Well, I cooked some more. I bought it, I might as well eat it.
I put 2 1/4 times the water in the cooker and let it go. Cooked longer, but I wasn't timing it.
The rice came out perfect!
So, I'll eat this batch, but after that no more brown rice for me.
I had my fling. Sure, the brown rice was exotic and new. It made promises. It whispered sweet nothings. But in the end I came back to my first love...my white rice.