Up in The Gorge, there was a television in the motel we went to, I mean a "Cable" television ~ that reminds me, at Sharon and Quinn's Riverside Hacienda Fruitopia, they don't get Cable or really TV Stations, "regular" TV; and so we get movies and home movies, "Video" TV, there; and they love to look at you serious and confused and say, after every time if you ask them if they saw Hank say Bobby "ain't right", or "That was on NOVA", they love to look at you and say,
"We don't get TV."
They flourish the double entendre there like a weapon.
Cultural discriminates.
Damn them.
"We just don't get it." Twinkle.
Pigs.
Where was I. Boggle is a game I could play. I don't know how the game works, but I think I'd have an edge. Yes. Boggled and boggling both; and I think that's more than most people. Way the facts. Like the Navajo Code Talkers of WW Inrapahideh, I would have advantageous skills. Infuriating ones. Invisible insites. Dreamy contusions. Squinty drooly vapors. Mind-boggling.
Cable television. I have a lot to say about it. Give me a minute.
I thought Sharon and Quinn were serious when they said they didn't get it. It makes sense to me.
There was a mountain outside the window, to the right, a snow-capped, snow ski-masked, probably beer-brewing, mountain. I know for sure, at the minimum, there would be a lot of mountain streams up there. Cold ones, not for swimming. Pink-feet streams. Breweries always say they get their water from those places ~ but do you ever see a brewery up there? Do you ever see big tanker trucks up there with hoses in the stream and guys chasing bears away from the water? How does that water get to the brewery? By the time it gets to The Mighty Columbia, it has stuff in it, people hosing in it, believe me. How many tanker trucks have you ever even seen on dirt roads? Maybe they pick the water off all the logs they haul out of there.
Little Adolph Coors: "Fater, I have an idea to sell water for twelve dollars a gallon." "Get auf!" "No really."
Further evidence of the gullibility of beer drinkers, especially Hamms and Coors, is city watersheds. If you go up to Bull Run Valley behind Portland, you're in Portland's water supply, and rangers will literally chase you away. They carry towels in their belts, they flap. Don't let them catch you squatting by the trail; they will darn your butt shut. "And take this baggie with you." There are signs and fences everywhere. Ever see a sign that says: NO ENTRY. HAMMS WATERSHED. Uh?
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HOLD IT. COORS CREEK.
GO ELSEWHERE.
~ thank you for drinking Coors ~
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A little to the left was the TV set. Ha!
Gotta go. |
