Edited by author 07-28-2004 09:57 PM
I'm married (and really diggin' it more than 6 years on), so I'm not in complete accord with the "no mate" sentiment, but I do remember a time when anogamy looked likely and wasn't too big a deal. Rest assured that both of us look at people with a shoal of brood and shudder in the best tradition of The Simpsons-- if kids occur at all, NOT MORE than two. We're not super committed to the parent thing, but the urge occasionally does rise above the din of the cats.

Not to let the Gont-verage slip; sitting woozy at work, I have a look at himself's chat-board, set up to allow the masses to discuss his work. Apart from the horrible spectacle of him being the originator of every posting, and the blank lack of replies, there's this:
"Livewire Latte has several characters in the lead including Nitsan-kun,..."
Ummmm, isn't the "kun" honorific currently restricted to young men? Therefore, this Nitling must be... A TRANSVESTITE!

... or the Gont needs to do some actual research beyond fan-sub anime.

Edited by author 07-28-2004 11:08 PM
Dibs on teh japanese correcting!!!

Actually, all of gonter's chars look like transvestites, but here, i believe i'm not wrong to say that Kun is, yes, mostly used in males, but as the other endings, isn't bound to a gender.

I would dig very much to be married and such. dunno, it's the way i wired myself as i was raised basically by mom and missed the whole nuclear family thing. i don't know about kids, though. all i know is i want to marry eventually, and live happily ever after. i don't like to think that'd be an utopy...

"I believe I read somewhere that Gontie's day job is doing book-keeping for his mother's small business."

Ah-ha! That would explain it.
I figured that it had to be a job that he knew wouldn't impress people, or we'd hear about it all the time. And it had to involve the "MBA from the Community College" that he keeps going on about (I imagine "from the CC" might've been added defensively, after he'd said "I have an MBA!" enough times to realize that the next obvious question would always be, "From where?"). I also assumed that the job involved very little contact with other people. People that might make him realize that there's a world of things outside of the stories he's the star of in his imagination.

I was, however, kidding about him living in his parents' basement. Now I'm not so sure.

Edited by author 07-28-2004 11:39 PM
Roll up! See the feverish idiot combine the SCA and Gonter-spotting in a single post!

Bill latest post (#185) for some reason *cough hack* reminds me of a bloke that was in the local SCA group a few years back. An evident high-school drop-out, he out let over the course of weeks that his French runway-model girlfriend was on very good terms with U2, having ghost-written a couple of their songs. He also revealed his knowledge of helicopters, informing us of the existence of the emergency Autorotation button on the dashboard of all such aircraft. He was also on the Catholic School Board's curriculum review committee.

The point? Er... *hack cough splat eeuw*... Well, this guy was seem out in public fairly regularly, which leads to the realization that interacting with people may not be fatal to a world of things outside of the stories he's the star of in his imagination.

"this guy was seem out in public fairly regularly, which leads to the realization that interacting with people may not be fatal to a world of things outside of the stories he's the star of in his imagination."

I had a co-worker at the store (the now-legendary "Beer-tard") who had regular and very vocal arguments with GOD. Or whoever the voices in his head were that day.
Just because you do it in public doesn't mean you're functioning.

Sorry, it wasn't registering in me braaain. Ernst, get well soon! be glad at least you didn't have to experience the tropical mosquitos found here. one time i opened the window curtains and thought 'why i can't see outside?' the window was entirely covered by mosquitos.

I sometimes think Gontie considers himself above doing this thing called 'research'. Certainly, everything he depicts seems to come from his own sometimes VERY distorted perception of things. Japanese culture seems to be his current target - he drew a picture of "Nitsan" in kimono in his sketchbook and someone ripped it apart in comments on how wrong it was, but suggested sources he could look up to get it right. Gontie replied that he'd look into it and redo it, but I doubt he will. Gontie knows everything, after all...

I'm glad you give the kits variety, Bill. I do feel sorry for pets who eat the same thing every day. Our family dog gets all sorts of stuff. In the space of a week, he probably has three different menus ;)

BIG POST

re: autorotation button in helicopters- a ways back i was taking flying lessons (grandad was a pilot and left us some money) and they sent me a bunch of catalogues. one was for helicopters i might care to purchase (he didn't leave that much money) and another included a sticker with a solid raised red circle and the label "panic button" on it, that you could stick to your instrument panel to reassure nervous passengers. maybe this guy's story came from something similar. i really wanted to get a pile of those stickers and put them on all sorts of things, but it would have involved changing currency and high S&H charges.

re: fiction contest- i'd forgotten that was up for judging.
these were my entries this year, and if their not booed off the stage i'll dig out last year's.


"An ex-boxer with a nose so often broken it had been totally flattened against her face, a brain so rattled within her skull that she had a permanent stutter and an inner ear problem, Greta was the kind of woman any ex-mercenary would love; and with her balance leaving her tilting thirty degrees to the right, and my left leg shorter than my right by six inches after the grenade went off, walking hand-in-hand we looked like an inverted capital A."
 
