paradise. FALLS.

—–

Next to go probably was the Norris Castle/House/Gallery

Stan And Lee January 6, 2011

(joined in progress)

“We might need a new spirit.”

bb:

West End spirit… cool.

Hucka D.:

Blog-e-bloh

bb:

Where I visited tonight, perhaps centered around West End town itself or maybe the Irish village off the West Coast Road as well.

Hucka D.:

Rent there. Explore. Talk to the sheep. Give them direction.

bb:

Right.

Hucka D.:

Sunklanders and West Enders traditionally didn’t get along. Then there were the Hillbodies… from the hills.

bb:

West End Hills.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Led by Chief Tonto, a baker. Chef Tonto. Tonka.

bb:

Maybe Pietmond would know more about what went on in West End.

Hucka D.:

West End City holds secrets, still. Two roads into West End; two cultures.

bb:

I suppose that land I was going to buy in the heart of the West End Hills would be the center of the native culture. Indians?

Hucka D.:

Indian village, yes. Nice curry restaurant.

bb:

Run by Curry.

Hucka D.:

Yes. You spelled that right for a change.

bb:

Eddie?

Hucka D.:

Wanda.

bb:

OK, Wanda, then. Wanda Curry.

Hucka D.:

Blem… Blem Hasslehorf. Pietmond knows.

bb:

I don’t think I want to go there tonight.

Hucka D.:

Oh sure.

bb:

No.

Pietmond:

Helli Ho. Organtis Mantra Wattup Hellio. Hellio. Hello.

bb:

Hi Pietmond. What’s up? What’s new?

Pietmond:

Organto Helio Rumpus Gombcake. Cake. Re… right-e-o. Lilly pad ompus ronko white cake. Surup. Pancake. Peddals. Pett. Pet. White. Cake. Rumpus. Olean. Ti. Stanlee. Lee. Stan and Ledd. Lee. Ledd. Lead. Lea. Leaaaaaaaaaaa…

Hucka D.:

Pietmond becomes broke now. We better end.

bb:

Stanlee?

bb:

Apparently The Beatles use to perform in Stanlee, Hucka D., although I’m not sure this is West End City.*

Hucka D.:

Yes. West End. Marty. Marty was from West End. That’s where he was recruited. He didn’t like Sunklands as much as West End. West End is where Marty lived and played drums bass. He came to Sunklands to work, is all. West End.

bb:

Quite fascinating, Hucka D. Is this pre-Big Ink incident?

Hucka D.:

Of course not.

bb:

What was so special about Sunklands?

Hucka D.:

They could escape the wholesale changes made by the Linden grid. They could retain Ancient energy. Ancient Rising. But West End was prettier. Still is. But the sinks have energy unique to Second Life. This is about energy, then. Ancient power… Ancient rising power. Power. Energy. Clean. Atomics.

*****

bb:

Looks like this Melodie Darwin is doing some kind of picture tour of Jeogeot. Must add her to the blog links!

http://www.sluniverse.com/pics/ProfilePage.aspx?Name=Melodie%20Darwin

Hucka D.:

You are not alone. There are others.

*****

bb:

Ah hah! Melodie’s blog (!)

http://lostmainlander.blogspot.com/

==========
* Appropriate snapzilla pictures here (from 2007):

http://www.sluniverse.com/pics/Search.aspx?Sim=Stanlee

Pop October 31, 2010

“Gingersnap roots Borma tella. Ron-ti. Liki do waddle Poop.”

bb:

No.

Pietmond:

Ickle do widdle poop.

bb:

Nope.

Pietmond:

P…

Hucka D.:

Hi.

Pietmond:

Hassle hoff. Ricki Lee Johns. Hassle hopf. Pht. Pht.

Hucka D.:

Oh you’ve met Pietmond I see.

bb:

He came earlier.

Hucka D.:

Ask him which one’s first.

bb:

The Head or The Trip?

Hucka D.:

Yeah. You don’t mind?

bb:

Of course not. Pietmond… did you hear?

