A new town means new stuff!!!

***

We stood in a dingy hotel room, and even though outside the sun was singing and the birds were shining, it felt dirty. Dirty like a dimly lit bar that has not been cleaned in a few months.

Bethany held the gun at my face and she said 'Blake, if i can't have it, no one else is allowed to have it either.'

I held her glance, trying to work out whether the gun she held was a water pistol or not.

'Have what, Bethany?' i said, cooly.

And Bethany said, 'That's what you don't understand Blake, and it's what you never will understand.'

I prepared myself for the spray of water that was to come but it never did. Through a window dived a shadowy figure, and in an instant it had Bethany pinned to the ground. The speed at which it happened somehow slowed me down and it took some time for me to realise who the shadowy figure was.

'Bob! Where did you come from?'

***

I am trying my hand at writing stories. I wrote this today and i got Bob to help me write some of the sections out because i could not find the words i was looking for. Bob thinks maybe i can sell it under the banner of 'based on a true story', but i don't know yet.

Anyway, that is mostly how it happened. Bethany made me go into a hotel room with her and she demanded i do what she say, but i didn't know what she was talking about so i was awfully confused and therefore unable to do what she wanted. She got so furious she said she wanted to kill me and then Bob came out of nowhere.

Bob explained that he had not gone missing but he had gone into hiding so as to catch Bethany unawares. He said that he also needed some space away from her because 'that girl is toxic and addictive'

Bob apologised and said he had not been telling me the complete truth. He said that yes he had been a door to door salesman and a painter and a musician, but he said that after that he turned to a shadier profession and became a bounty hunter. He said that a few months ago he had been hired to capture Bethany but had not gotten around to it yet because behind closed doors Bethany was an animal wink wink nudge nudge. I said that sounded kind of interesting, and Bob told me i really had no idea.

Bethany screamed in anger for a while but then she calmed down and she said 'Blake, i will find you yet and i will have you suffer for what you have done to me and when that day comes i will laugh and you will hurt.' Then Bob slapped her and said 'i know a rich old man who wants to know what happened to his mansion in sicily two years ago, so we had best get going Beth.'

Bob was also kind enough to bring Turbo with him, and he seemed happy to see me too.

So i worked a deal out with the hotel people downstairs. They are going to let me stay with them so long as i do oddjobs for them here and there when they need things done. It seems like a good offer to me because the people are nice and they are also giving me food. They're even letting Turbo stay with me so long as he doesn't make a mess!

But i also think Bob might have talked to them beforehand too, on my behalf, because they said 'If mr Bob says we can help you, then god damned if we ain't going to try our darndest and hopefully not get killed or injured quite badly!'. Bob gave me a card with his number on it and said 'if you ever need help Blake, let me know and i will do all i can. Also, let's meet up again and play some guitar!' and i said 'Yeah! that sounds cool!'

It is a really cool card too. It has his name on it and everything! Sometimes i wish i had a business card. Something like 'Blake Samuels - World Wide Wandering Adventurer!'

I wonder if i can get them made up somewhere in town?

Blake out.

Ps. Bob told me that Bethany wrote the other posts, and i told him i would delete them because they were a bit strange but he laughed and said they were funny, so i guess they can stay. Bethany is a bit scary and confusing i think, but it is nice to know my arms are developing, because they still seem a bit weak to me.

a slight headache and cramped surroundings but blake is back!!!

Okay, so i am awfully sorry i have not posted, but i lost my laptop a little while ago and i could not find it. I thought maybe it was stolen and then i thought maybe the person who stole it kidnapped Bob (he went missing you see, and i'll fill you in when i can), so Bethany and i went for a walk to find him and Bethany said 'Blake look at this big stick' and i said 'it certainly is big' and then i turned back to looking for Bob and now i am here in the boot of a car that is going somewhere.

Fortunately, i found my laptop in here, so i thought first things first, best let everyone know i'm in pretty good health and no real danger.

Anyway, it looks like someone has gotten into my blog and written some bits and pieces in it. I don't know who they are yet because i haven't had a chance to look at it because i just wanted to say hello to all of you but i will look at it soon and sort it all out.

I guess it is my fault for leaving my blog open and logged in. Once i left my diary out and open and one of my friends found it and laughed at me for writing letters to michelle yeoh about kung-fu films. It was a sad day, and you would think i would have learned from such mistakes, but it would seem i have not.

There isn't much room in the boot of a car. It is a bit squashy, and also very hard to type, what with the bumping and the ocassional swerving. I think maybe there should be seatbelts in the backs of cars just in case people end up needing them like i do now.

I am not really sure of the logistics of such seatbelts and how they would work, but i suppose that is why i am not in car design.

