Containment Random Thoughts & Questions

[Robotic Richard Simmons]

Happy binge eating and mass consumerism day everyone. Reflect on why you're thankful for not being like Chris.

 

[Tragi-Chan]

Fixations/Obsessions and sensory overloads are all symptoms of Autism, but being bothered by minor stuff is too, consider Chris's reaction to the Blarms stuff, it must have been eating at him on the inside (It is a minor change in one of his biggest obsessions, so it ticks many boxes), otherwise it would not be so visceral. Consider that Chris is also the kind of person who works out and memorizes relatively intricate backstories for his otherwise paper-thin characters, and seems to get highly annoyed when someone makes a mistake about them or misrepresents them.

Autists in general can be very detail-oriented, that's why they congregate at places like Wikias, where minute info on anime characters (For example) is highly prized and extensively recorded.

I have recently learned of Ulillillia (God that name is hard to spell), who is a severe OCD patient, and has to face some weird obstacles in his life as a result. If you look at him, you'll see that he is extremely different from Chris.

Chris is very detail-oriented when it comes to things he's interested in. If something doesn't interest him, he couldn't care less, and that's very in line with autism. So he can memorise intricate details about cartoon ponies, but doesn't have a clue how the government works.

Some autists manage to spin this out into a productive career - for instance, I know one autistic guy who's a brilliant music teacher because he can analyse exactly where a student's going wrong - but unfortunately none of Chris' interests translate into anything useful in the real world.

 

[Mariposa Electrique]

Chris is very detail-oriented when it comes to things he's interested in. If something doesn't interest him, he couldn't care less, and that's very in line with autism. So he can memorise intricate details about cartoon ponies, but doesn't have a clue how the government works.

Some autists manage to spin this out into a productive career - for instance, I know one autistic guy who's a brilliant music teacher because he can analyse exactly where a student's going wrong - but unfortunately none of Chris' interests translate into anything useful in the real world.

Also, because his fixations are simple, they're the only thing he can really understand. Your music teacher sounds like he has a high intellect with medium autism. Chris has a low intellect with high autism, so he's only equipped to deal with cartoons and toys..which any moron could understand.
I personally don't think that Chris' obsessiveness has the potential to be channeled into anything productive.

As for his obsession with something as socially complex as MLP, I don't believe he truly understands its message. We've all been him try to apply it to his own life and it comes across as just plain stupid.

 

[AnOminous]

As for his obsession with something as socially complex as MLP, I don't believe he truly understands its message.

To be fair, it takes a very high IQ to understand My Little Pony. [insert rest of pasta here]

 

[Rand /pol/]

To be fair, it takes a very high IQ to understand My Little Pony. [insert rest of pasta here]

To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand MLP. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewers head. There's also Rainbow dashes nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into her characterisation- her personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence, people who dislike the MLP, and Hasbro filmography as a whole, truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in MLPS existential catchphrase which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Lauren Faust's genius wit unfolds itself on their iPhone screens. What fools.. how I pity them. And yes, by the way, i DO have a Apple jack tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid .

Spoiler

That was hard to write

 

[Holdek]

How will Chris and Barb celebrate thanksgiving this year? Will they go to a soup kitchen? Mabey have dinner with their neighbors? Or mabey have dinner right at their house just the two of them. What do you think?

Edit: can a mod please change the poll on this thread to these options? @Karen Riley @yawning sneasel

 

[Done]

How will Chris and Barb celebrate thanksgiving this year? Will they go to a soup kitchen? Mabey have dinner with their neighbors? Or mabey have dinner right at their house just the two of them. What do you think?

Edit: can a mod change the poll on this thread to these options?

The same neighbors that sent a snake into their backyard?

 

[Stephanie Bustcakes]

How will Chris and Barb celebrate thanksgiving this year? Will they go to a soup kitchen? Mabey have dinner with their neighbors? Or mabey have dinner right at their house just the two of them. What do you think?

Probably the same way as last year. Prepackaged food and a turkey ham diced into sticks with a CUTCO™ dicer!

 

[trueandhonestfan]

Is anybody else a little disappointed that Chris didn't post some digusting looking dinner monstrosity this year? Or post some really in depth update about Thanksgiving dinner?

 

[Mariposa Electrique]

Is anybody else a little disappointed that Chris didn't post some digusting looking dinner monstrosity this year? Or post some really in depth update about Thanksgiving dinner?

