She can be forgiven for assuming, by his tone and his words, that Clem is Durnell’s father.
I mean, they have that kinda vibe at the moment.
It won’t last.
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It’s never wise to pick apart language too carefully, unless you’re writing humor. Mark Twain, P.G. Wodehouse, Douglas Adams… brilliant at examining what we say and why we say it, and then pulling it out for us to see for ourselves.
And then there’s Bob, who’s just curious about it.
Steven’s idea of what’s “Chill” may not be the same as yours. Or mine. Or your neighbors.
The important thing to remember is that opinions are just different. They’re not better or worse… until they get him killed.
In that case, they’d be worse, I guess.
When Clint Eastwood movies get noisy, you know that the things have hit the fan. And by things, I mean bullets. And by fan, I mean… everything.
Bad guys, good guys, cowboys, rustlers, presidents, airplanes, ropes, Clint himself, busses, cars, buildings… I’m sure you can think of other things that get shot in Clint Eastwood movies.
What were we talking about again?
So the back-and-forth is happening.
Wonder where that’ll lead.
Probably just where they two participants want it to lead, right?
Riiiiiiight
Dusty’s starting to get the use of her staff writer.
I mean, USUALLY, she reads what he wrote and she goes off on her own thing.
This time, she seems to be relying on others to steer her to the most subtle and devious cut-downs imaginable.
Nothing could go wrong now.
…nothing at all.
David seems like his primary outdoors experience would be an hour or two at a tennis court. You know, something civilized and cultured. I mean, the outfits have collars and everything.
I figure Ms. Wiggins-Ross’s outdoors of choice would be sailboats. Operated by other people while she sits quietly until they get to another cell phone-friendly area of the world.
We know Lowell’s favorite outdoors activities now include downhill runs on a li’l red wagon, so surely he’ll be fine when they get outside.
Right?
David’s in a tough spot. He’s fronting this out-of-the-ordinary project for his investment group, and trying to build up his son’s professional career, and leveraging these two corporate movers to manage a new business he’s just bought into… not long after discovering that it exists.
So, it’s hard to look askance at him if he’s suddenly realized that making a profit was also part of the equation.
Getting those events in other towns and cities to recognize the OutdoorFest as a qualifier might be easier than getting David to care enough about Outdoors stuff that he’ll remember what any of it is called.
I don’t believe Durnell judges himself as harshly as Dusty’s writer. Or Dusty. Or anyone, really.
Durnell wears crazy stuff and does crazy stuff for the camera. If you’re gonna judge yourself harshly, that is NOT the job you want to have while you’re doing it.
