A 38-year-old who doesn't wear a bra... that's a goddamn shame right there. Especially on vacation. Especially when posing for a picture. Especially when she puts it in her profile. *sigh* Bibbidi-Bobbidi-BOOBS!

I can't imagine what kind of job an MBA from a community college would get you. Or why someone would travel thousands upon thousands of miles to work IN A COFFEE SHOP IN THE DESERT.

Aim low, DaveyDear, aim low.

Well, her photo aside, she appears to have a sweet personality, if a bit simple(she can't see the woods for the Davey-Ego ;)). She kind of reminds me of The Onions' Jean Teasdale, actually. I bet she has many many many Beanie Babies at home.
back to Davey - I actually have started to MST the RP fic(in pages. Good lord, like I'm gonna mst a 48 page fic in one hit!). The Splutster is looking it over for any editing, but one of us will post a link here when it's done.

Re. Davey seeking out positive reviews. I always found it amusing that when he'd hang around on the Portal of Evil foxfire forum, he'd take the 'praise' as genuine. Even when people more or less spelt out that he was a loser and made everyone feel better about themselves. I wonder how oblivious he was to the fact that those were all 'we're laughing AT you, not WITH you' praises he read? ;)

Darn, I missed the cat roll call - Mom (and sort of me by extension when I am home) has Wooly (or, the Wooler as we call him at times.). He's a large Maine-Coon-like creature with the bravery of a chicken. He's terrified of door threshholds and the stove, and likes licking bags. He had a brother, Quaker, who was almost as chicken as he was - he was shorthaired, but he passed on this past winter.

I had a big longhaired white cat, who was as deaf as a post, Edward. He was mellow to the point of almost being comatose. He made it to 15, but succumbed to feline leukemia.

maybe Davey's been so desensitized to the insults that he can't help but take all criticism as positive. There's been times I wish I could ignore reality, too.

When I get home to high-speed internet access, I'll have to go over that 48-page magnum opus of his.

Oh, forgot one thing...It took me a while to figure out what the heck "Clinton Jobs" were. I thought he just had the hate on for Bill Clinton and Steve Jobs or some bizarre sexual fantasy with the two or something. I can be awful thick at times.

Don't worry, Marc.... it's not something most sensible people make a connection with straight away. I mean... how many nicknames has fellatio got? Plenty of them spring to mind before 'Clinton jobs', I'm sure ;)

And he stopped being any fun at all when his meds changed. In the good old days, the hideous artistic revenge he wreaked on those who slighted him was brilliant :).

Edited by author 07-27-2004 05:26 PM
Our Bichon Frise (dog) used to act like a cat sometimes when she was younger... I'm not sure how much "stalking" other dogs do though, but we used to love to catch her eye with something and watch her take half an hour of steady, tense creeping across the living room floor to pouce and chew.

But like many of her cute tricks, we wore it out and she stopped doing it. If she was on her back getting attention and you'd stratch her neck or chest, she'd wrap her front paws around your wrist like a bear. We used to call her a little polar bear, because she is all white with a black nose and eyes.

Great googly moogly! Take a couple of days off and get prolific'd under! By the way, if any one is interested in trying out this West Nile thing that's all over the news, I've got a case I've no more interest in I'd happily send along.

Reading of Bill's X-Box woes, I have a moment of PS-owner's schadenfreude, for which I apologize. A new and interesting chapter in the vile career of Bill Gates! My wife and I have an idea that there's a lot of Transporter-Malfunction versions of the wealthy runnin' around, and Gates is one of them: vast charitible donations one day, new monopoly schemes the next, depending on which one is locked in the closet. Other easy example-- Ted Turner ("RESTORE!" *biff* "COLORIZE!" *pow*)

I rented Blinx for the 'box today. KITTIES EVERYWHERE!!! also, the cutscenes are in another weird, suspiciously japanese sounding language with subtitles! fun.

Edited by author 07-28-2004 12:39 AM
M3:
"I can't imagine what kind of job an MBA from a community college would get you."