Ooh, it sounds like we're stopping. Maybe the boot will open and there will be all these people and they will shout 'SURPRISE BLAKE!' and they will have party hats and cake and bethany and bob will be there and they'll be like 'we wanted to hold you a surprise party for no reason!' and we'll all have fun and listen to cool music.

I do kind of wish we weren't stopping already though. I would have liked to see those other posts.

I'll update you guys soon!

Blake out.

patience wearing thin (oh so thin)

Plan B failed, and seeing as i don't have a gun and two oranges, that leaves out plan C. :(

That there are no caves and I have no access to mining equipment means that plan D is completely out, but I never really liked plan D much anyway.

I will not tell you anything more because a crucial time is upon us. And by "us" I mean me, because if it was happening to you, I wouldn't care.

Bob still hasn't shown up, which makes this all the more easier.

Oh poor Blake, the things we could have seen had you not forced my hand...

Littlle miss B ;P

Ps. What? Expecting some sort of b word thing at the end there? You're thinking "Oh she's totally out of ideas", aren't you! AREN'T YOU!!! "She's doesn't have any more b words to fall back on now. ahahahahaha"

Admit it!!!

Well let me tell you something. If i wasn't impossibly beautiful and completely in control of you, you little puppet like creature, i might be offended by your thoughts.

And admit it. You ache for the words I type. You eat them up like candy.

the perfect situation is oh so quickly turning make believe...

I don't know why I keep reporting events to you. I don't know what sort of audience Blake managed to gather during his short period of time online, but I can only imagine that you are all unintelligent and ugly, the sort of people who read this and think 'ooh, who is this ravishingly beautiful woman writing in blake's place?' but don't bother calling Blake and simply asking.

You see, even without having seen me, you know I am beautiful.

You can feel it.

Bob has gone missing. I can't say i'm particularly sad, because he was getting on my nerves anyway. I can't stand people with a drive to succeed and the will to see things through. They eat away at my soul and stab me in the eyes with their daggers of hope and success all the while chewing my ears off with their talk of the bright future ahead of them.

Really, take it somewhere people care, little mr. or ms. happy.

And yes, I'm talking to you.

I said to Blake that we must hurry out of this place because maybe we would be next on the kidnapper's list, but Blake would have none of it. I was surprised actually, because I put on an academy award winning performance, and grabbed at his arm like a true damsel in distress would (and might I add that I like the feel of his biceps ;P) but he stood tall and strong and stupid and it made me quiver and want him even more than I wanted him before.

Blake and I spent the day looking for Bob but we came up with nothing. Mind you, I wasn't really looking.

I told Blake I was scared I was going to be taken next and I tried ever so hard to get him to stay with me tonight but he wouldn't do it. Something about taking Turbo with him (stupid dog) to look again for Bob.

Oh you stupid, stupid blake. The worlds you could discover if you only spent one night in my room...

I guess I will have to move on to plan B.

The ballistically charged little miss B :P

I went CD shopping, yeah...

but i'm not going to tell you what i looked at.

I don't even know who you are, or what you do, and unless you are a member of the little miss B fan club (and if you've never heard of it, shame on YOU!), i don't know if i want to.

I will tell you one thing though: that Blake is about ready to give up on his laptop, i think. He came up to me with his puppy dog eyes and his beautiful hair and he said to me 'little miss B i am sad that my laptop has gone missing and what's worse is that it may never come back. I suppose i will just buy a new one when i get somewhere where i can, but i am very sad because i had grown attached to that one. Do you mind if we stay here a little longer in case it turns up?'

I put my hand on his shoulder, his much stronger than it looks shoulder, which made me wonder whether the rest of him was stronger than it looks, because he doesn't look particularly strong when i think about it now, but i bet he his hiding a mean physique under those jumpers of his. I see him doing his chin ups in the morning, and push ups at night. I've seen him go for jogs after dinner. He is a tasty morsel i must eat, and eat soon.

Anyway, what was i saying?

Oh, that's right! I put my hand on his shoulder, and i said 'of course we can Blake. We can wait here as long as it takes, because i simply wouldn't have it any other way. all i want is for you to be happy, and if we have to wait around for your laptop to show up, then i'm willing to wait until the world flips upside down and the energy finds you.'

That Bob is an idiot. He said we should ask around, see if people have seen the laptop around. I mean really, Bob, why the hell do you always have to be so kind to people?

Ooh, actually that gives me an idea! :)

Tomorrow i might send Bob off to ask around for the laptop. That will leave Blake with me for the day, assuming i send him in the 'right' direction. And by right, of course, i mean wrong.

Did you understand that, or are you stupid?

Because it wouldn't surprise me if you were, you stupid person.

Blake and me, a whole day together.

Yum.

The blissful and babelicious little miss B ;P

SHOE SHOPPING!!! SHOE SHOPPING!!!

