Hey to both of my readers,
I did some ‘splorin’ inside the schoolhouse what the Landlord replaced on Mudflats. An’ as you know, I been lookin’ for Madame B. in my own way - about to step offworld in my Mobile Transit Housing Searchin’ System and search about the multiverse, she’s somewhere, and the school just in’nt no school without Madame B.
I found a Clue, pretty excitin’. Tucked under a bench in the school I found a note, what’s been transcribed to the here and now:
I am Madame Burrury, the Founder and Proprietor of Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik. And I simply must insist, my darlings, that you call me Madame B. or Ms. B.
The school was founded on a grid which closed and everyone lost everything. At my age, not to be coy, but people tell me I don’t look a day over 800 years, and I am grateful for that, and of course, I use a magical creme that seems to scrape off the decades, and at my age, losing everything is a bit of a stumbling block to one plans. So I needed to rethink my plans.
My plan pre-loss-of-everything was to keep teaching at the school, transitioning minds from the seemingly magical worlds of Opensim to include the magic within the magical-seeming worlds of Opensim. For example, Trey tried to convert gold into lead for pencils using Alchemy. But of course that is simple, and after hundreds or thousands of missteps and wee explosions melting a bit of the world he got it! Indeed, I am so proud of him. Then Trey
discovered by reading that pencil leads are actually graphite, and after a few years it became obvious to him that Alchemy does not provide a pathway to convert lead into graphite. He needed magic - and he joined the school.
The lost school is sad, but not as sad as sitting about drinking tea and feeling sad. I set my mind to developing a deeper understanding of some magics with which I am less familiar. It’s a BIG Opensim, and there are lots of magikal beings, creatures, and minds from which to learn.
So I, Madame Burrury, am switching places and am off to learn magik. Be good my darlings, always remember: You matter.
I’ll come find ya’ Madame B., we need the magikal school doin’ the teachin’ ‘n all. First, I gotta find my keys.
As both of you readers know, I has to leave Mudflats to go find Madame Burrury so’s Madame Burruy’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik gets re-schooled-up, so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; for the children and equality.
Well Madame B got lef’ behind when some big grid closed up and she went somewhere’s else. But somewhere’s else is kinda the thing, we got ourselves a multiverse. Tha’s like a universe but with more parts, layers, worlds, and permissions, sort of thing. And a’ COURSE I tried her email first thing after her school was built in Mudflats, but the interweeby thingy says it ain’t no good:
I checked the spellin’ a few times.
So’s now it’s the journeying, and Miss Mari suggested an itinerant or sumthin’, which I figure is plannin’ the journeying such that you have places to figure out if Madame B. is there and going past the luck. Cuz you gotta go there in the multiverse to look up iffn a person is there, sort of thing. I’m thinkin’ there’s a world called Aardvark and get goin’! But Miss Mari says to plan next steps.
Well, she’s the grid owner and I don’t want her thinkin’ I’m some sort of looney, but the Landlord already thinks that, so’s I ask him fer his thoughts on plannin’ an itinerant. He starts his yakkin’ ‘bout probabilities and social pressurin’s and preferencin’, when what he wants to know is what do I know about Madame B., her life outside ‘a school, and maybe hobbies and friends.
Coulda saved a lot of time iffn he just asked me that. He filled a blackboard with staticlistical formulatins just to ask iffn I know her hobby? Well, she studied the stars, sez they tell you pictures of happenin’s tomorrow. And she studied up on lotsa magic types, sez they’s all sorts: vampires, unicorns, banshees, zombies, chimeras, demons, dragons, wizards (of course), witches, genies, phoenixes, griffins, revenuers, werewolves, centaurs, fairies, imps, dwarves, elves, mermaids, ogres, leprechauns come to mind. And she had a ‘maculate garden. S’how you could tell her place, all kinda nice all the time. And only one on the sky platform, where she invited students to BBQs at the end of the semesterin’. Tha’s a good bit o’ information, she liked her students.
