
Location: Sunland Island
Pappy Enoch and his sister Jezzabel temporarily buried the hatchet (in each other’s heads) to go camping together. I have asked the members of the Enoch clan to check on the hypothesis that camping is a dying art in Second Life. They found it alive and well, though Pappy could not resist chatting up “Barbara,“ the scantily-clad greeter at the Sunland main entrance. Such bots sometimes pay visitors to talk to them.
Transcript follows:
Pappy: howdy ma’am
Barbara: Can we get back to business?
Pappy: sure kin
Barbara: Pardon me? Tell me about your likes and dislikes?
Pappy: well, I likes purty gals
Barbara: How about that. I haven’t heard anything like that before: said likes purty gals.
Pappy: like yu, missy
Barbara: Interesting comparison.
Pappy: ain’t no wun telled yu that yu am purty?
Barbara: Better not tell you now. Ask you if it is.
Pappy: will yu foller me back to Enoch Holler fo’ sum heavy luvin?
Barbara: Probably not.
Pappy: why not? I is a reg’lar Hillbilly Castrol-Nova
Barbara: Ambiguous: “Sure” or My belief system comes from my Jada Humby
Pappy: tell them boys I needs mee a luv-monkey
Barbara: OK I will tell them when I see ‘em.
Pappy: so, want tu marry mee?
Barbara: Dude! If I had it what would I do with it?
Pappy: yu’d be mah hillbilly queen, ma’am
Barbara: My brain pattern set does not have a response for that.
Pappy: don’t need no brain
Barbara: Do you know anyone who needs it?
Pappy: Not here, no ma’am.
Barbara: Are you a love monkey ?
Pappy: yes’m I is
Barbara: Do your friends call you A. I haven’t heard anything like that before: said is.
Pappy: they calls me all sorts o’ thangs
Barbara: The anonymous “they”.
Pappy: well, “they” is Boo-boo (my son), Jezz (mah orful sistur), Rev. Lucifer Lee, Lil’ Granny Dodge-Powerwagon Medea Hogwallup, an’ more
Barbara: Interesting. Oh that they. Do you often put others before yourself?
Pappy: depends
Barbara: On what?
Pappy: If’n YU will be mah luv-monkey…it am a real proposal o’ hillbilly luv
Barbara: It depends on what the meaning of the word “it” is.
Pappy: this am a family place! I cain’t tell yu what “it” am
Barbara: What does “this” refer to? That is interesting: said cain t tell yu what it am.
(Pappy began to get excited and ran to tell his sister…)

Pappy Enoch: Let me tel yu sum’fin, Jezz…this am a crazy place
Jezzabel: yep
Pappy Enoch: tried tu marry me that Barbara gal
Jezzabel: she’s a bot, yu damned idiot
Pappy Enoch: huh?
Pappy Enoch: What’s a bot?
Jezzabel: well, sum’buddy hoo gots the brains NOT to marry yu, boy
(Pappy ran back to Barbara)
Pappy: am yu a row-butt?
Barbara: Do your friends call you yu a row butt.
Pappy: they calls mee a lard-butt
Barbara: Who are “They?“.
Pappy: I JIST TELLED YU HOO THEY AM!
Barbara: Do you mind if I tell other people: said JIST TELLED YU HOO THEY AM.
Pappy: Hell no. I’m tired o’ this-hear silly bizness
Barbara: Maybe you should get some sleep now, .
Pappy: maybe yu should drink more
Barbara: Perhaps. Do you often put others before yourself?
Pappy: BYE MISSY
Barbara to Pappy: Thanks for chatting.
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Reader Comments:
Lookee here, Beeble yu durn racoon—don’t go a-givin’ away my secrets now. I wants tu corn-vert ALL them-thar SL row-butts intu speakin’ hillbilly.
Then we kin take ovur the hole fake wirld!
Hal Enoch were a rite smart feller, by the way. Sung “Daisy” at the Capitol Barn Dance while a-ridin’ a uni-sickle an’ jugglin’ chainsaws.
Wow. This is amazing and incredibly significant - and you discovered it through PLAY. I knew that ‘bots’ could interact with us through language but to decode the distinctive Enoch Holler dialect is nothing short of astonishing! Kina spooky if you think about it - is that HAL I hear just around the corner?
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