So i went shoe shopping today on my brand new laptop. I had to do it in the bathroom so i didn't get found out, but it's all good, because the boys went for a walk to play some guitar.

Blake is still strangely resistant to my charms.

But let it be known that I am a hunter, and that as a hunter I have always captured my prey, whether it be with tranquilizer guns or nets or simply through my sheer attraction factor.

I looked up different shoes because I do not know how much this laptop will sell for.

These shoes are for when Blake takes me out to dinner and pays for everything and then walks me along the beach and then takes me back to his rich apartment for some private energy research in the bubble bath and after that we...

*ahem*

Sorry, I got a little lost there. ;)

http://www.raffaello-network.com/raffties/detail.php?itemid=68292&rangeid=29

This is for when Blake takes me jogging and then I get tired so he has to carry me on his back and when he gets tired I tell him I will transfer my energy to him but then he falls over from exhaustion and I laugh at him because I am a much better person and also smarter.

So much smarter.

http://www.raffaello-network.com/raffties/detail.php?itemid=50824&rangeid=29

And these are just for when I want Blake to know that I have sexy feet, so I will be wearing these a lot.

http://www.raffaello-network.com/raffties/detail.php?itemid=58570&rangeid=29

Shoes don't mean much to me though, when I think about it now.

Maybe I should buy some cds instead?

I wonder how many I could get? Tomorrow I will go cd shopping!!

Blake wants his laptop back oh so badly, and at least I am here to comfort him in those times of sadness. Oh Blake, my precious little Blake, if you could only see that what you really want is right in front of you...

the brilliant and bashful little miss B.

the adventures of blake shuts down - SORRY :(

It truly is unfortunate. That Blake sure was a character, wasn't he? I mean, I don't need to read any of his previous posts and I won't, but I know a character when I meet one.

But let's be honest here, shall we?

Who in their right mind leaves their laptop open in their room, and their blog space open for all to see and edit as they see fit?

:)

Unfortunately, that poor Blake, he will be devastated that his laptop is stolen. I mean, I would be crushed if my laptop was stolen. I would feel as though my heart had been ripped out through my throat along with my lungs, and I would stand around wanting to cry but I mean really, who can cry when they can't even breathe?

I know I can't.

Blake will learn that his one true love is the energy of the world, and that the truest energy in the whole wide and wild world is right here within me and around me and it always has to do with me no matter what else is happening in the world around him.

I am just that sort of person.

I simply must have him. He exudes a quality i have never known and must have. And let us make no mistake:

I get what i want.

I need some new shoes. How much do you think a laptop sells for?

---

The Beautiful and Blossoming and always Blessed little miss B. ;P

Happy to Hang Around - Travis

Bob has had a few different jobs in his lifetime. After he finished university he went straight into door to door dvd encyclopedia selling, and from there he went on to lead a group of specially trained door to door salesmen who specialised in selling to the old and the handicapped. He said that at the top levels of door to door salesmanship, you have sold your product the moment you ring the doorbell, and that various factors could go into selling them. He said that before ringing the doorbell, an elaborate pre-selling process would occur in which many incidents were staged to lead the person into thinking they needed the product. He said he would have his people talking about dvd encyclopedia's on the bus or at work within earshot of the target, and even to the point of interfering with their radios and playing fake radio competitions in which the answers to questions could be found in the dvd encyclopedia.

After a successful pre-sell, Bob said, a customer purchase was almost guaranteed.

Bob left the door to door selling after a few years and went into painting for a while, creating elaborate impressionist like pieces that displayed feelings of loss and tragedy whilst at the same time hiding strong feelings of hope. He said that once he had discovered this way of painting, he did one a day and sold them at galleries for huge amounts of money. People, he said, knew that life would not give them everything they wanted, and they could see that in the broader views of his paintings, but the feelings of hope that were subtly woven through them gave people something they wanted, and so his paintings came to be regarded quite highly.

The illusion of hope, Bob said, is to most people stronger than hope itself.

Bob then became a studio musician, as he had always played guitar and was at this point quite good at it. He cruised along steadily until his guitar work was recorded on Tamaril Millimar's breakout album 'five fingers of fear and foreverness', and he suddenly became the most wanted hired gun around. He played live with more bands than he can remember, and recorded with even more.

Rock, Bob said, is a world all of it's own.

One day Bob was walking in the park and he met Bethany, who was with a young man around Bob's age called Barry. They got to talking and Bethany taught Bob about the truth in the world around him, and suddenly Bob was able to understand the world in a way he previously could not. He saw Bethany more and more, and eventually he quit his studio musician job and donated almost all of his money to charities, deciding to start fresh in the fresh new world he now lived in.