Then the Landlord starts his talkin’ ‘bout keywords and longtail keywords? And then matching the worlds and mappin’ the matchin’s. I’m searchin’ on aardvark and about to hit the gas to get journeyin’, when he said somethin’ useful. She’ll be wantin’ access to magic, so that’s a gotta have it thing. I don’t remember aardvarks bein’ magic, so’s maybe I was rushin’ a bit.
Then the Landlord hands me a list of worlds. Easy, he sez. Well tha’s a relief, the easy part is finally done.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you.
To be continued...
As both of you readers know, I has to leave Mudflats to go find Madame Burrury so’s Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik gets re-schooled-up, so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; for the children and equality.
Miss Mari, she’s the grid owner, she suggested I speak ter the Landlord ‘bout getting trailer’in off to the other bits o’ the multiverse, ‘cuz Madame Burrury ain’t here on this world. So’s I sez, sure, and meetin’ w’ the Landlord was next on my list (while secretly vowin’ to make a list).
The Landlord and I get on like a house on fire. S’posed to mean fast, but fer us it’s the lots of runnin’ around and gettin’ wet part. He found me out in the swamp at dawn, harvestin’ some good eatin’ weeds to go with the Fromage d’ Yak, a wee sumthin’ to kickstart yer day. I sought his advice.
“Your trailer is somehow in a tree. You inadvertently parked the truck deep in the Narrows one night after you arrived home from scouting out pubs and grub. I recommend that you find a way to carefully move both objects to common ground, and then you can assemble your trailer and pack for your journey. I would try to Take the items then place them in a more convenient place for assembly. My wife, Mari will know a good spot, please ask her where you can work on your mobile home system.”
(That’s how he talks, yer know? All sentencey and grammar, like.)
‘K I’m thinkin’ then, I’m gonna need a big, whopping balloon to get the truck and trailer from the storage spots I selected advertantly, nothin’ inadvertant ‘bout ‘em, and get them to the’r flat ground, like, and pack them w’ sumthin’. Not sure what, tha’s fer later. Prolly Miss Mari knows anyhows, or is that anyways?
She has the perfect spot, does Miss Mari, so’s I rented me the biggest balloon-set around, hitched up the truck and rode it back fer two days ter this garage place what even has the tools.
Then I ballooned back and got the trailer. I sure liked the pace. :) Lots of time to just chew on the weeds and spit out that chewy bit and watch it drift down ter an ocean, like.
Then I did the ‘sembly bit, it’s technical, can’t explain it more’n lined ‘em up and shoved ‘em together till they clicked. Prolly one of them engineerin’ people looked at it a while back.
Miss Mari sez to get some grub to take along, won’t have no good eatin’ weeds everywhere, y’know. So’s tha’s the packin’ part. Had that figured out and I took a deep breath, and then she asks about my itinerary.
((O.O)) gotta go look me up a word. I’m hopin’ it means the extra beer n grub sort of thing.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you.
Just the right amount of the hot air and heliumation.
Chewin’ on the weeds and enjoying the warm air.
Fixing ‘em by jammin’ ‘em together. S’technical, I wouldn’t understand.
I’ma thinkin’ I’ma done.
But now there’s the itinerant thingy.
To be continued...
As both of you readers know, I joined up ter Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead fer pencils into graphite; step eleventeen in my Raisin of Etre. The thing of it is, Madame Burrury had her school disappeared, weren’t no magic. And the Landlord in Mudflats, whole time whining about the costs and prims, rebuilt Madame B’s school, so’s I’m going to find Madame Burrury and get the magic schoolin’ runnin’ again.
First step is … is comin’ to me … but Frito is chasing a squirrel and it’s hard to figure things with that going on. I think iffn I run over to the edge of the swamp proper and wave my arms the squirrel will head fer the big tree by the Yak fields and then Frito can corner him up there like.