Maybe another sweetheart will convince him to upload a photo of Barbs stuffed Turkey.

 

[trueandhonestfan]

Maybe another sweetheart will convince him to upload a photo of Barbs stuffed Turkey.

I don't think anyone wants to see pictures of Barb force-feeding Chris.

 

[IV 445]

I’m a little worried. Has Chris returned to his slumber like the days of post-Bob blues?

 

[Done]

I’m a little worried. Has Chris returned to his slumber like the days of post-Bob blues?

Nah, this is more like slumber after eating too many McNuggets.

 

[IV 445]

Kiwi farms is a great friend, don’t abandon us Chris

 

[Tragi-Chan]

I don't think anyone wants to see pictures of Barb force-feeding Chris.

I'd be surprised if Chris has ever needed to be force-fed.

 

[TrippinKahlua]

Okay, so we're obviously in some sort of quiet time for Chris. No comic pages, and nothing unless its about that Neptunia shit but even that is dying down.

He'll be back, of course, but seriously guys, rate me optimistic if you want, but I'm beginning to really worry about Barb.

Realistically, real-fucking-listically, she could leave us any day.

 

[Stephanie Bustcakes]

I'm gonna guess that Chris found out that he had been tricked into putting concentration camps into Cwcville and crashed into slumber.

 

[IV 445]

Would Chris survive Hurricane Katrina?

This is an important question I think we have all considered at least once.

Here's how I imagine Chris would have survived the natural disaster:

Friday, August 26: Chris gets home from Speedway around 10am with offerings for the hoard and slim jims for Barb. He watches on the Wii news channel that the storm will go north, and then east, missing New Orleans. He crashes into slumber peacefully.

Saturday, August 27: Chris gets conflicting reports on his phone from Lori Lopez about where the hurricane will land. He becomes stressed. All of the roads out of the city are gridlocked so he can't go to the mall. Chris instead heads to the nearby bar and has a Long Island iced tea before coming home around 4-5pm.

Sunday, August 28: Chris sleeps until 9pm, wakes up and tells twitter he wont be able to make any pages for a few more weeks before the power goes out. Chris grabs all the candles and sets up a gay camp with pillows, blankets and couch cushions in the hallway. He tries to keep away from windows in case the wind blows them out and fills the room with shards of glass. The wind gets worse, as though someone was holding it down and recording it's howls.

Monday, August 29: Chris sees about eight people with carts loaded with food, basketball shoes, plasma TVs, and all sorts of electronic gear. Chris realizes that once the stores have been looted, the houses are next, and so he takes one of Bob's old, broken shotguns, unloaded, and lays it across his lap. 13BC has it's dog stolen and it's cat put to sleep by animal control. Chris doesn't risk sleeping for fear he gets raped and murdered.

Tuesday, August 30: Chris without A/C can no longer take the hobo stank and smell of rotten watermelons and opens the windows to let a breeze in and hears babbling about rooftop rescues and some male idiot getting shot in the head. Chris moves his camp to the bathroom and barricades it.

Wednesday, August 31: The storm is over, but the water is rising. Chris hears on the radio app that the city was told to evacuate, but SonChu is too full of water to start. Chris can't climb the roof, so he decides to pack a bag full of q-sands, Fanta and a microwave meal and walk 15 blocks to the Superdome. He quickly realizes the entire Superdome is an island, and has to wade through the worst mud, muck, barbage and bodily fluids that said city had to offer. Chris' taint wound is re-opened by plate glass from a skyscraper and raw sewage enters. He doesn't feel a thing during this wet-wild time.

Chris makes it to the line. While it is only 1 block long, it takes 4 hours in the torturing, hot hot hot sun! There were only two JERKOP national guard at the door. While Chris was the only white guy in the line and had to endure rival gang clashes, his odor came in handy outside and inside the Superdome. A river of urine marked the main transit of traffic for the Dome's interior. Chris immediately slips in cat shit on the way in. Luckily because of Chris did not need working public utilities anyway, lest some brute male shout him out of the ladies room. Chris spends his first night alone and missing his PS4. This would also be one of the few times he slept somewhere other than 14BC.