Pietmond:

Ricki do. Hassle hopft. Pht. Rinki do hassle…

bb:

Pietmond. Can you hear me?

Pietmond:

Ricki… rinki. Real weird. Wierd. We’re going to take a break now. Thank you.

bb:

I don’t know why…

Hucka D.:

He needs to be exersized [as opposed to exorsized. Let’s try that again.

bb:

He, Pietmond, needs to be exorcised exercised.

Hucka D.:

We’re living in him now after all. Think you were about to say that.

bb:

Oh. Wi-erd.

Sapphire:

I am forgotten. Hello to you too. Two.

Hucka D.:

Try it again, like me.

Sapphire:

Hello to you too two baker b. and Hucka D. Fantastic.

Hucka D.:

We’re nearing the heart of the soul of the Pietmond story, Sapphire. They have uncovered the old No Room cemetery. In the middle of their church (!). But is it or should it really be that surprising?

Sapphire:

No.

bb:

TILE. Sorry.

Sapphire:

The Bill moved [it]. The Bill are 5 black men Men in Black. The 6th is was will be Peter. In Hucka D. speak (smiles).

bb:

Peter knows about Pitchfork (!!)

Hucka D.:

Yes he uncovered the dark, grimy secret. Pop eye Devil. Martin. Dr. and preacher as one. Olean…

Pietmond:

Istantinople. Ricki… rinki…

[3 mins later…]

Hucka D.:

It’s here that the story gets queerer. For he found out… (pause)

bb:

Yes?

Hucka D.:

Sapphire?

Sapphire:

Yes, baker b., for it is here…

bb:

The show Pietmond was canceled?

Hucka D.:

Sort of. The flame man lives… the town lives. Put out the red, put out the fire, and…

bb:

It all falls in.

Sapphire:

I was a safe haven.

bb:

We must get somewhere with this.

Sapphire:

Peter went to the preacher who was the undertaker and said, look, there’s a cemetery underneath our church… and a labyrinth. And it says No Room. No Room Cemetery. And the preacher and the undertaker as one, with their one eye apiece, as it were, looked at Peter and tried to be fly straight as a martin with him. It wasn’t the pilot, he said, and pointed into the sky.

bb:

To the Colgates?

Hucka D.:

He was pointing to the one without Pitchfork. The other, gooder one. One. Eye. One Eye. One eye.

[5 mins. later…]

bb:

The undertaker/preacher was schizophrenic?

Hucka D.;

Yes. One eye apiece.

Sapphire:

In pieces (smiles). Just trying to join in.

bb:

So they’re on opposite sides of the fences, these eyes, these multiple eyes. So multiple, or so divided.

Sapphire:

Nose of Rose unites. Have you found it?

Hucka D.:

Yes. I mean, yes, baker b., have you?

bb:

The Ephant Trunk you mean?

Hucka D.:

Pietmond is a Klein Bottle [as well]. Have you found the crosses cross?

bb:

Maybe the opposite spins inside the single labyrinth (?).

Sapphire:

You see, Peter made the whole town walk the labyrinth. Then they accepted him as a Man of White and a Man of Color. They understood the 2nd, outer half. They were whole through the halves. White and colored. TILE was born.

Hucka D.:

And that brings us to episode 3: “It Wasn’t The Pilot”. You see now?

bb:

No.

Sapphire:

It was red.

Decisions… December 2, 2009

Circumstances drew me to the Angelfalls sim. Realized what it meant — Rubi will not be available. New adventures still await. Russell.

Checked out 2048 parcel near Chilbo (southwest corner of Kiuek sim) to rent with this view. Strange lights flew by me twice here. Also looked at old property in Noru. Decided against going back to premium account and buying 2 parcels totalling 8192 in Noru, including my old one and another 3072.

You know, the connection between this Highway 44 shop right next to my Aotearoa property and Teasdale/X-ville never hit me until tonight. Shops are also located in those 2 communities.

I think I’ve decided to stay for a least through X-mas. Would be hard to downsize and then upsize again with all the advantages, still, of this particular parcel. Sunklands, eh?