Given Davey's near-obsessive reminders that he went to a CC, maybe Nitwit is his female alter-ego-maniac?

But what does an MBA from a CC get you? Maybe Davey didn't get one, but I'm sure that he wasn't an English or Arts Major! But since nothing turns up in his works that doesn't seem to come from his limited experience, he might be bringing Nitsan in just because of that.

My former theory about Davey's REAL job was that he worked in a video store. But I work in retail, and he'd have a much broader experience with real life if he did. Any theories as to what this 35-year-old's day job is?

Oh, wait--Am I going too far out on a limb to suggest that they don't HAVE "community colleges" in Japan?

IMPORTANT! (And Gonter-FREE!) MESSAGE!

I keep forgetting to mention this:
The Comments are what other pages refer to as an "Open Thread." Anybody can bring up any topic for discussion here. If you don't want to talk Gonterwhack, feel free to start something else. Of course, no one is obligated to reply to your thread, or mine, or any one elses. This is here to start conversations, so go ahead and start any you want.

Okay, Bill, I'll take you at your word.

Saw your update today, and I know exactly where you're coming from. I'm a bachelor myself, and with a few brief exceptions always have been. I can't imagine wanting to have other people in my face 24-7. I also don't like kids much. I don't have the patience or maternal instinct, and people lacking those should not have children, period.

Some people may not be able to wrap their heads around this, but screw 'em. I make a living, I'm a homeowner, I'm not in any debt besides my mortgage. I'm doing well for myself despite not having a mate to legitimize my existence! Nobody has the right to say that someone who chooses to remain single and/or childless is failing/missing out/anything else. Period.

<./rant>

<raises hand>another Voluntary Human Extinction Project candidate right here.
When I was a teen, I think I was one of the VERY few who never babysat. I have no idea why...either our family didn't know many toddler-bearing people or I gave off a 'not good with kids' aura, but I never felt the squeeing, cooing attachment that other girls got when a baby was around. I still don't. I don't mind kids at all, as long as they're old enough to hold a conversation and I can give them back afterwards. But Scott and I are vehemently agreed that kids are not on our agenda, much to my mother's chagrin. She occasionally tries to assure me that having kids is the most wonderful, fulfilling thing in the world. And for some, I'm sure it is. But to me they're expensive, demanding and I see too many of them who are being brought up spoilt and nasty.
I value my damn independance and financial freedom.
I'm with Bill - pets are going to be my children.

Oh, and Bill:
I believe I read somewhere that Gontie's day job is doing book-keeping for his mother's small business. I don't know what that is, exactly, but it strikes me as something that's not hugely demanding nor requires him to leave the house ;)

I am a bored girl with boring things to say. I threw out The Novel and am starting a new one. My goal is to have a decent rough draft of something by the time I graduate from college. That's a little less than two years from now.

Here are some quotes from Rope, because I am a silly fangirl:

Brandon Shaw: Nobody commits murder just for the experience of committing it. Nobody except us.

Mrs. Atwater: Do you know when I was a girl I used to read quite a bit.
Brandon: We all do strange things in our childhood.

Brandon: Rupert is extremely radical. Do you know that he selects his books on the assumption that people not only can read but actually can think?

Rupert: Brandon has told me a lot about you.
Janet: Did he do me justice?
Rupert: Do you deserve justice?

Brandon: Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.

Kenneth: We're drinking champaigne? Is it somebody's birthday?
Brandon: You might say it's quite the opposite.

Brandon: I've always thought that it was out of character for David to drink anything as corrupt as Whiskey.
Phillip: Out of character for him to be murdered, too.

I'm looking forward to having a kid to share my love with. I plan to adopt, though. Actually squirting the kid out is too subtle a maternal joy for me. Also wanting the live-in boyfriend. Actually, several would be ideal. In fact, that's my solution to the overpopulation proplem: polygamy. Imagine a family of four parents and one child. It would solve so many problems.