As it turns out, Bob has a strange sort of energy flow, because unlike other people he has been harmoniously placed so that his energy is always positively enriching. The problem, Bob said, was that his power could run both ways, and bad people could sense it and would want to use it even if they could not see it. Bethany told him she could teach him how to control the flow better but they would have to leave right away. Bob said he never say Barry again, but Bethany assured him that Barry was a strong energy warrior capable of fending for himself.

Bethany's energy flow training, Bob told me, was nothing he could explain to me without blushing and feeling a little dirty. He assured me however, that it is an amazing workout, and it opened his eyes to universes of pleasurable energy flow the likes of which he had never EVER previously known.

Bob seems like a really cool guy.

I was going to head off today but Bethany convinced us to stay an extra few days. She said that this area was a positive area and that we should soak as much of it in as we can before we leave. She looked at me and she said 'if possible i want to suck in ALL the energy in this area, and feel the flow of it all around and inside of me.'

I am not sure i understand Bethany yet.

Blake out.

all about energy flow and worlds within worlds

So we all stopped at a little roadside inn today, early in the morning. Bob and i had been driving all night so we were both very tired, and decided that a rest was in need. This place is quite nice, and the old couple that run it are happy for guests because they do not get them often and so they love to hear about anything you have to say. I updated them on my guitar situation and Peter and Roger and how sometimes muffins can taste better or worse depending on the weather you are in when you eat them.

When Bethany and Bob went out on one of their energy walks, i took a nap, and i dreamed that i was a small squirrel collecting shoes that dropped from trees and matching them with others i had found so that when the owners of the shoes came along i would have everything ready for them. After a while it started raining so i had to run to shelter and there was a girl under there who seemed familiar and she smelled of cake and i wasn't a squirrel anymore so i tried to ask her if she was baking anything tasty but as i approached her she kept shrinking until she disappeared and then i woke up.

When Bob and Bethany came back, Bob went to their room and decided to have a nap. Bethany sat with me outside and i was trying to play some basic fingerpicking stuff but it wasn't really working out for me. Bethany said that i have a strange sort of energy flow, and i said really, and she said yes because unlike other people i have been harmoniously placed so that my energy flow is always positively enriching. I said that sounded good, and she said yes but it is also bad because people can sense it even if they can't see it and they may try and use you for purposes other than good. She placed her hand on my arm and she said 'you have an unusual attraction factor Blake, and above all you must not take advantage of it because certain women will find you irresistable and they will run away with you in a heartbeat and even leave whoever it is they are with sleeping in their motel room.'

The she looked at me for what felt like quite a long time and said nothing. I said she didn't need to worry because i did not often get myself into trouble, and she got up and said 'maybe next time...' and walked off.

I am trying to teach Turbo to catch a frisbee i found but so far he is not quite getting it. I think it would be really awesome if i could throw it really far and he could run and jump and catch it then bring it back. I am totally going to work on that in the next few weeks!

Blake out.

PS. Oh, in case i forget, someone remind me to talk about what Bob and Bethany did before they learned about energy flow and the true nature of the world. It is quite interesting!

quiet days but nice days

Turbo and i have been taking it super easy over the past couple of days. I picked up two hitch hikers on the way and they are a couple and their names are Bob and Bethany. They are nice people and they have been telling me all about a life they used to live that they have since run away from.

As it turns out, the world as they see it is made up of massive amounts of energy, and people are made from this energy, but not only that, people are constantly creating more of this energy which seeps from them invisibly and affects the people around them both positively and negatively. In cities, because of the sheer number of people, huge amounts of energy are created and because no one knows it is there or how to use it, it simply deteriorates into negative energy which slowly seeps into people and animals and eats away at them.

Bob and Bethany are on a trek through the wilderness, and also through places less crowded than cities. She says that the world is clearer out this way, so much so you can feel it through every part of your body, and sometimes in the mornings i think she might be right. Bob is kind of new to the energy thing, and so needed to escape the cities because they were making him feel a little sick. He and Bethany have been learning to cope with energy flow and redirect in ways that will have positive effects on the world around them, but Bethany stressed to me that they were not about controlling the energy flow. It was more allowing it to flow the way it should have always flowed but couldn't.

Over the evenings we sit around a fire and talk and listen. It's been really good so far, and Bob has taught me some guitar stuff. He taught me some barre chords, but they are a bit uncomfortable for me to play at the moment. Bob makes them sound really clear and pretty but mine still feel a bit blunt and muted. It is nice though to know some new stuff because now i can start expanding my little world of music into a little galaxy in the hopes of someday becoming a little universe with stars and milky ways and other planets with populations and forests and seas and such.

A universe made up of music. Damn that would be cool.

Bob and Bethany said they would travel with me to the city that is nearby, because Bethany said that Bob is probably ready for another city experience, and also that because this one is not too big, he should be ok. I am happy because it means i will have their company for a little while and also i can get Bob to teach me some of that nice finger picking stuff he played on my guitar earlier today.