Sunklands:

Ok. We’re good.

bb:

Are you Plant and Marty merged?

Sunklands:

I am Sunklands, da. Uniko pre ubi wan tibu or tubi s… rubi… sssss.

bb:

You’re obviously Petemond as well.

Sunklands:

Or rinko starr robi tu essen ralli o talli or eno be kan rinkle lee bee lee bee.

Tired…? Maybe not. November 30, 2009

“Hucka D., I think now, in investigating the matter further, that I’ll just stay in Sunklands. I know Ms. Garcia is probably getting tired of me writing her and then changing my mind as well!”

Hucka D.:

Yes. She is. (pause) Just joking.

bb:

So… is Plant still around? Marty?

Hucka D.:

Yes they are.

bb:

Will we still chat at times?

Hucka D.:

Yes. You still don’t know about Sunklands. You think you do…

bb:

What’s the next step? COLORS, I’m guessing.

Hucka D.:

TILE… COLORS… yes.

bb:

Today I found some new and interesting places in Frank Park, Hucka D., that I think may involve the toy avatars as well. Maybe Mossmen but maybe not.

Hucka D.:

Yes, that one place you found is an interesting place. Jeogeot.

bb:

No, I’m talking about RL (Real Lyfe)… Frank Park.

Hucka D. (innocently):

Oh… ok.

bb:

Should I name it Jeogeot in RL?

Hucka D.:

Why not. Maybe, um, just Geo or Geot. Toegoej. Tojo. Nah.

bb:

I think I’ll take some toy cars there and play around a bit. Nice ambient noise from the nearby stream as well. Strange thing today, Hucka D.: the stream seemed to get louder and louder as I sat on the rock above it at Jeogeot… no, we’re going to have to think of another name for it, Hucka D. Jeogeot in RL and SL at once is too confusing.

Hucka D.:

You could call it, er, Rabbit Hole. (smiles) Or Rabbittown. That’s where Jeogeot surfaces.

bb:

Is it a home, then, for Mossmen? Perhaps Gene Fade himself? Let me see… this would be fairly far, still, from Mocksity, and also Notherton.

Hucka D.:

Not that far from Notherton. I can see Gene Fade being attracted to this particular spot. Take him there… see what the toy remembers about the toy avatar. (pause) Spend the day there. Take more pictures. The toys will give a property [sic?] perspective.

bb:

Hold on…

*****

bb:

It’s quite a complicated area, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Go back.

bb:

Right. Your catch phrase… one of ’em.

Hucka D.:

Gene Fade would have been attracted to just such a spot. Access to meadow and mountain… bald at the time. He was the one who piled the rocks up there.

bb:

I have a feeling we’re not going to talk about Rubi versus Sunklands tonight.

Hucka D.:

It’s not as important as Frank and Herman Parks tonight. After all…

bb:

Yes. Gene Fade *transitioned* from Jeogoet, RL to Jeogeot, SL? But I have to think of a better name for Jeogeot in RL, the “one” in Frank Park, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Call it Farmborough.

bb:

Good enough! Farmborough it is.

Hucka D.:

Farmtownville. FTV.

bb:

How about Teasdale? Just so I’ll remember the SL location through this.

Hucka D.:

Good. Now about Sunklands… you’ll stay. You must find out about Gene Fade in SL. This is where he made the transition… in Teasdale. Teas. 2 Teas. 2 E 2 E.

bb:

Easdale?

*****

bb:

Sorry, Hucka D. I was editing my stupid Facebook account. I don’t get it (as I say in my profile).

Hucka D. (sighing):

It will soon go the way of the CB radio, true enough. How many friends does one really want? Privacy will once again come to the fore. Now it’s, wow, I can talk to anyone in the world and in a group manner!

bb:

Almost took the words out of my mouth about this subject, Hucka D. Amazing how you can do that.

Hucka D.:

You wish to speak to Plant and Marty tonight? Just for reassurances?

bb:

Sure!

