I suppose I'm as neutral on this as anyone's going to get....
Posted by Gremlin [24.10.132.178 - proxy1.denver1.co.home.com] on 08 March 2001 at 02.03.12:
In Reply to: I DO Still Have A Voice... posted by Red on 07 March 2001 at 19.47.52:
Of course, you just had to use my font colour....
Okay, looks like I have a lot of shit to explain, at least as far as this board is concerned. Okay, fine, I suppose I'll have a go at it.
The board is meaningless. I just got another EMail regarding BangBang. Your fifteen minutes are up. Explaining it to the people conducting the investigation might be a priority, though; and you'll want to do better than this....
1. Chaos.
In regards to the cat... haven't any of you ever seen a pink poodle?!
I'm not in favour of those either.
Why would a red (or purple) footed cat be any different?
In terms of pretension? They're about the same. Although dogs don't clean themselves by ingesting foreign matter from their fur.
Yes, I have dyed the cat in the past. No, she never suffered any effects from it before.
Which lab returned those results?
She had been to the vet to be spayed only a few days after the purple was applied, remember?
Not personally. I wasn't at the vet any more than you were.
The vet didn't really say anything did she? No.
Not to either of us; she wasn't too pleased with Terri though. Lucky for Terri, she was honestly able to say that it wasn't her fault.
Also, I did not dip the back half of the kitten into the dye. I was dying her back left paw, she squirmed out of my grasp and smeared it across other parts of her body. I simply rubbed it into the other paw where it was white before.
And then complained that you didn't have enough dye to cover the whole cat.
I also took the kitten upstairs to remove the dye within 15 minutes of applying said dye to her. I did use baby shampoo, which is what I usually use on animals. Any animal.
So animal shampoos are a scam....
I did have a dog when I was younger and a cat as well.
I can't address this any better than Skip did.
Also, let me remind you exactly how much the kitten cries when I hold her down to trim her toenails.
While word on the street is that you don't clip her claws, word in the vertinary world is that clipping animals' claws is a bad idea, since they have nerves in there.
Surely, since you are all there most of the time, you have known me to trim her nails?
News to me.
And surely you have heard the cries that accompany that?
Nope.
The same cries you heard when I was dying her foot?
Didn't hear those; that's why you got as far as you did.
Isn't it funny how no one ever said anything about that?
Not really. Hunter, in particular, had a few things to say about a number of problems, but was, until recently, concerned that bitching you out would insult Charon.
2. Residences
You are indeed correct that I have not been back to Charon's place since I heard that Swyndle and Hunter had taken the cat to the vet. However, how about a little illumination on just how that came to be. I dyed my own hair, then the cats paw, then immediatly rinsed the dye off the cat.
Kinda.
Once the cat was clean, I rinsed my own hair. Then, I went to visit a friend, drgnstr.
And, in the middle of that, Terri mentioned that you were in trouble and everyone was mad at you for dying the damned cat again--particularly Skip, who offered to physically stop you nex time; then you mentioned that you'd have to pick up some more hairdye while you were out. You didn't have time to listen to any more about it, and left.
When I returned to Charon's, Charon's mother informed me that Hunter and Sywndle had taken Chaos to the vet, and were on their way back to the house, and that the cat had may be suffering seriously, but the vet couldn't do anything as neither of them were the owner.
And that Skip fronted the hundred bucks, and that a twenty-four hour inpatient observation was highly recommended if legally impossible.
She told me that Animal Control would be called on me for cruelty, and if I had Chaos taken away from me, it would be the least of my worries. She also told me that Swyndle had said he would kill me if I was ever caught doing anything to the cat again. This upset me considerably, and not knowing the extent to which Swyndle might take things, I became afraid that he really would do me harm and started crying.
Just after stomping about slamming doors and fuming.
Charon suggested that I gather some clothing and the like and stay with drgnstr for a while, so I would not have to see Swyndle. I agreed, since Swyndle is so often over at Charon's and I already dislike Swyndle due to previous bullshit, (which I will not go into now, as it's been covered adeuquately previously) to stay with drgnstr for a while. Originally, the plan was for me to be over at drgnstr's only when Swyndle was at Charon's house, to avoid any confrontations or other messy occurrences that may or may not occur if Swyndle and I were under the same roof. Now, taking into account that Swyndle leaves Charon's very rarely, save to go to work, I firmly believe it is not safe for me to be there. So, until I can feel safe, I will remain at drgnstr's.
