Containment Random Thoughts & Questions

I was thinking last night about when Chris talks about selling the idea of Sonichu to Sega, does he genuinely forget Sonichu is a mix of Pikachu and Sonic, and just has a fuzzy memory of being the creator, like I remember being in bands and not remembering we had covers and thinking we wrote something, is it just an extreme version of that.
Chris is aware that it was influenced by Sega and Nintendo; however because he has the copyright, he thinks he is the full owner. I'd say he's not totally confident in this belief, but it's all he's got to support his claim.

Edit: I use the word "influence", but it should really be "stole".
 
Can any of the Kiwi elders (@Marvin , etc.) or new blood (@The American Hedgehog ) describe the relationship between Bob and Barb? Was it a marriage of convenience or were they really in love? Do we know how they met? If I had to make a guess, Barb was a slutwhore who began to see her whorish life wasn't going anywhere. But then this quiet, easy going, simple minded man with a steady job came along. He was a bit lonesome -- sure, but hey he's got a steady job and a pension. To Bob, someone who seemed shy and didn't get much attention from women, he probably just appreciated Barb's company, her interest in him, the occasional blowjob.

One of the most noteworthy things that's often overlooked is that they didn't really seem to have any family friends. I think this goes a way to explain that Chris doesn't really see the need for friends. Why would you need friends when you have a sweetheart? Bob didn't need friends. Neither did Barb. As long as you have each other, right?

Edit: I'm not implying the Chandler's were anti-social. At least Bob wasn't. But still, the Chandlers didn't seem to be the type of people who had family friends, who had people over for dinner, who got invited to Christmas parties, etc. Barb I think was anti-social, but not in the traditional sense. I think she wasn't social or friendly with people only because she thinks they're trying to get something out of her.

tl;dr: Barb was just a cumwhore who latched on to Bob for his steady job, right?
 
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Can any of the Kiwi elders (@Marvin , etc.) or new blood (@The American Hedgehog ) describe the relationship between Bob and Barb? Was it a marriage of convenience or were they really in love? Do we know how they met? If I had to make a guess, Barb was a slutwhore who began to see her whorish life wasn't going anywhere. But then this quiet, easy going, simple minded man with a steady job came along. He was a bit lonesome -- sure, but hey he's got a steady job and a pension. To Bob, someone who seemed shy and didn't get much attention from women, he probably just appreciated Barb's company, her interest in him, the occasional blowjob.

One of the most noteworthy things that's often overlooked is that they didn't really seem to have any family friends. I think this goes a way to explain that Chris doesn't really see the need for friends. Why would you need friends when you have a sweetheart? Bob didn't need friends. Neither did Barb. As long as you have each other, right?

Edit: I'm not implying the Chandler's were anti-social. At least Bob wasn't. But still, the Chandlers didn't seem to be the type of people who had family friends, who had people over for dinner, who got invited to Christmas parties, etc. Barb I think was anti-social, but not in the traditional sense. I think she wasn't social or friendly with people only because she thinks they're trying to get something out of her.

tl;dr: Barb was just a cumwhore who latched on to Bob for his steady job, right?
So, it's kind of complicated and what information we do have, comes from tenuous sources.

I don't think we have much reason to think Bob was unpopular with the ladies. He had a wife and kids before Barb, for example.

Additionally, the Chandlers did seem to spend time with Barb's family years ago.

We mostly saw Bob and Barb in their twilight years, when people's social connections tend to dwindle anyway. We didn't see how they were before Barb turned full crazy redneck. And Bob kept going to church as his social outlet.

And you're correct about Barb being a trashy drunken whore:
Barb's family apparently also think Barb is a useless drunken whore too. (Note: a few days after the meeting, Chris told me that when Barb was young, she aggressively went after her sister's husband or fiance. I think it might have been Cousin Harriet's husband, Tom. Anyway, the family concluded that Barb is a shitty person and pretty much wrote her off, except Aunt Corina for some reason. Tom and Harriet still occasionally exchange pleasantries with Barb, but won't let her visit or even tell her their address.)
 

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@Marvin

Did Chris really believe in Santa until he was 15? Like he thought Santa was a living being?
It was actually older than that!
Chris asked Santa for a pretty girlfriend one time in his adult life while he was being chronicled. I use the term adult loosely
The confirmation is at 1:14.
This must have been Christmas of 2004 or 2003 when Chris was 21-22
 
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Chris asked Santa for a pretty girlfriend one time in his adult life while he was being chronicled. I use the term adult loosely
He officially gave up on Santa at age 24 when the chair he put by the tree was never occupied by a non-smoking 18 year old white girl.
 
It was actually older than that!
Chris asked Santa for a pretty girlfriend one time in his adult life while he was being chronicled. I use the term adult loosely
The confirmation is at 1:14.
This must have been Christmas of 2004 or 2003 when Chris was 21-22

Dat Bob face of despair.
 