Plant:

Howdy.

bb:

Plant! Mr. Plant. Good to hear from you.

Plant.

Hi. Yes, we will still speak to you but more as a group entity. (pause)

bb:

Petemond?

Plant:

Yes. Marty and I have resolved all differences. Sunklands is truly born now. Interesting about Teasdale and Easdale in your Frank Park.

bb:

Yes, isn’t it. So Mr. Plant… you were born in Nowtown, destroyed Zen City at least once, maybe thrice, moved to Sternberg or worked in Sternberg (lived in X-ville?), sang there a bit, met Page but decided to give up Led Zeppelin career in this variant reality and move to Sunklands with the Zeppelin Tube. There you planted it in the middle of Big Sink to resonant with Joplin Ball/Sphere of Temple of TILE. You met Marty, who you originally “cornered” on one side of Big Sink but who eventually tricked you by becoming all Residents… The Residents.

Plant:

In the end I… we… surround him, though. We contained him for this one special event. The birth of Sunklands.

bb:

Jeogeot is South America?

Plant:

*Yes.* (pause)

bb:

Marty here?

Plant:

I am Marty as well. One in all.

bb:

Then you are not really Plant.

Plant:

No. I am Sunklands. But Plant as well. And Marty.

bb:

(pause) What about Petemond?

Plant:

We have a Peter’s Mound here, true enough. And Piedmont figures in here. Virgo and Pisces. Vigo and Prices.

bb:

Prices is Frank Park (!)

Plant/Sunklands:

Yes. Interesting, huh?

bb:

I think I’ll put a model house on top of the rock at Teasdale or Easdale.

Plant/Sunklands:

COLOR. COLOUR.

bb:

Stairway to heaven.

(to be continued?)

*****

* Hucka D. later indicated that the Jasper 09 collage speaks something about this transition. I wonder if the mossman in this picture is actually Gene Fade, though. Greener than Fade?

Chatty Chat… Maybe… September 12, 2009

“Hucka D., you there?”

Plant:

He will be here in a moment.

bb:

Did you get the oranges you needed?

Plant:

Yes. Baker’s dozen.

bb:

You take them back to Sunklands with you? Isn’t that where you live now?

Plant:

No. I live in aether.

bb:

You don’t know anything about this Egg Hole sink, do you?

Plant:

Peter is here.

bb:

Already?? Well…

Plant:

Hold on… (pause) Just a moment-o… (pause)

bb:

Plant? (long pause) Hucka D.? (pause) Peter?

*****

No one seems to want to talk to me tonight. Well, I’ll just chat by myself. I’ve made a decision about the properties. I’m going to stay in Noru, unless something drastic happens. But I wanted to talk to Hucka D. tonight about Egg Hole first before making any final decisions down the road. Went to Egg Hole tonight… energy was, well, interesting. 2 in 1, 4 in 1… “Hucka?”… Foreign One. “We are all foreign to each other. What do you say, Hucka D.? Isn’t that true? Foreign One. The Arab.” (pause) Well, anyway, I think I met The Arab tonight. Obviously when you meet someone so important you begin to talk about saving the world.

Hucka D.:

Saving the world?! That’s a good one.

bb:

There you are Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Sorry. Fog was thick tonight. Delayed me.

bb:

Was that The Arab?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Good one.

bb:

Does he have a secret book?

Hucka D.:

Yes. It’s called The Babble.

bb:

What’s in this Babble?

Hucka D.:

The fact that Aaron is [centre] child. No… wait. Abigail… Aaron. It has to do with two brothers. Yes, that’s it.

bb:

But this will go down as the day I met The Arab in Egg Hole. Who told me not to buy land there.

Hucka D.:

I can’t say that definitely.

bb:

“Don’t go there”, he said to me.This Arab.

Hucka D.:

Might just be Grassy babbling. Babbling Book… Brook. BROOK.

bb:

Why does he not want me there?

Hucka D.:

He’s protecting something.

bb:

What if I just march in there and claim it anyways?

