Auditions for Broken Saddle Mountain

I recently got my hands on some pictures from the final auditions for the prequel to Brokeback Mountain. Supposedly, its based on the forbidden and secretive relationship of four ranch hands and there lives over the years. Tyler Verona is a ex theater major who spent a little time cruising for love in truck stops before he found a fulfilling job breeding horses. Rick Langstor had a delinquent and troublesome childhood, in and out of relationships, before he discovered his desire for a male companion. His cousin, Terd Ferguson, spent most of his youth in the Special Education wing of his schools. He spent his time eating boogers and dreaming about the sultry Michael McDonald. To complete this gay, motley boy band came Thunderlips. A loner for most of his life, he ran into a Tyler in a truck stop in Omaha, Nebraska, where he discovered his desire for the BrokeBack way.

The story is compelling. The movie takes us from a brief glimpse of there backgrounds and develops the underlying companionship between the four. It will definitely bring a tear to anyones eyes. Make sure to watch for it in theaters Fall 2006.

Look at them Girls with them daisy dukes on.... I want you to ...

  So I was headed back to the shack today and ran into my good "friend" Daisy. She was just getting off work and had and was mentioning how famous I had become since Willie and my run in with Johnny Law. She wanted to get her picture taken with me, to hang above her bed at home. I kindly obliged, but not without getting something in return. As seen in the picture, you can tell what my present was. Man shes a rough one to tame. Boy does she get me going.

One of these days me and her are gonna go get hitched, thats what my horoscope said. Anyways, Ive got to get back to engineering my personal rocket pack.

A new feature: Emails from the other Side

Hi Harriet:

I was told that this was our meeting time - but you are not here. This creates exactly what I did not want, which is having holes in my schedule where I can do very little of my work. I find this very annoying.

Also, I have noticed in the schedule that Alice and Bob have one hour meeting. This should not mean that you work half of everybody else. I initially had allocated a two hours slot for you because I want to see work that is worthy the work of two people. This is what I expect.

There is a slot tonight between 6 and 7 that is not taken. I can understand that you are trying to postpone to the latest time possible the meeting (hence take the Wednesday slots) because you think you have more time. But I would like you to be sometimes a more considerate of me and use the flexibility I give you not at my expenses: if you were me would you rather meet somebody the day before you have to leave or an hour before you have to leave?

Anne Boleyn

Response:

Dear Miss Boleyn,

While I thoroughly enjoy your profound knowledge of the English language and its grammar, I find this note a little public. This email is addressed to all 13 of your dirty dozen, but specifically mentions only three, as far as I can tell by translating your cryptic note. - On a side note, I was contacted by the NSA yesterday, they want me for my expertise in cryptograhy. Your notes have some of the most cryptic information I have ever encountered, you put the KGB to shame. - Back to my resonse, 6-7 ? Isnt that Tuesday night Bingo?. Well anyways, I must get back to my guitar, Im writing a new song with Willie recalling our experiences back in Hazard County. Im using a new strumming pattern based on random interleaving.

Later,

Thunderlips

Im Back In the Ring

   Well, after I long hiatus, I am back. Got caught up in a little trouble as you can see in the picture below. It all started out as fun and games. I had gotten a chance to take the General Lee out for a joy ride. Well it wasnt long 'fore ole Rosco P. Coltrane caught up wit' me. But boy did I show him, as you can see in the first photo. Man that landing was pretty rought, but the General Lee, good ole confederate she is, took the beating gracefully.

   I though I was in the clear, but Rosco and Boss Hogg managed to call in a few reinforcements from the Illinoise National Guard. I really pissed em off there, smoking tires and all. They just stood there jumpin and a hollerin'. I gave em the old bird, and sped outta there.

  Down the road a ways, I ran into a road block, so I just parked the ole general on the side of the road, and headed back into the woods. I really had to go, so I just popped a squat right there in the trees. Kept on trampin' through the woods and ended up back out on ole Route 66, where Boss Hogg had left his car parked and running outside the old diner. I hopped on in and took her for a spin. Back out on 66, I saw this scraggly haired man lookin to hitch a ride. Turned out it was ole Willy. We didnt get a mile down the road 'fore Willy had smoked us up so good that we were headed right back into Bear Country. Recognizing Hoggs car we managed to get us an old bear trail on our back door. As you can see, we were still pretty high, and I really had no idea they were on my tail, till I crashed the gate doin 98. Blew the rad and a tire.

    Well this explains my long absence. I was holed up in Hazard County Jail for a few weeks on trumped up charges of havin a still in my barn, possession of paraphanelia (We had smoked all we had), and picking up a hitchhiker. But after a few weeks, Miss Daisy came in and did her thing, and old Enus let us out. Well I plan to stay out of trouble till this whole court case goes through, and then Ill be sure to update you on my more recent expeditions.