Who can I turn to when I'm oblivious? Michael Ansara played Cochise even though he was a Syrian. So if today Bashar al-Assad was Tonto, I'm Cisco and someone in the background is yelling "wrong show, wrong show". You can't handle obtuse. There's this rumor that heading for Fiesta in San Antonio is like doing the Paul dance but it's actually more like Black Swan without the weird shit. If you've been calibrating at all, you can't get to pre-dementia without accepting it's not necessary to be saying "oom-nocka-whala" when you're walking on sunshine. Number one, you got here. Number two, you're cemented willingly. Number three, the crap behind door #4 is dogdirt so let the sun shine in. I've done so many inappropriate things but listening to a father tell his adult sons that his dong melded with a plate glass window to make a point with a strange babe is NOT on par with with Matt Damon saying "how do you like them apples" thru a glass darkly. The older you get the less surreptitious is appealing and the more cut to the chase makes more sense. I am an awkward example of "just sayin'" out of sheer exasperation than a model of composure and certitude. So those Riverwalk rooms are more Vivaldi or Alan Parsons Project?