Hucka D.:

You will… (pause)

bb:

I will what? Be killed? I don’t think so. Not in that world.

Hucka D.:

Something has happened, though.

bb:

I cannot save this world. The Arab is blocking me. Foreign One. 4n1.

Hucka D.:

Blog within a blog. You are doing well on that, at least.

bb:

At least? but: thanks.

Hucka D. (echoing bb):

You are being blocked, baker b. Why?

bb:

I think it’s just the limits of this world.

Hucka D.:

This is where the world begins to end, a little beyond the beginning of the end actually. For you’ve already reached — let me see — page 156? Yes. The Corsica Incident.

bb:

That’s in that Babble you speak of?

Hucka D.:

Right here in black and blue. Peter holds a key, though. He’s the wildcard; no surprise there.

bb:

I suppose we’ll have to talk to him tonight.

Peter:

Wamp um. Willy do won’t Weeeeee! Horace de lightly go round and round and… (pause)

bb:

Peter — like you’re going to answer — Peter, do you live in or around the Egg Hole?

Peter:

Willy wee wampum wight. White. Wascal.

bb:

Hucka D., you gonna help me with this tonight? (pause) Well, Peter… do you know The Arab? Thought I’d give it a shot.

Peter:

Illi de wampum wight wascal. Da Uniko. Da Uniko.

bb:

Do you want me to learn Uniko?

Peter:

Uniko, da.

bb:

Is this Babble written in Uniko?

Peter:

Babble de boble hop tielly de winkle teu, e teu e.

Hucka D.:

That’s it for tonight baker b. Sleep well and don’t turn your lights out, haha.

bb:

Thanks for that. Good night to you as well.

Peter:

Good night.

*****
*****

Peter:

Good day.

bb:

Peter, did you put this picture of an egg in the Hole?

Hucka D.:

The Arab has been put on the backburner, like Centralia… Centreville. Centre. Aaron, Abigal, Centre.

bb:

But is it…? This is how I talk to Peter, isn’t it?

Hucka D.:

Yes. If you want to. Peter is sort of a dick as well, but you might be able to put up with it. You put up with me and my dickiness.

bb:

Peter as a Dick. Interesting.

Hucka D.:

Do you think I’m cocky? I think Edna said so the other night.

bb:

You’re a bit of a know-it-all.

Hucka D.:

You can communicate with Peter the Dick through the magic rectangle, no? Do you wish this?

bb:

I’m not sure I want to take that path still. What is Uniko?

Hucka D.:

The Language of The Birds.

bb:

I’ll have to have the option to rent, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Why do you need all that stuff in Noru anyhow? No one visits there. Learn from Peter instead. It’s all a big rollplay anyhoot, baker b. Why not seize. A moment. You can always rent later on and set up all your stuff again, your b_hivia, your Temple of TILE explaining how all your little avatars, including me, the biggest prick of them all, came into being, who they fell for in a vainglorious way, and, yes, sometimes how they died or left this world. Remember Esbum The Assimilated? I could be next, baker b.

bb:

You?? No, I need you still. Is that what…?

Hucka D.:

You have a provided window. Peter needs this as well. He has trouble talking, if you didn’t notice. Petemond… Peter. He is more a poet than a poser… proser. Prosaic. You aren’t. But now you know about Peter…

bb:

… the rabbit.

Hucka D.:

So what if [they] think VALIS sucks. In ways it does. Dick’s brain was fried by then [scrambled]. Pink beams and all. The aliens are the key, though.

bb:

…. another key.

Hucka D.

No. (pause) The same.

*****

Hucka D.:

And do it for Edna as well (smiles).

Hucka and EH… September 11, 2009

“Hucka D., should we talk more about Egg Hole now?”

Hucka D.:

Peter is here.

bb:

Should we talk to him. then?

Hucka D.:

In just a moment. Do you know who Peter is yet?

bb:

Plant, I believe, insinuated it was me. Or Baker Bloch… can’t remember.

Hucka D.:

Future.

bb:

Me in the future?

