Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Star Peak
Story #15, in which Doug's gas runs out but his luck holds steady. To hear the story, climb Star Peak.
Since I know you're too wise to enter such a van again, I won't fuss about it. Much. That was a bit scary.
I wonder if I've ever passed that area. I've been in Nevada on I-80. If Niks and I can figure that out (we have journals of our trips) I might google the t-shirt.
Yeah, pretty interesting tale! I love the Puckerbush bit...
Namron Wolverine Pez has a scary hitchhiking story from 1986, just before I met him. It involves (very pretty) 18 year old Namron, a middle-aged man in a pickup truck, a knife, and the words, "There's no such thing as a free ride." (Can you hear the theme from Deliverance here?) You'll be happy to know that Namron escaped physically unscathed, in the middle of nowhere.
Forget Puckerbrush. I HEART DANGER. That's the shirt for you, Doug! Jeesh, you're as nutty as the white van company which, by a stroke of luck, you can now vaunt having accompanied.
Regardless, excellent definition & entertaining story. Best part? The nod to Twain. :)
TLP, If you were all the way across the State from Wendover to Reno, then you passed through there. Honestly you could easily remember the view of desert and not those towns. Except for Winnemucca there wasn't much to any of them. And no more hitch-hiking for me. Thanks for fretting.. I'm pretty sure my own Mama's hearing this one for the first time today, too.
Yikes! How about "You got a pretty mouth, boy?" was that in Namron's story?
Thanks, TLP. I'll check it out.
Thanks, Sar. That detail was included for your benefit. I hope it's clear that the dignity and intellect of that van dropped when I got in it.
I'm jealous that as a girl I will not be able, for the sake of safety, to partake is such activites as you have . toothless men that can't speak in a form of understandable English to me are frightening though so I would need a guide. EWW I actually saw Deliverence in sociology in high school and I don't even know why.
vaunt,n . I had never even heard this word before. :(
Why is it that hitchhiking stories either involve danger or smoking pot? I've never heard one that didn't involve one or the other, and sometimes both.
Vaunt: never heard of such a word and am proud as hell for it!(Seriously I had to check it in a dictionary!) What a liked most about this story is the name of the town "Puckerbrush" it shows that even your forefathers had a sense of humour. I still giggle whenever I say that name out loud!
Apologies to everyong, including Jamie Dawn, for using an obscure word. I wanted to make fun of Burns Bros. for putting so much sophistication into claiming ruralness in a place where the four of us in that van would show up. I was thinking about vaulted ceilings for a good five minutes before I figured out which word I was looking for.
To hear the story, climb Star Peak.
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Another great story, Doug.
Since I know you're too wise to enter such a van again, I won't fuss about it. Much. That was a bit scary.
I wonder if I've ever passed that area. I've been in Nevada on I-80. If Niks and I can figure that out (we have journals of our trips) I might google the t-shirt.
Yeah, pretty interesting tale! I love the Puckerbush bit...
Namron Wolverine Pez has a scary hitchhiking story from 1986, just before I met him. It involves (very pretty) 18 year old Namron, a middle-aged man in a pickup truck, a knife, and the words, "There's no such thing as a free ride." (Can you hear the theme from Deliverance here?) You'll be happy to know that Namron escaped physically unscathed, in the middle of nowhere.
Oh, cripes! Poor Namron! He was very pretty. You guys! No hitchhiking!
Doug, I did google that "town." I hit on a blog written by a woman who got lost there. You can check it out on :
http://janestrip.blogspot.com/
(Don't get excited. That's as in Jane's Trip. Jane doesn't strip.)
It's her October 12th post. I left a comment on her blog telling her about your blog.
Forget Puckerbrush. I HEART DANGER. That's the shirt for you, Doug! Jeesh, you're as nutty as the white van company which, by a stroke of luck, you can now vaunt having accompanied.
Regardless, excellent definition & entertaining story. Best part? The nod to Twain. :)
TLP, If you were all the way across the State from Wendover to Reno, then you passed through there. Honestly you could easily remember the view of desert and not those towns. Except for Winnemucca there wasn't much to any of them. And no more hitch-hiking for me. Thanks for fretting.. I'm pretty sure my own Mama's hearing this one for the first time today, too.
Yikes! How about "You got a pretty mouth, boy?" was that in Namron's story?
Thanks, TLP. I'll check it out.
Thanks, Sar. That detail was included for your benefit. I hope it's clear that the dignity and intellect of that van dropped when I got in it.
If you got it, flaunt it; if you ain't got it, vaunt it as if you do. Good tale, they sound more scary than the rattlers and scorpions.
Willie Nelson and a Serial Killer, eh? Not Cheech and Chong?
The tumbleweeds out in the desert were always what scared me ...
Thanks, Icy. I'll take your advice.
See, I remember it as funny. Do you think that's why end up in situations like that?
Dddragon, there was a certain cheechness to the day.
I'm jealous that as a girl I will not be able, for the sake of safety, to partake is such activites as you have . toothless men that can't speak in a form of understandable English to me are frightening though so I would need a guide. EWW I actually saw Deliverence in sociology in high school and I don't even know why.
vaunt,n . I had never even heard this word before. :(
To tell about myself as I see myself. ;)
Why is it that hitchhiking stories either involve danger or smoking pot? I've never heard one that didn't involve one or the other, and sometimes both.
Special agent Lula! It's the onliest voice I have. Thank you for your kind words. Did you see the verbiage on that girl?
Alice, you're probably too smart to run out of gas. That word is hardly ever used that way, I was actually thinking of vaulted ceilings for awhile.
Masil, because its dangerous to smoke pot while you drive and you have to be high or stupid to hitch-hike? Just a guess.
ROTFL! Doug, you'd better pull up your sock. both!
Vaunt: never heard of such a word and am proud as hell for it!(Seriously I had to check it in a dictionary!)
What a liked most about this story is the name of the town "Puckerbrush" it shows that even your forefathers had a sense of humour.
I still giggle whenever I say that name out loud!
guess you were the most vaunted man on 1-80
Following all these comments make me feel that I have nothing to vaunt about.
Great story. But I'm confused, as usual. Never heard the expression I heart until two summers ago
Oh am I so out of touch?
Ha, Ariel. I have experience as a nippee and know what to do.
Monika, I have to admit I was reaching a little. Puckerbrush has no forefathers. It was invented to have exactly the affect you describe.
Karma, I think I was third that day.
Pia, hate to say it but I heart is pretty old. Of course, New Yorkers are probably more sophisticated.
That's a new word to me. I had to go to dictionary.com and look it up, and now I have nothing to say about it.
I like your story, though. I'd be too afraid to hitchhike, and if those guys pulled up, I think I'd die.
Apologies to everyong, including Jamie Dawn, for using an obscure word. I wanted to make fun of Burns Bros. for putting so much sophistication into claiming ruralness in a place where the four of us in that van would show up. I was thinking about vaulted ceilings for a good five minutes before I figured out which word I was looking for.
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