The days have treated me well recently, and here's hoping they keep doing so. I think maybe Bethany is right about some of this energy stuff. All these clear skies and peaceful scenery has really cleared me up!

Blake out.

blake's back on the road again!

So the wind is in my hair again, as Turbo and i coast along random roads in the hopes for random goodness and interesting people to meet. So far it has been a bit boring but that is also kind of good because ocassionally we will stop somewhere nice looking and i will practise some guitar for a bit. Man, guitar is really hard to play. My fingers hurt a bit but i hope i am getting better because i really want to become a decent player even if i can never make it to guitar girl's standard.

On saturday Peter and Roger were mad because they did not know where the factory had gone. Roger ripped a maxi safe cape of the wall and went back early in the morning to search for clues, but found none. He came back looking a bit sad, and i think he was disappointed because he was hoping to find some muffin crumbs or another scout report team cat to talk to. It turns out Peter knows i have been a muffin bot all along, and he told me while Roger was out. He said 'Blake, i knows you is a muffin bot because you're always talking about them in your sleep, but i think maybe you are a broken muffin bot because you have not tried to shoot us or kill us yet so i was thinking all along that having our very own muffin bot in the resistance forces could be very good for us, especially when those awful parachuting squirrel forces attack.'

However, Roger still doesn't know, and we agreed it is better that way.

I went to the bar later that night, and i went in but there was no one there. No bartender or anything. I know i probably shouldn't have but i had a walk around behind the counter and backstage and stuff, because i have never really had the chance to do so before. It is really interesting for me, but i won't bother writing it down for you because it is actually kind of boring, i think.

I sat around for a while. In fact, i sat around for a couple of hours, but nothing happened. I was a bit sad because i had hoped that someone might turn up so i could talk to them but no one did.

It felt like my time to leave had come, so i decided to head home and go to bed so i could get up early and hit the road. On my way out though, i found guitar girl on the steps, and she was playing her guitar but she wasn't singing. I told her i was sorry i scared her off last time but she said that i had made her feel really good with my comment. I asked her what happened to the factory but she wasn't sure. She said she had always been kind of sad and that my comment had made her feel like maybe there was more she could do and that made her want to write happier songs.

I felt much more comfortable around her this time and i got her to teach me some guitar. She taught me a c, a d, and a g chord, but i don't play them very well yet. She even gave me her guitar, even though i refused multiple times. She said she had plenty of them and that she knew i would enjoy playing it once i got a bit better at it. After that she said thankyou again and i said it was nothing (because really it was, you know?) and then she disappeared into the night.

I went home and played guitar until very early in the morning, and my fingers hurt. I slept in and told Peter and Roger that i would be leaving for new shores. They were a bit sad, but Peter was saying that he needed to do some more scouting around local areas soon so maybe we would bump into each other again, and when that happened we could once again fight together. Roger shook my hand and told me that although he still didn't trust me, i reminded him of a young friend he lost in the giant muffin bot battle of '65, and that was a good thing, i think.

I wish i could have said goodbye to Lanks and Grung, but maybe i will see them again somewhere anyway.

Thank you again, guitar girl Relm!

Onward and upward Blake!

Blake out.

waiting for tomorrow...

i got woken up by Peter this morning. There was a lot of noise coming from outside my room, and it surprised me because i forgot we were invading the factory, and thought maybe Roger was kicking me out. That's happened before, me getting kicked out of places i lived in for no real reason. One of my girlfriend's even kicked me out of my own house once, and then locked herself in it. I had to get the police to come and everything.

Peter shouted 'Get up boy! Today's the big day! We're hitting that factory hard and we're hitting it fast! We'll be a three man tornado filled with dynamite and the factory will be the poor guy whose stomach we are erupting from! HOOO WEEE!!! I haven't felt like this since we blew up those invisible tanks in that invisible factory hidden in that peculiar empty field! Are you listening yet!? Get up boy!' And then Roger ran in wearing a curtain as a cape and he was carrying this big old elephant gun and he said 'Damn it Peter! I told you not to wake the muffin bot! Well, nothing we can do about it now. Give him the electric power slap 3000 and come over here and help me get your cape ready!'

So we got to the factory, all of us dressed in curtains and old stackhat bike helmets and i was given an old spatula (a really big one) as a weapon because Roger didn't trust me. Roger carried his old elephant gun and Peter had two water pistols filled with a substance he called 'instant kill juice super acid', which he said would send people packing quicker than people forget the villainy that slaps them in the face every day of every week of every year. We all looked at the factory from the top of a small hill and Roger said 'you go in first, muffin bot boy, they know you,' and i said 'but they'll know something's up the minute they see my helmet and maxi safe cape,' and Roger said 'that's why you'll go invisible the moment they think something's wrong. Duh! Now get in their, quick, and remember the signal!'