 
"His pupils independently pulsating to the rhythm of the psychotropics surging through his veins, the transvestite headmistress of Madam Pimm's All Girls Academy of Etiquette and Propriety instructed the daughters of the cream of society in the use of doilies, the same daughters who attended lessons with fascination due to the Vietnam War flashbacks that interspersed them."
 
 
"The hardenned guerrilas crouched around the smuggled television, joined by a cable to the concealed antenna at the mouth of the cave, leaning on their kalashnikov knock-offs as they stared in awe at the brightly coloured prancing figures, occasionaly muttering "Eh-Oh!" as they scratched their raggedy, flea-bitten beards."
 
 
"His spurs clinked as he walked into the saloon and the spitoon echoed "Pting!" as he expertly spat his chaw across the room -- or rather, as the bartender laboured to explain-- his spurs clinked as he walked into the "very upscale drinking establishment" and the fishbowl echoed "Pting!" as the vile gob leapt to join the very expensive tropical fish already within."


"It was barely five minutes after they had fished scraping the cheese from the walls and rounded up the last of the wayward chickens, the auto-milker still ticking over almost with an air of menace and the cattle still very nervous, when all hell broke loose on farmer McKann's farm for the second time."

Zef: be glad at least you didn't have to experience the tropical mosquitos While we do get swarms of 'em (flat land = gobs of shallow standing water after rains), they're not too big and non-malarial. It's one of the reasons I don't mind -40 in January.

Bill: Gojira totemo ROCKS desu! I've just gotten in a grey-market copy of an older, not-super-restored home market Toho DVD, and while it does drag a little with the thinking and the angst, it's inherently a better movie. The Burr version is still lots of fun (although I cringe at the Yamane-voice actor saying "Phenomenon" every time I watch it), but I feel like a better-rounded human for having seen both. Of course, I'll sit through Seven Samurai about once a year, so my tolerance for slow-moving black-and-white Japanese films is evidently quite high.

Ernst, you have West Nile? That SUCKS!. I don't think it's hit anyone here yet but I do recall hearing in the past few days on the CBC that Saskatchewan was the number 1 place for people getting it by far (and if I recall you're in SK...). I hope you get over it soon.

Wooly really likes Whiskas dry food, but apparently from what the vet said it's quite alkaline and is bad for forming crystals in his urine. So we're feeding him Iams hairball control and he seems to like it fine. He doesn't like change - a bag left on the floor will terrify him.

I also heard on the CBC's regional call in show yesterday (they have a vet on every so often, previous shows are posted at http://www.cbc.ca/maritimenoon/ , they'll probably have the show in question up within a week & the vet's name is Eric Carnegy) that giving a cat Clamato juice of all things would help with urine crystals - the acid in the tomato juice battles the alkalinity, and the clams should be appetizing to the cat.

That's got to be the ONLY valid reason for the existance of Clamato juice. Happily, whatever the hell I've got is waning nicely without any squished-fish beverage being applied.

I've just remembered a link to enhance Bill's enjoyment of thing's Canadian-- the CBC's greatest blunder (in as much as they cancelled the show):
http://schooner.ce.mun.ca:8080/great/web_index.html
I encourage everyone to have a look-- funny funny funny.

Today I bought a bag of Iams Lamb/Rice to supplement the Fish/Rice that so disappointed Killsy yesterday. I plopped the bag on the floor and et my Roy Rogers bacon cheeseburger (hey, like the cats and their kibble, there's only so many days in a row that I can eat chicken, catfish or yogurt). KK knew what the orange bag was, and sniffed and pestered it. When I poured a bit out, she got as excited as yesterday and ate a whole bunch of The New Flavor, as did Byron.

Also, why is the caps lock button where it is? Next to the Q or Z key, no, near the only key on that side of the keyboard you'd use, A. Which makes it a certainty that you'll always hit it when you don't want.

Just because he starts chugging Heinekens and popping Valium at 8AM doesn't mean that it might affect his judgement!

I might ponder how he'd get up the motor skills to do any pilfering with that kind of set-up....

Edited by author 07-30-2004 01:37 AM
"I might ponder how he'd get up the motor skills to do any pilfering with that kind of set-up...."

No. I meant that he was so wasted that he makes stupid mistakes. Anyone who's worked in retail has that horrible moment after a sale: You weren't paying too much attention, gave the customer change for a twenty, then saw a five in the twenty slot...

I don't think he's stealing. I think he's so sloppy drunk/pill-popped that he's doing stupid shit (like dropping twenties on the floor). 25 years ago, I got stoned on my 3rd shift self-serv gas station shift, and the register was short $20. I never made the mistake of getting wasted on the job again. Bob does it every day!
Seriously--the dude goes to work while on METHADONE. Never having been a heroin addict, I can only guess how fucked-up you are after having THAT for breakfast. Even without it washed down with a dozen Heinekens.

AHHHHH.... Negligence is dead easy for a stumbling substance abuser. Hardly any motor skills needed, and the blame-casting that occurs later is all mental (like any other paranoid disorder ;-)