That's not a new development. He's been over here when he's awake [and sometimes asleep] pretty much since we started on the cartoon--except for that week when you arbitrarily decided he wasn't allowed in 'your' house anymore.
3. Swyndle
It is no secret that Swyndle and I do not get along. However... I thought I had attempted to right this. I was making every attempt to be polite, and considerate fo Swyndle, knowing that he is a friend of the persons with whom I was staying. I thought that I was doing well. I offered sodas, like I do everyone else, I make polite conversation when I believe I have something of interest to say, and otherwise I stayed out of his way. This was for Charon and his mom, not for Swyndle.
Yeah, that bombastic I-must-be-kind-to-the-leper gig was convincing.
4. Me
Okay, now I get to defend myself. Well, to begin with, I am not a fat person.
Ahem.
In fact, I am not that large at all.
Okay: creative licence only goes so far. You're fat. Okay? Fat people are fine. Fat people in denial drive me batshit. I'm not fat; I'm bigboned, undertall, fullfigured.... You're fucking fat. Accept it or lose weight. And no more combing that one fucking hair over your bald spot!. Man I hate people's denial of the evident.
I do wonder, Pif perhaps Swyndle is simply intimidated by the fact that I am a tall woman who weighs more than his skinny frame does?
You're not tall.
Then again, Swyndle looks more like a very scrawny teenage boy than the man he puts himself out as.
Not really. He looks exactly like I do, except that I've got about four inches on him [I'm also taller >:) ]; and, Charon's the same again, if another four inches shorter than Skip. So who's the anomaly here?
I, on the other hand, am a respectable looking female.
Damnit: I was just drinking my soda; where's the glass cleaner....
I am 5"10", have a large bone structure and weigh about 170 lbs. I am in no way the tub of lard Swyndle would like you to believe I am.
He's never exaggerated your weight. One seventy is fat if you're a chick under six eight.
Sorry to spoil his fun. And another thing, I do not have any desire to touch, be near, ect... Swyndle.
One thing he and I have in common is that we get hit on often enough that we don't have to make these things up. Based on what other people not involved in any of this have told me about your little interludes, Skip's still got my attention on the issue.
I do so as little as possible. In fact, I really prefer to be in another room from him entirely.
You offer sodas from other rooms?
Also, as far as making accusations... Hunter! I know you did not steal from me!! I know this because you were sleeping when the money came up missing. Also, I never made any accusations about what happened to it.
I've heard you make accusations about what happened to it. You're lying.
Yes, it disappeared. Yes, soemone took it. No, I don't really care. It is, after all, only money.
Like the hundred you owe Skip is only money, and the thousands you owe Terri, and the thousands you owed on your truck before they took it away. And the charges on the creditcard you never got permission to use. Just quit.
What bothered me is whoever did take it didn't ask me, because I would have given it to them anyways. But it water under the bridge, is it not?
On which note: how did those snaps wind up on my harddrive? I doubt it was Charon; he'd have either asked first, or at least told me afterward and told me to delete them if it was an issue.
5. Helga
Who?
No, Swyndle, Helga is not me. Her name is J***e.
Julie...Jamie...Jayde...are there any other possibilities?
She was a friend of both Amber and I for a while, but I personally have not spoken to her in a few months.
I have no idea what this is about. Is this on the board someplace? I missed it.
I think I have addressed everything for now. Please let me know if you require further justification for anything.
Except for using my computer, accusing Hunter of something you can't prove--regarding money that no one ever actually saw, getting the after-the-fact-alibi all fucked up regarding the cat, and generally doing everything you could to intimidate Hunter--from telling her she's ugly to telling her that you don't want her with me. Aside from all that, you've assured us that Rosie O'Donell is bigboned but not fat, and that the cat somehow smeared hairdye from a single paw up to its scapulae.
If you want to do dumb things, go ahead. If you want to do dumb things to other people and animals, be prepared to deal with reactions. But don't do dumb and malicious things and then lie about them to me. Idiots are higher up in my foodchain than liars are.
--Gremlin
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