As it turned out, i didn't need to use the signal (three quick waves followed by me spreading my arms out like wings, and then a squat and then a 'Hey Hoooooooooo!'), because there was no one in the factory. We all wandered the first floor a little confused. The elvators weren't working anymore, so i couldn't go down to the dorms, and to be honest, it looked like they would not work then or ever. It was like the whole place had been abandoned in a single evening, and all that remained were a few dusty tables and some triangles sitting on top of them. Peter said he had heard of this happening before, giant teleporters sending people from factory to factory the moment they knew an attack was coming, and then Roger noticed reinforcements had arrived, in the form of a black cat. He ran over to it and said 'Any news to report?' then turned to Peter and said 'calibrations must be off' and then turned back to the cat and shouted 'ANY. NEWS. TO REPORT?!' We all left a little dejected when we realised nothing was going to happen.

I found a note on my way out though, and it said 'please meet me at the bar tomorrow night', but it looked kind of old, so i couldn't tell whether it was for me or for someone a long time ago who i didn't know. In any case, i thought it might be a good idea to go to the bar anyway, to see if any of the workers showed up. I would hate to think that Lanks and Grung left before saying anything to me, but i feel confident that if they did they would have had good reasons, because they seemed like good people.

Roger thinks the teleporter idea is rubbish, and that the factory workers were all turned to dust instantly, which is why the place looked so old. I thought it was a little gross that i was breathing in Sumael and Lanks and Grung, but i didn't say anything.

So i guess maybe sunday will be my last day here, and then i will head off to wherever it is i might be headed to.

Fingers crossed for tomorrow.

Blake out.

PS. fifteen chin ups this morning, but i felt a little slack about them.

a mostly forgettably wednesday but maybe friday...?

Wednesday work was really dead. It was like a ghost factory all of a sudden, because when it is filled with people you tend to forget the sheer size of it as you are among hundreds and hundreds of other workers. There were very few people working today and most of them were not really in a good state to be working anyway, ocassionally falling into sleep mid triangle creation. I passed a few couriers who had fallen asleep standing up, and even a few who were sleep walking around!

So with that in mind, i went to the dormitories, got the big grey book for Peter then left work early. I mean, nothing was really getting done so i figured me leaving wasn't really going to harm anything and also it was another great day outside and i really wanted to enjoy it and soak up the sun again.

Peter was really happy to get the book. He got this fiendish look in his eyes and he said to Roger 'It is time Roger!' and Roger said, 'Time for what?' and Peter slapped him in the face (real hard like, too) and said in a lower but more serious voice 'It is time, Roger.' and Roger didn't seem to understand but he said 'Ah, i see. It is time.' Then Peter turned to me and he said 'The day after tomorrow we raid the factory Blake. Be on your ready. If you have weapons, i suggest you prepare them for battle. On friday, the factory will fall.'

I didn't really feel like i could say anything, because i also feared the slapping i would get for speaking out. I spent the rest of the day wondering where guitar girl had gotten to and i also read a little bit more of 'Mirror Mirror'

I found Lanks asleep in the cafe this morning, and it took me a bit of work to wake him up. When he did wake up, he was happy to see me but also a little confused. 'Blake,' he said, 'how long has it been, my friend?' and i said 'Um... i saw you yesterday Lanks,' and he said 'Ah, yesterday. How long ago was that?' and i said 'i um... i don't know what you mean Lanks,' and he looked out the window and said 'too long, Blake. Maybe i will see my family soon. I think i would like that.'

I heard guitar music when i left the cafe, but i couldn't seem to locate it. I walked around the place for a while and even went down some side alleyways but i couldn't work out where it was coming from. It was really weird. It reminded me of guitar girl's music but something about it was different. I don't know how else to describe it, but it felt like what i was hearing was in colour, and not in black and white. Does that make sense? I hope it does.

I went to the bar but it was closed, so i wandered over to the jazz bar and the three jazz cats were sitting outside. We talked for a little bit about nothing, but the long and the short of it was like this:

Blake: Hey guys
Small Guy: Hey Blake
Fat Guy: Hey Blake
Thin Guy: Hey Blake
B: What are you doing?
SG: Waiting for a ride
FG: Nobody left to play for
TG: Town has spread thin
B: Where you guys going then?
SG: Where the wind takes us
FG: And the music
TG: And where we're told, i guess
B: Good luck then!
SG: you too man
FG: yeah, you made this place interesting for awhile
TG: seems everyone is going man, time to move on...

They are some tripped out guys, but man they are cool! i wish i could have seen them one more time, but i think maybe i will find them again sometime when i am drunk and in the mood for jazz music. I just get that feeling, you know?

Tomorrow should be an interesting day, i think.

Blake out.

tired, tired, tired tuesday...