At about this point in time, while I’m mindin’ my own business jumpin’ up and down and yellin’ by the edge of the swamp Miss Mari joins me. Well, Miss Mari is awfully nice to me and she is the grid owner, so’s you don’t want her thinkin’ yer a looney one, so’s I point randomly over my head and asked iffn she’d seen the size of that hornet?
She politely pretended it was indeed one of the finer specimens of massive hornets and then asked how was my journey to find Madame Burrury?
Well, I remember sayin, well, I was thinkin’ maybe I should, umm, journey you say?
Yes, sez Miss Mari. Iffn she was in Mudflats, I would know. I was wondering where you will start to look? I have a selection of trailers. You can have one to make your journey more pleasant. Trailer, you say? And I got me a trailer.
Finally getting some decent dank up in the caves and I have to leave Mudflats? Steppin’ off to strange sims with strange people and hopefully ice cream places and nude beaches. Kind of gone 180 degrees on this ‘un journey. Yup, sez I, could be my thing. I will turn down the bubblin’ gold vat and head out first thing. Maybe take a few weeks to figurin’ it right, though.
Next thing I know it’s the Landlord asking me to move my trailer. And I got me a truck: The Landlord wuz good enough to offer me a free truck, also where I left it, he says. But I don’t ‘member much of that evening, I was doin’ the review of the drinkin’ and dancin’ places and I sorta remember climbing inter somethin’ and teleporting home.
Now I’s gotta get these things together and get steppin’, fer sure. Gotta find Madame B, pencils, education, and equality all hang in the balance, like.
I’ma comin’ fer ya Madame B., fer sure, like.
...to be continued.
As both of you readers know, I has a raisin of etre, so besides my Security job, which involved the endless checking of sunscreen on female visitors at the Nude Beach, my raisin, it’s a reason to get up mornin’s and do the of etre part. Iffn you wanted to fit this into a nutshell, I believe that equality starts with education and education should start with young people and young people need to write the learnings down now and then and they need pencils.
Only part of pencils grow on trees, there’s the inside bit, which had traditionally been called the lead, and it’s actually the graphite. Well of course I spent years workin’ the alchemy to convert gold into lead, cuz of the molecular thingy. I wuz gettin’ some pretty good lead, sometimes, when the explosion didn’t happen or exploded just right. But it was still lead, and there ain’t now and ain’t never gonna be no alchemically formulation what turns the lead into graphite, cuz of the molecular thingy. So’s I had to learn the magick.
I joined up ter Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik so’s I could learn how to do the magicking of lead into graphite; equality doesn’t grow on trees neither. The thing of it is, Madame Burrury had her schoolin’ happenin’ on one of them swank private estates on a world what happened to leave the multiverse.
My Landlord, some would call him a tightwad, not me, ‘cept inside voice like, he must of had some speakin’ to by Miss Mari, his wife and gentler side. He rebuilt Madame Burrury’s school on Mudflats (should be called The Mudflats but Mr. Tightwad says, “nope not in the rent”, but still coulda) continuum.outworldz.net:8002:Mudflats and I still need the magicking learning, so I have to find Madame B or I’ll be stuck here with lead blown all over my cave into the shape of my furniture and a few pieces what look like my bum-shape when I didn’t hide fast enough.
I have to find her to get graphite in order to get equality and lead pencils is my vector. Raisins ain’t allays easy, but you hope they matter.
Madame B, here’s I’ma comin’ fer you...to be continued.
Well, you see, the Landlord is a tightwad, so's we started with a small budget. Tiny, some would say, not me, I'm happy 'nuff.
And I needed a place I can do the Experimentin' what sometimes leads to the Explosions. And the Landlord, he's allays whining about the noise and dust and broken rock and the smoke and the lack of wildlife and vegetation....hop://continuum.Outworldz.net:8002/Mudflats/215/132/26