Hucka D.:

Past. (pause) Future.

bb:

What is the Egg Hole? Never mind, I think you’re going to say, a place of rebirth.

Hucka D.:

Do you want to talk to Peter still?

bb:

Oh alright.

Peter:

Illi nix stasi omaha right-o wagabond… waggy… waga… (pause)

bb:

Hi Peter. Can you understand me tonight?

Peter:

Wixel proxy omaha nebraska sca night-o rumble… rum…

bb:

That’s all so very interesting. Is that Uniko?

Peter:

Uniko, da. Uniko.

bb:

In this blog, Peter, Uniko has been described as the language of synchronicity.

Peter:

Illi nix stasi omaha nebraska sca illi uti teu uti teu.

bb:

Hucka D., you may have to help out here.

Hucka D.:

Do you want me to translate?

bb:

Could you please.

Hucka D.:

Go ahead Peter.

Peter:

Illi nix stasi omaha nebraska uti teu nixi ix facksion da.

Hucka D.:

He says, I think, that the Egg and the Hole work together. He mentions balloon. Omaha. A group.

bb:

Ancients? Is that their craft?

Hucka D.:

Peter is in the future so it’s hard… you should keep trying to make meaningful contact, though.

bb:

Should I *live* in Egg Hole, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

You see two paths. One where you do; one not. Imagine, then. You set up b_hivia on the 2048 that is the same as Sachieland. Was the same. What then?

bb:

I think it will have to be [just] the Edwardston Station Gallery, Hucka D. Just the 10×10 by itself this time. And then maybe a ground house.

Hucka D.:

Do you think you can understand Peter better there?

bb:

I don’t know. Hucka D., you say Peter is from Egg Hole.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

But then you also say he’s from Sunklands on the Jeogeot continent. And also Noru, where he lived next to my house at some undetermined point.

Hucka D.:

He was in all those places, yes.

bb:

Well… I have several weeks to decide.

Hucka D.:

3.

bb:

So are Marty and Plant going to still be around, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Lemon as well. And Peter and Petemond, of couse.

bb:

What is the difference between the two, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Peter is The Cross.

bb:

Is this a Christian symbol?

Hucka D.:

Grafted. 1886, 1930, 1974, 2018, 2062.

bb:

44 years between each manifestation, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Centre. That should be all for tonight.

bb:

Thank you.

We Must Press Even More Forward, Hucka D., 01 August 22, 2009

“Hi.”

Plant:

Hey.

bb:

Hucka D. not around?

Plant:

Hold on…

Hucka D.:

The word for tonight is, well…

bb:

Sunklands?

Hucka D.:

You must shift. 19.

bb:

We’re starting the 19th part of this blog, perhaps with this post.

Hucka D.:

It’s ended.

bb:

Nah, I don’t think so. Even if SL went away I’d still have the RL photographs.

Hucka D.:

You are all set up now in Noru. b_hivia, ground… it’s all as you wished. You have your mythology now. Rabbit Hole.

bb:

I can disappear down the rabbit hole?

Hucka D.:

It is a good possibility to explore, baker b. Here… now.

bb:

Maybe we should shift back to talking about 1 subject each night. I’ve volunteered Sunklands. Maybe we can limit that to The Ancients in Sunklands.

Hucka D.:

Wall.

bb:

What do you wish to talk about tonight?

Hucka D.:

The End.

bb:

Should I…

Hucka D.:

Walk through your gallery before leaving tonight, yes.

bb:

I think I should start over. Start by examining the neighbor’s property which I never had. Start with Noru and branch out. Maybe send Karoz to Chilbo to live for a spell.

Hucka D.:

Sink, sank, sunk.

bb:

The Arab is like The Titanic?

Hucka D.:

Sinking of a town sent.

Petermond:

Ho ho oh. Illy du qua pro vincent price argard rasingpop hoop.

bb:

Is that you translating Hucka D.?

Petemond:

Horry dor weincent property prices down and sharply and good night.

bb:

Petemond… can I ask you a question?

