Upsidedown Bowser
Getting to Know Her
We left the Bowser in a storm early last November. Since then, the imagined “we” at the imagined Better Duck Inn have sought respite with noodle making and backstories while hunting locations as Netflix builds its massive production facilities where Fort Monmouth used to be.
As an homage to disaster flicks a flipped research vessel works well. We heard yesterday that they are going to pull funding for the midtown tunnel under the Hudson River, an hour north of here, without traffic.
How our captain and her noodle making cook fare upside down on the rocks in the middle of nowhere is already written in the stars, which is better than nowhere. I would call Godzilla here if I were sure I was not infringing a patent or incurring a copyright violation. I originally envisioned the giant flame throwing reptile taking down Atlantic City casinos, just for giggles, before I remembered noodles and research vessels of my prednisone laced COVID and poison oak days on the west coast.
Love on the rocks, hell upside down, Raven Ramen Noodles, and a Civil War era spy, all diversions from a dystopian disruption of what could have been a heartwarming tale of giant half-machine turtles saving the oceans from acidification.
Yes, there is still respite, though increasingly more difficult achieve it. A major disaster in the opposite direction of progress is hard to look away from, is it not?
