That Mal. He got so caught up in winning.
That Lowell. I’m wondering if he didn’t throw the match when he saw that Mal was buying the one-sided bet.
… It’s not Lowell’s hundred, anyhow.
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You need reference material! You can’t go doing representative art without knowing what it is you’re representing.
And sure, Vince could have shot, say, a posterboard. But posterboard splatters aren’t going to give you the texture and the rebound droplets of the specific kind of fabric on a body, you know?
It’s really all about authenticity.
Forget ‘Misinformation’, ‘Disinformation’ or ‘Datinformation’… If the answers are all “I dunno.”, then it’s true and relevant. No spin, no nothin’. “I dunno.” It’s pure.
Of course, the RUDE version of the truth is, “How the heck am I supposed to know?” I don’t think Nikki would hold still for rudeness on the job. Gotta wait ’til she’s off the clock.
So, let’s say that Enis fulfills his dream of buying up the Outdoor Galore Store… Assuming he doesn’t fire Bob within moments of signing the paperwork while remaining out of earshot or line of sight, it’s entirely possible that Enis would hulk out and have some kind of apoplectic fit ending in a massive heart kerfuffle or brain flapdoodle, or possibly just a catastrophic gut pizzazzle.
And I just can’t picture Enis firing someone without wanting to be right there to watch their faces do sad stuff, can you? And when Bob’s face didn’t lose it’s cheery grin…
Paste isn’t the sort of person to make a goofy bet. He’s more the ‘tails I win, heads you lose’ kind of gambler. And what sort of maniac makes the lunatic bet himself when there’s a patsy around to send in for you?
Also, Mal thinks the big end of the stick is just for counterbalance. You have earned my admiration if you realized that’s what was going on.
This popping-of-the-bubblewrap had to have been going on before we see it here. I mean, how could you NOT?
Paste is such a sentimentalist. He sees his brother’s distress and seeks to lessen his burdens by taking them on himself.
Or something that looks like that, anyhow.
I guess it HAS been a while, hasn’t it?
Ever have a really big dust up, relationship-wise? Lotta things that all sides think they say don’t reeeeaaally get said.
Of course, some of the things that do get said are stupid, but that’s a whole ‘nother cartoon.
And the spaces where nobody says anything? That’s when your brain fills in all kinds of things you think you said, meant to say, or ought to say.
Now, what the OTHER people hear, or take away? Who knows.
So let’s all assume we know what’s going on here, and let’s worry that we’re wrong. Or right, depending.
Side note for you guys that read this far down the page: “Light Of Other Days” is a neat book. People discover the means of hearing how their past conversations really really sounded. Please, please, don’t ever let people really develop that technology. Yikes. Of course, I suppose a constantly running digital recorder could do something like that, but it’s much cooler in a science fiction book. Arthur C. Clarke rocks.
Sometimes I think Durnell’s style is just to set up everyone to be either happy or cranky, and then steer them another way. At least, if you do this half the time or more, you keep people on their toes. I suppose that’s part of an Emcee’s job- keep folks guessing and listening close. Keep ’em holding their breath and waiting on the other shoe to drop so they can’t interrupt. Baffle them with Bull… You get the idea.