So i got to work today, and everyone was a little odd. It was like something about them was missing. They looked like ghosts, all pale and tired. Everyone did what they did every day, but they looked a bit sluggish, and i couldn't work out why. I thought maybe there was a party everyone went to that i didn't get invited to. That's happened to me before, people holding parties and leaving me out of them.

Anyway, finding Sumael was easy. I was delivering some electronics down to 13-F when i bumped into him. He seemed as tired as all the rest of them, kind of dazed and confused and generally out of it. I said 'oh hey man i have some stuff you ordered from a friend,' and he was like '...huh?' so i said, 'here' and gave him the 'sensitive materials'. He opened the bag and said '...oh... right. i'd, um... completely forgotten. Um, could you take this stuff to the dorms for me? Also, there's a big grey book near my bed. Give that to Peter,' and then he gave me some batman comics.

I headed down to the dorms and it was just empty. You could have told me that there was no one left in the whole factory and i might have believed you. But then i heard something so i followed the sound down a corridor and down another one and through a door and suddenly i was lost. I opened another door and found myself in a corridor that looked vaguely familiar. It had a kind of light green feel to it, and i could hear people further down it so i headed towards them, but before i could get there someone grabbed me and threw me up against the wall.

Turned out it was that guy in the suit with the sunglasses. He got up real close to me and he said real seriously 'What the hell did you do?' and i thought he was mad because i had skipped work yesterday so i said 'oh man i'm way sorry but it was just such a nice day i had to enjoy it you know?' and he was all like 'what the hell does that mean? Is that some sort of code? I don't take well to code Blake, and i can break you. i will break you. Where is she?' and i said, 'Turbo is a guy dog, i swear to god. And he's at home. I know i can't bring him to work, and i never have.' and he said 'Turbo? What the hell are you talking about?' and i said 'what are you talking about?'

Then he paused for a moment, and looked at me real careful like. He said, 'Relm. I'm talking about Relm. Where is she?' I didn't know who he was talking about. I said 'Relm?', and he said, 'the guitarist Blake. The girl guitarist. Her name is Relm. I know you bumped into her, and i need you to tell me where she went.' I said 'She went somewhere?' and he said 'she left last night, and no one knows where she went. This is really important Blake. Really important.' I told him i had no idea where she was and he said 'i think you may be the only one who can find her Blake. I don't know what will happen if she's gone much longer...' and with that he pushed me out through a door and locked it.

I was back out in the factory, so i just went back to work. Everyone was moving so slow. By the end of the day everyone was really exhausted. Grung and Lanks couldn't work out what was going on, and they said they felt like they just wanted to go to sleep for a while.

I went back home to Peter and Roger and Peter got heaps mad that i'd forgotten the big grey book. Roger was convinced it was a conspiracy. He said that first i wormed my way into his home, which had become unsafe, then i blocked off their communication to headquarters, which was sleeping soundly in the corner, and now i'd forgotten a vital piece of information to aid the resistance, which he knew meant only bad things and muffin bots. I said i would get it tomorrow but Roger said time was a wasting and i was a wasting it.

I went outside in the night air and i thought i heard quitar girl playing something, but maybe i think i just wanted to hear her. My mind can sometimes be funny like that, playing tricks on me and such. I wonder where she went to? I hope she is ok, wherever she is...

Blake out.

lazy monday morning, lazy monday evening

i slept in today. I took turbo for a walk and just ate up as much sun as i could. It was one of those days in which i did next to nothing but i felt really good for it.

I'm thinking i should get moving soon, but i really need to try and learn something from guitar girl first. I have this strange feeling like i can't leave until i work out why her songs are like they are. I've never felt this kind of need to know something before. It is actually a very strange feeling.

Oh, i guess i do have something else to talk about. In my dream this morning i was in a hallway with a janitor's mop and bucket, and i was trying to clean up a puddle on the floor but it just wasn't happening. The pattern on the floor was all these squares in various shades of green, and it was all a bit ugly. Then this guy in a suit and sunglasses pushed me over from out of nowhere, kicked down the door in front of me and shouted, 'Don't touch that, you fool!', and then i saw him kick down another door and shout, 'Dammit man! Pick up the pen already!!!'

It was a bit strange.

Peter said he had an assignment for me, and i said i would accept the assignment on the condition that he and Roger stopped attempting to contact headquarters through Turbo. Peter talked it over with Roger, and after convincing Roger that it was not a plot to cut off communication for the oncoming muffin bot slaughterfest he was sure was coming, he agreed to my condition.

Funnily enough, i have to deliver some 'sensitive materials' to a factory worker called Sumael (What're the odds!?), and he will direct me from there onto my next 'assignment' Actually, Peter said i don't need to worry about getting it to him straight away, so long as he gets them by the end of the week.

