We got somethin'; we both know it; we don't talk too much about it
Dude's the name.
I'm the most wanted man on my island.
Except I'm not on my island, of course.
More's the pity.
I had a good visit with the Dad.
We had quite a week.
It all kicked off when we saw Michael Keaton, thereby solidifying all my frenzied soliloquies on the greatness of Bozeman, Montana.
After all, if it is good enough for Billy Blaze, if it it is good enough for Mister Mom, if it is good enough for Beetlejuice, if it is good enough for Batman, well, dammit, it must be a pretty good place indeed.
I left my camera at home for our adventures, namely because the Dad is a waaaay better photographer than the Dude.
Sure enough, on our float down the Yellowstone, Montana delivered.
(By the way, would anyone object is I just call the river and the park, "The Stone?" Typing out Y-e-l-l-o-w-s-t-o-n-e has become tiresome. NOW IS THE TIME ON SPROCKETS WHEN WE DANCE!!!!)
Anyway, we were floating down the Stone...
(Fuck it. It sounds stupid. We're going back to "Yellowstone." Touch my monkey.)
and we saw this mucking fonstrous bald eagle, sittin' in a tree, k-i-l-l-i-n-g, far too regal to be k-i-s-s-i-n-g, and I managed to paddle directly underneath him, without causing him to fly off.
When we were right underneath him, he looked straight down at us, like, "How you doin', sugar tits?"
And right at that moment, my dad snapped a picture, looking right up at him.
So, I can't wait for that picture.
In case you were wondering about my writing "process," I started this post with a blank white page and the words, "sugar tits," then I added the "How you doin'" to the "sugar tits?" and continued adding the building blocks around the keystone of "sugar-tits."
In sum, this entire post was a delivery vehicle for "sugar tits," which I have now managed to shoehorn into this post five times.
God bless Mel Gibson for getting pulled over and bringing that oft-neglected, underutilized and wholly underrated phrase back to the forefront of American consciousness.
Oh, and last night we were eating dinner at I-Ho's Korean Grill, and a nice fellow named Dan said hello and told me that he reads and enjoys the dude abides.
So a big shoutout to Dan (Hi Dan!), his wife and their cute little fella for saying hello and making me look cool in front of my dad, who asked, "Why the hell would anyone read your website if they didn't know you? I don't get it."
Thanks, Dan.
I'm the most wanted man on my island.
Except I'm not on my island, of course.
More's the pity.
I had a good visit with the Dad.
We had quite a week.
It all kicked off when we saw Michael Keaton, thereby solidifying all my frenzied soliloquies on the greatness of Bozeman, Montana.
After all, if it is good enough for Billy Blaze, if it it is good enough for Mister Mom, if it is good enough for Beetlejuice, if it is good enough for Batman, well, dammit, it must be a pretty good place indeed.
I left my camera at home for our adventures, namely because the Dad is a waaaay better photographer than the Dude.
Sure enough, on our float down the Yellowstone, Montana delivered.
(By the way, would anyone object is I just call the river and the park, "The Stone?" Typing out Y-e-l-l-o-w-s-t-o-n-e has become tiresome. NOW IS THE TIME ON SPROCKETS WHEN WE DANCE!!!!)
Anyway, we were floating down the Stone...
(Fuck it. It sounds stupid. We're going back to "Yellowstone." Touch my monkey.)
and we saw this mucking fonstrous bald eagle, sittin' in a tree, k-i-l-l-i-n-g, far too regal to be k-i-s-s-i-n-g, and I managed to paddle directly underneath him, without causing him to fly off.
When we were right underneath him, he looked straight down at us, like, "How you doin', sugar tits?"
And right at that moment, my dad snapped a picture, looking right up at him.
So, I can't wait for that picture.
In case you were wondering about my writing "process," I started this post with a blank white page and the words, "sugar tits," then I added the "How you doin'" to the "sugar tits?" and continued adding the building blocks around the keystone of "sugar-tits."
In sum, this entire post was a delivery vehicle for "sugar tits," which I have now managed to shoehorn into this post five times.
God bless Mel Gibson for getting pulled over and bringing that oft-neglected, underutilized and wholly underrated phrase back to the forefront of American consciousness.
Oh, and last night we were eating dinner at I-Ho's Korean Grill, and a nice fellow named Dan said hello and told me that he reads and enjoys the dude abides.
So a big shoutout to Dan (Hi Dan!), his wife and their cute little fella for saying hello and making me look cool in front of my dad, who asked, "Why the hell would anyone read your website if they didn't know you? I don't get it."
Thanks, Dan.
posted by Joe at
8:12 AM
8 Comments:
Maybe this will help your dad "get it." Now I do know you (at least enough to say hello). And that would not be the case if I didn't read your site before I knew you.
sugar tits,ha! we were just tossing around that very phrase yesterday we was. thanks mel for adding to the lexicon, loves it.
Enough referencing the old goat without the two old goats picture!
J,
Great to hear that you and your dad had a good time. For those of you who do not know the Dude's dad, he is one cool dude! Can't wait to see the pic's.
Tell Bell's I said Hi!
CARP
You're a near celebrity in Bozeman!
Joe,
you don't know me. I found your blog through Jesse's. My cat, who died a few months ago, was known as "The Dude" because his personality was that of an aging stoner and he would have gone to the grocery store in his bathrobe if he could have.
Now, why can't I remember what song that's from?
The song is "Refugee," by Tom Petty.
Those are the opening lines.
That's it!! I have that album on vinyl.
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