Petemond:

Weir down prices shopping netword obla do di do du.

bb:

What year is it to you?

Petemond:

Rincent fox pratfall illy no good falling price down do de du.

Hucka D.:

He wants to talk but I’m not sure it’s possible.

Petemond:

Rinky ard-gent gent. Are gent. Rinky.

bb:

Is he the same as Hucka II?

Hucka D.:

No. (to Petemond apparently) Rinky are-gent do don’t?

Petemond:

Rinky are-gent don’t do da do.

Hucka D:

He says Lemon is drooping.

bb:

Lemon World? Again?

Petemond:

Rinky are-gent drooping do da.

Hucka D.:

It seems to be the end again. At least…

bb:

For Baker Bloch?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Lemon World.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Thank you.

Hucka D.:

You’re very welcome.

We Must Press Forward, Hucka D., 02 August 21, 2009

Hucka D.:

I’m ready to talk about Petemond more now. Others are as well. Lemon.

bb:

Lemon?

Hucka D.:

Do you wish to see?

bb:

Er… sure.

Lemon:

Good evening to ya, baker. baker b. baker Beach. (snickers)

bb:

Are you really, um, Lemon, like Marty described it?

Lemon:

Sort of.

bb:

Another variant?

Lemon:

Another world. What did you see?

bb:

Hmmm… well, if you’re talking about Lemon World I saw the Hidalgo collage series. Is that what you mean?

Lemon:

Sure we can head that way chum. Chump. Seriously: chum.

bb:

Do you know me, then?

Lemon:

We all know you, baker b. All us variants from Sunklands. I am heart.

bb (repeating what Lemon said):

I am heart.

Lemon (facetiously):

Oh, you too?

bb:

And Marty is the head, the whirly brain bits?

Lemon:

Good, yeah. But: no. Ok, maybe.

bb:

Beetles we’re talking about here. With the double “e”s.

Lemon:

You went into my world.

bb:

Baker Bloch did, with Hucka D. Do you know Hucka D.?

Lemon (in weird echoey growl):

Uhhhhhhhhh.

bb:

Strange.

Lemon (repeats sound):

Uhhhhhhhhh.

Hucka D.:

Lemon, ladies and gentlemen. He’ll return soon with a tune. In the meantime, we have, well, who do we have?

bb:

Plant? (pause) Marty?

Hucka D.:

Let’s try something different. You up for this? Let’s try a whole, damn town.

bb:

Petemond?

Hucka D.:

Right. You ready? I’ll have to really concentrate for this.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

Here it comes. (a flood of voices fill the air, one by one they disappear until only one remains, chanting some indecipherable, yes, it was a song. Or tune).

Hucka D.:

I’ll translate (the voice stops singing and transforms into dialog). Hold on… “Inky doo. Oblong. Whadda you wanna me to do for you? O’kay. Understand? Whadda you want?”

Hucka D.:

You are Petemond?

Petemond:

Iky don’t. Whadda you for here to do you? Easily understand me.

Hucka D.:

Can you describe what you are?

Petemond:

Inky diddlydoo don’t. We are town and country working together.

Hucka D.:

Are you collage?

Petemond:

Piddly do don’t. We are Rose on the Hill and Hidal gotta go.

Hucka D.:

I’ll take that for a yes.

Petemond:

For a yes, no. Do da.

Hucka D.:

Don’t.

Petemond:

Do da.

Hucka D.:

Lemon is, was inside you. Lemon do da don’t icky foo?

Petemond:

Lemon don’t da do inky font.

Hucka D. (to bb):

He says Lemon is there still. (to Petemond): Inky do da don’t icky do de dum. Lemon da Petemond icky don’t?

Petemond:

We far understand you better most any time now.

Hucka D. (to bb):

There’s a translation problem. We may have to continue another night.

Petemond:

Ickle dickle do de dum don’t da. Weiner eeple to two e two e.

Hucka D.:

Yes, another night it is. Thank you Petemond.

bb:

Thank you Hucka D. And Petemond. And Lemon.