I think i will stick around one more week, because Blake is feeling like a move might be necessary. Somewhere with more people, and more bars, and more things to do.

Actually, aren't i supposed to get paid for working in the factory? I really should look into that.

Blake out.

wasted opportunities and awesome jazz music

So i met guitar girl on friday, but i still have no idea what her name is. I was delivering cylinders to the triangle room (you should see these triangles! They're massive!) really early in the morning, and one of the guys there, Sumael, wanted me to drop something off for him in the dormitories. It was some old spiderman comics that had been delivered to him that he now needed delivered to his bunk. Anyway, i was all like 'alright! Excuse to check out the dormitories again!'

So i took the lift all the way down to 17-C, and i was wandering around looking for Sumael's bunk when i heard the sound of a guitar. It sounded like someone trying to piece together a puzzle, like they were working out which chords went together, and i looked over and i saw her. Guitar girl. Sitting right there at the end of a bed playing her guitar. And i dropped the comic books and she heard it and she looked up at me all shocked. She got up and apologised like she'd done something wrong and then she was about to walk off.

'Wait!' i said, and she turned around and looked at me like i was going to tell her off, and i went suddenly blank. 'I... uh... i really like your guitar playing. It's real... nice...'

I had all these things i wanted to say and that really doesn't cut it, i don't think.

Anyway, she smiled a kind of sad smile, and then ran off down a corridor. I was left standing around with a bunch of comic books feeling really stupid like.

She didn't play on saturday night. Everyone was standing and waiting but she just never turned up. Her little stool sat on an empty stage, and when everyone realised she wasn't coming, there was a strange confusion in the air, because she played every saturday, and this was the first time she'd not shown up. It was really strange. I hope i didn't do anything wrong, or say something stupid that made her not want to play. Sometimes i say stupid things and i don't even know i've said them.

We went and saw the jazz guys again, and just like the last time they were just awesome! I was really drunk, but for a while there i was convinced the guitarist had like seven fingers, and the drummer was going so fast it looked like he had three arms.

Man i was SO drunk though. My eyesight goes everywhere when i'm drunk, it's kind of funny.

So i spent most of today recovering. I went to the bookstore and i said to the girl there, 'hey can you recommend me any books,' and she didn't look up from her magazine she just said 'try this,' and i said 'what is it?' and she said 'it's got words in it. You can probably combine them into sentences and maybe even be entertained by them,' so i said 'cool!'

The book is called 'Mirror Mirror' I haven't read heaps but it seems interesting so far. That bookstore girl knows books!

I am still a bit worried about guitar girl. How do i avoid freezing up again though?

You can do it blake! Dust yourself off and try again!

Blake out.

work all day, random thoughts at night...

So work was uneventful, but Grung said him and some guys were going to see some more jazz on saturday and that i should come, and i was all like 'oh man i'm totally going to be there because last time it was just awesome!'

maybe i was a little too excited. But i mean, these guys are really good.

Anyway, i got to thinking about this guy i knew a while back, maybe a few years. He was the only person i knew who ever really pretended to be gay to pick up women. I mean, you always hear about it but you never think people actually do it. He always used to say to me 'Blake, a guy like you could probably pick up some beautiful women, but i think your approach is all wrong. I think that's why you always seem to have ugly girlfriends.'

He wasn't entirely wrong, unfortunately.

At the time i was playing final fantasy six again because it is one of my favourite games ever, and he would just come round uninvited, sit on the couch and talk to me. His plan was to work himself into their life as the gay friend, and have them fall in love with him. He would say to me 'Blake, it is one thing for a 'gay' guy to turn hetero because he loves a woman, but it is another thing for the same guy to turn because the woman loves him. If i can find the woman to 'turn' for, i will have myself the catch of a lifetime.'

I don't know if he ever found that woman, but i know he usually had three or four 'projects' going at any one time. I'm not sure why he did it, really. Once we were sitting around and i was playing through that bit in the game where Cyan's castle gets poisoned, and my girlfriend put some stuff in a suitcase and i said 'what are we having for lunch Tara?' and she said 'I've been seeing the drummer from three eyes of the holy death puppets for the past week. Go fuck yourself blake.' and i said 'alright, i guess i'll get some take out,' and then she left. This guy looked at me and just shook his head. He said 'Blake, they walk all over you, man. You got to walk all over them by having them think they're walking with you man...'

He was full off sayings like that. I think Tara and i had a pretty good run though. I mean, besides her being an alcoholic and somewhat keen on throwing my stuff at me, we didn't do too badly.

I don't know what happened to that guy. I wonder if he is still playing the gay guy.

It is funny sometimes how my mind wanders all over the place and then realises it is nowhere important. Tomorrow i will actually ask about guitar girl. I feel like i've been putting it off even though i just keep forgetting.

Blake out.

Ps. eleven chin ups today! woo!