Um. Portland. Guys? What the...

I knew you had a hipster problem and a hippie problem, but this whole post-ironic Partridge Family droogies thing is extreme. It sounds more like one of onda_dog's damnportlanders pranks than a news story.

Major points to the cop for dissing these guys and their tiresome attention-whoring: "There's nothing special about these people. Their behavior is typical of thousands of people in Portland that we have to deal with every day. They're run-of-the-mill goof balls." Oh SNAP.

Cognitive Dissonance

In the waiting room at a psychiatrists' office. Usually the other patients are the entertainment. Today they have both a television and a radio going. The TV shows ocean nature scenes and the radio plays classical music. The results so far:

Elephant seals bask and tussle to Mahler

Slow, ominous cellos surround a zoom shot of the ocean under a cliff. Is there a body, dead, wrapped in plastic?

More Mahler: French horns heroically sound as otters clean themselves in a kelp bed.

The choice of Mahler is great. He was quite mad, and scored a part in his unfinished 10th symphony for a flute to be made of his dead wife's thigh bone.

I don't care if it's a montage. I want to believe.