Thursday, September 1: MREs are passed out, and in the frenzy, some of the hoodlums sneak into the area with the rescue chopper and steal the confiscated crack. For the rest of the time there are coked-up niggos everywhere. Chris greedily takes the leftover MRE packs scattered around during the melee. Chris thrives in the sump-like environment, looting the bodies of heat-stroke victims and the elderly who had their head caved in by a thug. The taint-wound festers.

Friday September 2: Evacuations begin. Chris makes it through a zigzag of barricades and gets to tha choppa. Chris cuts in, wanting to be the first to get on, then gets punched in the face by another evacuee. Chris is demoted to the short helicopter and has to be airlifted from New Orleans with a suspension harness used on heifers. The girdle of the harness bursts open the neo-taint wound 3.5bc and the bile and acid corrode the bottom of the harness, sending fatty tumbling into the Gulf of Mexico.

So that's my analysis, Chris would not make it, but he'd get almost to safety. What are your thoughts?

 

[Done]

Would Chris survive Hurricane Katrina?

This is an important question I think we have all considered at least once.

Here's how I imagine Chris would have survived the natural disaster:

Friday, August 26: Chris gets home from Speedway around 10am with offerings for the hoard and slim jims for Barb. He watches on the Wii news channel that the storm will go north, and then east, missing New Orleans. He crashes into slumber peacefully.

Saturday, August 27: Chris gets conflicting reports on his phone from Lori Lopez about where the hurricane will land. He becomes stressed. All of the roads out of the city are gridlocked so he can't go to the mall. Chris instead heads to the nearby bar and has a Long Island iced tea before coming home around 4-5pm.

Sunday, August 28: Chris sleeps until 9pm, wakes up and tells twitter he wont be able to make any pages for a few more weeks before the power goes out. Chris grabs all the candles and sets up a gay camp with pillows, blankets and couch cushions in the hallway. He tries to keep away from windows in case the wind blows them out and fills the room with shards of glass. The wind gets worse, as though someone was holding it down and recording it's howls.

Monday, August 29: Chris sees about eight people with carts loaded with food, basketball shoes, plasma TVs, and all sorts of electronic gear. Chris realizes that once the stores have been looted, the houses are next, and so he takes one of Bob's old, broken shotguns, unloaded, and lays it across his lap. 13BC has it's dog stolen and it's cat put to sleep by animal control. Chris doesn't risk sleeping for fear he gets raped and murdered.

Tuesday, August 30: Chris without A/C can no longer take the hobo stank and smell of rotten watermelons and opens the windows to let a breeze in and hears babbling about rooftop rescues and some male idiot getting shot in the head. Chris moves his camp to the bathroom and barricades it.

Wednesday, August 31: The storm is over, but the water is rising. Chris hears on the radio app that the city was told to evacuate, but SonChu is too full of water to start. Chris can't climb the roof, so he decides to pack a bag full of q-sands, Fanta and a microwave meal and walk 15 blocks to the Superdome. He quickly realizes the entire Superdome is an island, and has to wade through the worst mud, muck, barbage and bodily fluids that said city had to offer. Chris' taint wound is re-opened by plate glass from a skyscraper and raw sewage enters. He doesn't feel a thing during this wet-wild time.

Chris makes it to the line. While it is only 1 block long, it takes 4 hours in the torturing, hot hot hot sun! There were only two JERKOP national guard at the door. While Chris was the only white guy in the line and had to endure rival gang clashes, his odor came in handy outside and inside the Superdome. A river of urine marked the main transit of traffic for the Dome's interior. Chris immediately slips in cat shit on the way in. Luckily because of Chris did not need working public utilities anyway, lest some brute male shout him out of the ladies room. Chris spends his first night alone and missing his PS4. This would also be one of the few times he slept somewhere other than 14BC.

Thursday, September 1: MREs are passed out, and in the frenzy, some of the hoodlums sneak into the area with the rescue chopper and steal the confiscated crack. For the rest of the time there are coked-up niggos everywhere. Chris greedily takes the leftover MRE packs scattered around during the melee. Chris thrives in the sump-like environment, looting the bodies of heat-stroke victims and the elderly who had their head caved in by a thug. The taint-wound festers.

Friday September 2: Evacuations begin. Chris makes it through a zigzag of barricades and gets to tha choppa. Chris cuts in, wanting to be the first to get on, then gets punched in the face by another evacuee. Chris is demoted to the short helicopter and has to be airlifted from New Orleans with a suspension harness used on heifers. The girdle of the harness bursts open the neo-taint wound 3.5bc and the bile and acid corrode the bottom of the harness, sending fatty tumbling into the Gulf of Mexico.

