And there’s a company that is releasing a lot of the old B Westerns and TV Westerns on DVD for a buck each. I think it’c called Treasure Box Collection, but I’ll try and gave contact info tomorrow.

The annual End of the Trail shoot is held in California every year.

I’ve never been, but between the active Hollywood types reprising their roles and the legions of character impersonators, you could probably cast (accurately) ever cowboy flick from The Great Train Robbery onward just from the attendees.

“Bartender! Gimme a double decaf latte ó in a dirty glass!”

My image of you as a bronc busting, gun toting, whisky swigging, red-meat eating slice of the Old West has just taken a beating.

Besides, everyone knows that REAL men do yoga …

Not that I’m an expert, but I’ve heard the Normandy folks have never lost their love for us. It’s other parts of France, especially Paris, where the bulk of anti-Americanism thrives.

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Tatoos are big in the 3D world too. I have plenty of Poser folks with various tatoos. Lots of Goth stuff as well. Tons of piercing. One of the big Poser paraphernalia suppliers gave away a package of nose rings and naval jewels and stuff for free one week.

(note: the VIRTUAL kind, of course)

Not that I’m rushing to get one: I’m absolutely sure I’d change my mind about two weeks later….

My husband and I went to the gym today. Afterwards I observed that I am sick and tired of the tattooed flesh (my husband is more tolerant of this, but then in the gym it was mostly guys, so he didnít care). It somehow suits Polynesians, but on white people it is mostly ugly. I guess that this is supposed to be cool, too, but at least in SF it is so conformistÖ. I dress up just to go grocery shopping, as a counter-culture statementÖ

Yesterday he went into a cheese shop and the owner started talking to him, and of course it emerged that my husband is from America, and on the basis of that fact alone–”I’m from America”–the man insisted on giving my husband his name and phone number because he wants to invite him to his home and prepare him dinner when he returns to France.

We are living in such strange times. I suppose all times are strange in their way, but this one has really got me mystified.

You look at the PEW POLLS and the KOFI UTTERANCES and the WORLD PRESS and the only thing you hear is: World-to-America, F*** Off.

Then you walk into a cheese shop in Normandy and receive a personal invitation to dinner at a man’s house because you are an American.

We had the same experience in England in March. I had thought that was just because England is our ally and friend (and blood relation, when it comes to that).

Now I’m not so sure.