His horns are askew. The one on his left is entirely on his frontal bone, while the one on his right is rooted on the fronto-parietal suture. It’s more obvious when you look at their placement relative to the rest of his skull.
“the greatest octogenarian genius lecher ever to hit the annals of science OR fiction”
Yet it seems he was able to be “octogenarian” for just under a whole year… oh, wait: you say, it’s Schimmelhorn who was the octogenarian? Meh… there are quite a few old pervs in SF, it’s a crowded field.
@Alessandra: If you think about it, it’s so hard to do a good character who is defined by satisfying his/her single overriding drive.
I point to, for example Wimpy from the old Popeye cartoons. He cannot think about anything except hamburgers. The desire for and the acquisition of hamburgers is the totality of his character. And he’s not funny. In Japanese samurai dramas, there are any number of characters who are so fixated on food that their actions perpetuate the week’s central conflicts. Because they exist only to advance the plot and have no more to their characters, most of them are tiresome, and others are so far beyond the pale I cannot watch their show.
And you correctly point out the evil underpinnings of the ‘dirty old man’ character. Tat Wood over on the Amish Vampire thread mentioned ‘Rosie Dixon’. We could add any number of movies and television shows from the 50s, 60s, 70s…and, sadly, before and beyond.
The one exception that proves the rule is the Cookie Monster from Sesame Street. As everyone in the civilised world knows, Cookie Monster is a monster who exists to eat cookies. Yet he looks funny, with his googly eyes and wide mouth. He sounds funny, speaking in his own dialect with his gravel voice. Who wouldn’t want to try and eat a cookie like he does, with such glee? Just once?
But the fundamental difference between Cookie Monster and other Johnny One-Notes is that we are always certain Cookie Monster is a good person. He loves and respects his friends. He is interested in things other than cookies and seeks out new experiences.
And when he oversteps society’s boundaries he feels shame and vows to become a better monster. Are his efforts futile? Well, if we can find it in our hearts to forgive a thief or cheer on a recovering alcoholic, we can certainly find empathy for Cookie. It is our ability to empathise with his desires and fears alike that makes the Cookie Monster rise above competition.
And, by way of conclusion, I’m not sure I feel anything worth using up bandwidth for Goat Scalp up there. Welcome Back, Alessandra! With out you and your insights, the server kept crashing.
Seriously, who is that tag line supposed to appeal to? And if you are seen reading this, how do you explain why?
“Well, you see, stories about young attractive perverts have been done to death. I prefer my mental image of sexual depravity to look eighty something. Please stop looking at me like that. “