Blue Signs On

Okay. Starting up. Again.

I hope it works this time. I'm still wading through a ton of bugs. Radio Shack can't help me here. But let me tell you, watching those little red and green and blue lights blink is like water to a dying man in a desert.

Water. It's everywhere. Whoever dreamed up this idea either lives by the ocean or wants to.

I'm sorry. Am I confusing you? Maybe I'll write up a post that explains things better. But, see, the "computer" in this place isn't exactly what you'd be used to. It takes awhile to write one sentence. You know those giant marble runs you see in museums? Picture that, only made of wood (mostly) and spread out in the cracks of an entire world.

No. Not a world. An idea. Someone's idea that I am curled up inside like a parasite. Took me ages to figure that out with the first one, and then....something went wrong, some wrinkle. Woke up and discovered that my first blog, and the Idea it described, didn't exist any more. Scarier, it has never existed. I tried to find it, and believe me, I'm damn good at finding shit in the void of the internet. But it had never been there.

So, take two. I've got more hardware and a better lair. Or CHURCH, as I like to call it. Appropriate; it's a place of sanctity. Divinity. The divine aspirations of one hardware nut who found out something amazing. Plus it's in the loft of an old Masonic temple. Ironically.

Call me Blue. You will note in the profile that I give my full name as Ransom Blue. This may or may not be my true name, in whole or in part. Blue will do. I have blue on the mind lately. From the glass-walled place where I sit in that other lair, that Idea, I see mostly ocean the color of Maxfield Parish's wet dreams (spelling?). In places, these things like mile-high nautilus shells thrust from the water. If they are alive, that is awesome and pants-shittingly terrifying. In the disance, along the rail of the skywalk, are glass buildings, dark metal buildings, tree-high ferns that throw half the world into cool, purple shade.

Or so I surmise. It'll be awhile before I go there. The last Idea, when it ended badly....well, I think I got found out by the real owner. Booted. Though that doesn't explain why Blog no. 1 got wiped from existence and history.

Do I have an explanation for these Ideas? Are they VR? Hallucination? Other planets or alternate realities? Don't know, don't really care yet. Solving the mystery would lessen the....just the THE of it, if that makes sense. I do know that it started after I got struck by lightning. That's a story for another time. One I'm sick of telling. But I imagine you'll want to know, Person Who Reads This.

Need more Monster and Doritos. Also need to remind myself that Idea has a capital I in my Church.

--Blue Was Here