“baker b., I’ve been reading your interview w/ Booker concerning SID’s 1st Oz. Is this all right to talk about in the blog?”
bb:
Talk about this all you want to…
Hucka D.:
Fork in the road. Alma is left behind, on the M continent. Tyle. TILE is the mainlands. You are Noz. Alma is Ms. Blinker. You have destroyed her home. Fork.
bb:
She really cannot exist on the mainland.
Hucka D.:
No. You should provide a home.
bb:
I can’t afford to live on Azure Islands and the mainland at the same time. It’s just not possible.
Hucka D.:
I am glad you went back and got a free beach towel at least (weak smile). But I feel sorry for Ms. Blinker.
bb:
She’ll be fine. She has to stick around since she’s got most of the inventory, the goodies.
Hucka D.:
She is sad.
bb:
There does seem to be a separation in effect.
Hucka D. (after a pause):
Noz must not loose the N. Or else he has to loose the N. You see, it’s already affecting me!
bb:
Are we going back in time or forward? If Azure is the Wazobian province that represents the last holdout of independent sub-countries of Wazob — a name which contains “Oz” by the way — then is this the equivalent to the original creation of Wazob in some way? Edwardston to Gill. to Calypso — 3 to 4 to 5. Octave. Vert to Emerald and Gules to Ruby. That’s what happened, isn’t it?
Hucka D.:
I’m not from that planet. I do not know.
bb:
Edwardston becomes the capital or at least the largest city of the Emerald Province. Traynhamboro is the largest city of the neighboring Ruby province. But the distance between them is the same as the Morg Island and thus Calypso, which plays the…
Hucka D. (yawning and interrupting):
…I thought we were going to talk about SID tonight.
bb (a little taken aback):
Ok Hucka. Should I not talk about that planet?
Hucka D.:
No. Booooorrring.
bb:
But that’s where the actual Edwardston lies.
Hucka D.:
Is it? I thought Edwardston was a sim.
bb:
The actual name of the sim is — was — Alexandria. But I called it Edwardston at the time because Alexandria is a port city on the other most important river in Wazob — outside the Silver again… (Hucka D. yawns more loudly here)… ok, ok, I won’t talk about that world.
Hucka D.:
You can talk about it but not here, not in this blog.
bb:
But what about the quote/unquote “spirit” of Edwardston I found under the trestle bridge just beside Edwardston in *this* world. RL.
Hucka D.:
Yeah, that’s important. That’s an Ancient.
bb:
Hucka D., should I just refer to the Edwardston sim as Alexandria, then?
Hucka D.:
I think it’s too late for that (smiles). Edwardston would be fine. It’s gone anyway. No one cares except us at this point. (pause)
bb:
Wazob is SID.
(Hucka D. does not answer)
(to be continued?)
*****
bb:
Wazob is SID Hucka D.
(Hucka D. still doesn’t answer)
bb:
Ok Hucka D., I’m going inworld now. Going to the temple, maybe. Stare at that cube.
(no Hucka D.)
*****
bb:
Hucka! I just remembered what I wanted to talk to you about. The Bends!
Grassy Noll:
I am here.
bb:
Oh hello Grassy. Are you speaking for Hucka D. now?
Grassy:
Yep. Been drinking. Between shoots. Got bored. Asked him if I could fill in.
bb:
That’s fine. Are you still in North Dakota?
Grassy:
I went over the edge of that damn dam, you know. Drunk as a skunk. Almost pulled T-Bonz over with me… got swallowed by a sentient turtle who saved me… then realized that this TILE Creek is just a tributary of the New, or where the New starts. Was able to trek all the way to the mouth after the spill. Quite a revelation. Quite an eye opener. TILE Creek… source of New.
bb:
One source. I’ve been having some flashes about Mossman and his civilization.
Grassy (hiccups):
That’s a deep one.
bb:
I believe they created the RIVER portal system.
