Cake and coke for breakfast?

Bo stretches upward to lean his forepaws on the armrest of the recliner, “Cake and coke for breakfast? I thought you weren’t going to do this anymore.”

“I know. But it’s chocolate cake. And Pop isn’t very good about bringing home sweetbread anymore. Speaking of chocolate, just make sure you don’t try to steal any of this!”

Bo says, “I know, I know. Why would I want to eat poison? I don’t understand how you can heap that stuff down your throat.”

“It is funny. In all the ways man and dog are so wonderfully harmonious, this is just one of those points on which we differ: what is poison for you is heaven to us. But, then again, we also don’t like to roll around in our feces.”

“Woof, you don’t know what you’re missing out on!”

“I’ll take your word on that. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to ‘Criminal Minds’ as well as my cake and coke.”

“Suit yourself! Maybe I’ll treat myself to some sweet catmeat, mmm!”

“Leave the cats alone!”

“Just fucking with you.”

Gina

I have been feeling awkward about using Gabe for my main female interlocutor in my dialogues. Although it is unlikely that she would ever learn or care about my dialogues, I think about the prospect of my sticking to this routine for years and years to come, and how awkward this apparent fixation could seem if she should stumble upon this fixation. In the interest of relieving this tension, I find myself resorting to an entirely fictional name: Gina. There is still the “G” beginning that resonates with the memory of Gabe and that dandelion summer of 2005, but it seems fairly distant enough.

Moreover, Gina is not merely a word-substitute, but will stand in for all the significant girls I have related to and crushed with over my life. There are only a few. Claudia certainly comes to mind. Of course, there is also Sugar, maybe even a little bit of Ivanna, since she has figured into my dreams a couple of times. And their personal details may be absorbed into Gina’s history as a composite character. Perhaps, Gina spent her late teenage years in Winnipeg, but came back to the States to study in Texas and now lives in Florida, though spending a lot of time in San Antonio obviously.

Daimon says, “But who does she look like?”

I suppose she morphs from one girl to another, maybe even in the course of a single dialogue. Maybe she sometimes blends into one: a lot of blonde anglo with a sweet taste of the orient.

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Aug. 18, 2012

Actually, we ended up going back to Pi. Gina just seemed to alien. Moreover, now that it is a month later, I seem to have fallen out of the dialogue mood again.

Robin Williams

Getting old...

(ONTD)