So that's my analysis, Chris would not make it, but he'd get almost to safety. What are your thoughts?

I am not sure if I should give you or :autism:.

I think I will go with , because he would shit himself and do nothing of what you said.

 

[LesbianSleepoverParty]

Would Chris survive Hurricane Katrina?

This is an important question I think we have all considered at least once.

Here's how I imagine Chris would have survived the natural disaster:

Friday, August 26: Chris gets home from Speedway around 10am with offerings for the hoard and slim jims for Barb. He watches on the Wii news channel that the storm will go north, and then east, missing New Orleans. He crashes into slumber peacefully.

Saturday, August 27: Chris gets conflicting reports on his phone from Lori Lopez about where the hurricane will land. He becomes stressed. All of the roads out of the city are gridlocked so he can't go to the mall. Chris instead heads to the nearby bar and has a Long Island iced tea before coming home around 4-5pm.

Sunday, August 28: Chris sleeps until 9pm, wakes up and tells twitter he wont be able to make any pages for a few more weeks before the power goes out. Chris grabs all the candles and sets up a gay camp with pillows, blankets and couch cushions in the hallway. He tries to keep away from windows in case the wind blows them out and fills the room with shards of glass. The wind gets worse, as though someone was holding it down and recording it's howls.

Monday, August 29: Chris sees about eight people with carts loaded with food, basketball shoes, plasma TVs, and all sorts of electronic gear. Chris realizes that once the stores have been looted, the houses are next, and so he takes one of Bob's old, broken shotguns, unloaded, and lays it across his lap. 13BC has it's dog stolen and it's cat put to sleep by animal control. Chris doesn't risk sleeping for fear he gets raped and murdered.

Tuesday, August 30: Chris without A/C can no longer take the hobo stank and smell of rotten watermelons and opens the windows to let a breeze in and hears babbling about rooftop rescues and some male idiot getting shot in the head. Chris moves his camp to the bathroom and barricades it.

Wednesday, August 31: The storm is over, but the water is rising. Chris hears on the radio app that the city was told to evacuate, but SonChu is too full of water to start. Chris can't climb the roof, so he decides to pack a bag full of q-sands, Fanta and a microwave meal and walk 15 blocks to the Superdome. He quickly realizes the entire Superdome is an island, and has to wade through the worst mud, muck, barbage and bodily fluids that said city had to offer. Chris' taint wound is re-opened by plate glass from a skyscraper and raw sewage enters. He doesn't feel a thing during this wet-wild time.

Chris makes it to the line. While it is only 1 block long, it takes 4 hours in the torturing, hot hot hot sun! There were only two JERKOP national guard at the door. While Chris was the only white guy in the line and had to endure rival gang clashes, his odor came in handy outside and inside the Superdome. A river of urine marked the main transit of traffic for the Dome's interior. Chris immediately slips in cat shit on the way in. Luckily because of Chris did not need working public utilities anyway, lest some brute male shout him out of the ladies room. Chris spends his first night alone and missing his PS4. This would also be one of the few times he slept somewhere other than 14BC.

Thursday, September 1: MREs are passed out, and in the frenzy, some of the hoodlums sneak into the area with the rescue chopper and steal the confiscated crack. For the rest of the time there are coked-up niggos everywhere. Chris greedily takes the leftover MRE packs scattered around during the melee. Chris thrives in the sump-like environment, looting the bodies of heat-stroke victims and the elderly who had their head caved in by a thug. The taint-wound festers.

Friday September 2: Evacuations begin. Chris makes it through a zigzag of barricades and gets to tha choppa. Chris cuts in, wanting to be the first to get on, then gets punched in the face by another evacuee. Chris is demoted to the short helicopter and has to be airlifted from New Orleans with a suspension harness used on heifers. The girdle of the harness bursts open the neo-taint wound 3.5bc and the bile and acid corrode the bottom of the harness, sending fatty tumbling into the Gulf of Mexico.

So that's my analysis, Chris would not make it, but he'd get almost to safety. What are your thoughts?

I think he would try to use 14 Branchland Court as a rescue station for sexy lesbians and natural women ONLY.