The best way to describe my reaction to unbelievable stories is to call me a skeptic. If there is gold in Abe Linclons head on Mount Rushmore, why would it still be there? Even better, why would God tell some random guy that the world would end when he said that "no man knoweth"? There is a sucker born every minute, it seems, and worst of all in most cases they procreate faster than the rest of us.
This brings me to today's topic. Bigfoot. First, let me say, if there is a bigfoot, I am certain he would rather go by Charlie or Sedgwick rather than bigfoot. How would you like to be known by your least favorite body feature? "Hey there Thunder Thighs", or "morning Gigantic Schnoz."
Ok, now that we have that out of the way, have you noticed whenever Sedgwick is filmed it is done by Mr. Blurrycam? You know the guy, right? He's the one that goes on a family vacation wanting to keep all of his memories in the best possible format so he brings is 2002 vintage camera phone. While on his trip, he sees the very latest iPhone being used by the local barkeep and snaps a couple of high quality shots while shaking uncontrollably due to the extreme bladder issues.
This produces such epic failures such as:
And:
So it should come as no surprise that Mr. Blurrycam couldn't come up with a better shot. "Oh crap, there's Sedgwick... where's my Samsung ghetto phone? Ah there it is..."
Click...
You see... right there... right next to the tree...
It's either Bigfoot or it isn't. That is one thing I am sure of...
This brings me to today's topic. Bigfoot. First, let me say, if there is a bigfoot, I am certain he would rather go by Charlie or Sedgwick rather than bigfoot. How would you like to be known by your least favorite body feature? "Hey there Thunder Thighs", or "morning Gigantic Schnoz."
Ok, now that we have that out of the way, have you noticed whenever Sedgwick is filmed it is done by Mr. Blurrycam? You know the guy, right? He's the one that goes on a family vacation wanting to keep all of his memories in the best possible format so he brings is 2002 vintage camera phone. While on his trip, he sees the very latest iPhone being used by the local barkeep and snaps a couple of high quality shots while shaking uncontrollably due to the extreme bladder issues.
This produces such epic failures such as:
So it should come as no surprise that Mr. Blurrycam couldn't come up with a better shot. "Oh crap, there's Sedgwick... where's my Samsung ghetto phone? Ah there it is..."
Click...
You see... right there... right next to the tree...
It's either Bigfoot or it isn't. That is one thing I am sure of...
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