Greetings from Colorado...let's conjugate a few verbs!

Áahtomónēhene Ého'eéto!

Happy Tuesday from snowbound Colorado. We’re weeks behind our shooting schedule. We’re still assembling talent for shooting the upcoming episodes of “Bigfoot: Naked and Untamed” for VICELAND (dedicated readers will note the change from Vice Channel to VICELAND – it’s how they prefer to be referred to according to the stern letter CCB received from the cable channel’s attorneys). I don’t care anymore…I’ve manage to keep myself calm by studying the Cheyenne language (as you may have noticed from the opening – I’m quite the scholar).

We’ll tough it out here in the Keystone Resort. Not even heading back for Thanksgiving, we’ll just have to work through. Little matter really, all of the family back in Oklahoma have scattered to the winds for the holiday. Even the Wife is off on another of her fabulous holidays, flying to Utah for skiing with Nirvana Trump and her entourage.

Not sure how the Wife got so close to NT to wrangle an invitation, but it should all be entertaining when/if she punches her (I’ll leave replacing the pronouns with names to you).

So it’s just me, Cousin Fred, Friend Lamont (from western Arkansas), and the Francesca (oh, didn’t I mention? She’s out of jail.) here in CO. After that last blizzard came through, we were snowed in here for two days. Cousin Fred assures me that he has a plan for quickly assembling the talent we need so we can start shooting.

VICELAND sent a video crew out to shoot a making-of documentary about Bigfoot: Naked and Untamed. There’s nothing that quite compares to the sensation of waking up in the morning to find a camera lens mere inches from your face. But, they’re paying the bills so I smile and go along with the program.

Speaking of going along with the program – have you noticed that the world hasn’t (yet) ended with the election of The Trump? Oh sure, potential conflicts of interest keep piling up, but I’m sure they’ll get all of that sorted out. Right?  

I’m envious of the guy I read about on the Huffington Post web site, who since Election Day has cut himself off from the media. He doesn’t know who won the election and doesn’t want to know. He just goes around town wearing a pair of noise-cancelling headphones so he doesn’t accidentally catch wind of any news. He even has a sign around his neck that says he doesn’t know who won the election and isn’t interested in finding out.

He claims he has a peaceful, easy feeling about it all. And, he knows he won’t be let down. Because he’s already standing on middle ground. Hahahahaha

As the video crew from VICELAND and I were discussing last night, while passing around a bottle of Patron tequila in the hot tub, the election did accomplish one thing at least. It opened four states up to legalized recreational marijuana use and I think two more for medicinal use.

Ganja George, the sound man, was talking about a catalog he recently received that offered a host of weed grinders. One, in particular, caught his eye. A solid silver model ($750) that you wear around your neck made by Vetements, the same French company that sells $980 t-shirts online.

G.G. said that he was considering getting the high-priced grinder as a Christmas gift for his Hindu girlfriend. I contemplated the lack of irony in that as I took another swallow of Patron and realized I was beginning to see two G.G.’s. My tequila meter pegged at that point.

Actually, the whole legalized weed thing is becoming huge business here. The Wife recently tracked down and researched a company based in Canada that stands to profit in a major way with each state that goes legal. She bought up some of their stock just before everyone else realized that they were there and the price took off. Guess that’s how she can afford her fabulous vacations with Nirvana and gang.

Truthfully, I don’t even know what the company’s angle is…whether they’re retailers, distributors, who knows. But, they’re out in front of everyone else apparently and the Wife made a fistful of cash.

For me…I’m just sitting here nursing a hangover that would kill an elephant, worrying over a shooting schedule, and conjugating verbs in Cheyenne.

That is all.
 

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