It was actually older than that!
Chris asked Santa for a pretty girlfriend one time in his adult life while he was being chronicled. I use the term adult loosely
The confirmation is at 1:14.
This must have been Christmas of 2004 or 2003 when Chris was 21-22

This always reminds me of how Marvin says with the latter fake sweethearts, most of the time he believed they were fake and weren't really interested in anything from him but trolling but part of him believed if there was even a small chance they weren't, then he needed to continue interacting with them.

Essentially at the stage of this video I believe Chris knew that it was his parents who bought him his presents and that there wasn't a Santa but he was so desperate for a sweetheart that he was even clutching at straws hoping he would magically get a sweetheart, or heck even that his parents would secure one for him. It doesn't make it better to be saying this stuff at 22 years old but it's a big difference in perspective.
 
I've been following the developments on this board and on Sonichu.com for a couple of years now with a combination of morbid curiosity, enormous amusement and deep, soul-grinding horror, and I thought it was high time I shared some details of my own (admittedly minor) brush with Mr Chandler.

I won't bore you with the details, but I've been a professional cartoonist and writer since the age of fifteen. In short, I know my stuff. I know what works and what doesn't.

Sometime in around 2006-7, a friend of mine sent me a link to Chris's Sonichu comics, informing me that 'this is the worst shit I've ever seen and probably the worst you'll ever see'. He wasn't entirely wrong, of course, but I did see a slender ray of hope for Chris's comic. I decided to e-mail him some pointers on how he could improve his strips - the usual stuff, such as laying out the pages in pencil first, investing in good quality art materials, planning the stories and dialogue in advance, improving his line work and use of space and so on. The kind of stuff any good editor will tell an aspiring cartoonist right off the bat. I also advised him that as long as his USP was a mash-up of two pre-existing characters, he'd never be taken seriously. Imagine an aspiring strip cartoonist approaching United Features Syndicate with a combination of Snoopy and Garfield called Garpy or Snoofield, a cat-dog hybrid who hates Mondays and sleeps on a roof. You'd be laughed out of the building. I made this very point in my e-mail, and I wasn't rude, condescending or mean.

The very next day, Chris replied. "I have over a billion fans and I don't need your DAMN ADVICE".

That was the entire text of his e-mail. I tried to help him, in the nicest way I know how, and that was how he responded. I know I'm preaching to the converted here, but white knights are basically wasting their time. Chris doesn't need your DAMN ADVICE.

Anyway, it's good to be here, and I look forward to further developments...
 
The very next day, Chris replied. "I have over a billion fans and I don't need your DAMN ADVICE".

Hahahaha, that's classic CWC: extremely impetuous, narcissistic, and ignores virtually every bit of advice which has the underlying message that he's wrong. I'm sorry he was such a fuckwit in response to you taking time out of your day to try to help him.

Anyway, it's good to be here, and I look forward to further developments...

Welcome to Kiwi Farms!
 
I'm sorry he was such a fuckwit in response to you taking time out of your day to try to help him

I kind of pushed that little incident to the back of my mind until a couple of years ago, when someone on Facebook sent me a link to Sonichu.com with the message 'isn't this the guy who doesn't need your damn advice?' - then I spent an entire afternoon engrossed in one of the most jaw-dropping human tragedies I think I've ever encountered in my life. It was like Sling Blade, only with less likable characters. FAR less likable characters.
 
I've been following the developments on this board and on Sonichu.com for a couple of years now with a combination of morbid curiosity, enormous amusement and deep, soul-grinding horror, and I thought it was high time I shared some details of my own (admittedly minor) brush with Mr Chandler.

I won't bore you with the details, but I've been a professional cartoonist and writer since the age of fifteen. In short, I know my stuff. I know what works and what doesn't.

Sometime in around 2006-7, a friend of mine sent me a link to Chris's Sonichu comics, informing me that 'this is the worst shit I've ever seen and probably the worst you'll ever see'. He wasn't entirely wrong, of course, but I did see a slender ray of hope for Chris's comic. I decided to e-mail him some pointers on how he could improve his strips - the usual stuff, such as laying out the pages in pencil first, investing in good quality art materials, planning the stories and dialogue in advance, improving his line work and use of space and so on. The kind of stuff any good editor will tell an aspiring cartoonist right off the bat. I also advised him that as long as his USP was a mash-up of two pre-existing characters, he'd never be taken seriously. Imagine an aspiring strip cartoonist approaching United Features Syndicate with a combination of Snoopy and Garfield called Garpy or Snoofield, a cat-dog hybrid who hates Mondays and sleeps on a roof. You'd be laughed out of the building. I made this very point in my e-mail, and I wasn't rude, condescending or mean.

The very next day, Chris replied. "I have over a billion fans and I don't need your DAMN ADVICE".

That was the entire text of his e-mail. I tried to help him, in the nicest way I know how, and that was how he responded. I know I'm preaching to the converted here, but white knights are basically wasting their time. Chris doesn't need your DAMN ADVICE.

Anyway, it's good to be here, and I look forward to further developments...

Please tell me you can deliver a screenshot of that email
 
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