Grassy:
Yup. Believe they did. Clever creatures. Fearsome to look at, though. And they all look exactly the same, the whole Big Lot of ’em. They can tell each other apart but us outsiders can’t.
bb (reprovingly):
That sounds a bit racist Grassy.
Grassy:
Nope. Not at all. They say so themselves. They’re a Big Lot of ’em.
bb:
It could be handy that you replaced Hucka D. tonight, Grassy — where did Hucka D. go anyway?
Grassy:
He went to get some food. Mumbled something about being bored and hungry. Think he went to the Tasty Freeze.
bb:
Where exactly is this Tasty Freeze?
Grassy:
Over on Highway 9.
bb:
In RL?
Grassy:
Listen, he said you were wanting to talk next about the Temple of TILE, not that big cube of yours but the real one, or what will be the real one. On The Bends.
bb:
Sure. I’d love to hear about that. Hucka D. said in a letter, if I remember correctly, that you became scared when you saw something on an Alabama road map…
Grassy:
Well, yeah. (pause) But that’s not about the temple. We just couldn’t decide where to build the damn thing. (hiccups again). I mean, we were going to build it on Tyler Bend, you know, but gosh and darnit if it didn’t turn out to be a campground! 1st thing I know in the morning is these stupid human kids and their chocolate covered hands were dangling me upside down way up in the air, pretending I was flying or something. Like Mmmmmm’s can fly! Good thing I’m made of good plastic, coz those bastards dropped me right on my head. I could have *actually* lost an arm. Bastards (spitting noise here).
bb:
Grassy, they thought you were a toy… oh, I wanted to talk about my Mossman flashes, just to run it by you and see what you know.
Grassy:
Sure. But we need to talk about Alma in a minute as well.
bb:
You mean Baker Blinker?
Grassy:
Yeah, I suppose. Hucka D. said to say we need to talk about her. Something about a curse. A (hiccup) gypsy curse.
bb:
Alright that sounds pretty interesting. What do you know about that?
Grassy:
No, he said *you* were going to talk about it. Just pries it out of ya. Said it wouldn’t (hiccup) take much.
bb:
Grassy, do you still have that map on you?
Grassy:
I might. What’s it to you?
bb:
I’d like to see it if I can.
Grassy:
It’s not for sale.
bb:
I didn’t say I wanted to buy it. I just want to look at it.
Grassy:
How many lindens do you gots?
bb:
No… not going down that road again. Did Hucka D. put you up to that as well?
Grassy:
I want to go inworld, but I needs some spending money. Lindens. How much you got?
bb:
Alright, alright. How about a 1000?
Grassy:
Hucka D. said to hold out for 3000, so you might as well just give it to me and get it over with.
bb:
Ok… 3000. So where’s the map?
Grassy:
Wait a minute… let me refresh my drink. (Grassy goes away for a bit; returns). Ok, that’s better. Now what in blue blazes were we talking about (laughs)?
bb:
You were going to show me the map.
Grassy:
Oh yeah. Right. The map. Well, go to, um, Alabama on your computer thingy. Type in, um, in Google, uh, Grassy and Ala.. Alma -ba… Al-a-ba-m-a. Darnit I’m getting pretty drunk here.
bb:
Maybe you should stop and go to bed now. You do have a bed to crawl in tonight don’t you?
Grassy:
I sleep on the ground usually. Can’t find the bed most often. But I like it out in the open.
bb:
Where is your home?
Grassy:
Um, uh, out on highway… no, I already used that. In the mountain… mountains. The range. I’m pointing to the north, over top of my, um, head. (snickers)
bb:
I think you should go home Grassy. To your mountain… range. Get some sleep. We can talk about Alabama and Blinks tomorrow…
Grassy:
Wait, wait, hold on. I’m ok. Just got to lean on something to hold me up. (pause) There, that’s it. So what we wishy washing for? (laughs). Hold on… (snickers, then sound of falling). Ok… I’m on the ground. (long pause, then snoring)
bb:
Hmmm… I suppose that’s it then. Goodnight Grassy, sleep tight.
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