If you go in braced with "gay! it's gay!" you're just not being open to the story. Unless of course "it's gay!" is a big pull, but even then.

Hey, the latter worked to get me to pay good money for tickets to a western. Only Mary McDonnell and Graham Greene working together have managed that before.

shrift, I was gonna suggest that you just stay there, quit by phone and catch the next plane to Chicago.

But if she does that, she won't get to enjoy the funny visual of her bosses' heads exploding...

And oddly enough, I'm using a terminal next to the gate boarding for New Zealand.

Oh go ahead. You know you want to. What's the worst that could happen?

Sadly, I didn't bring my passport. Because California technically isn't a foreign country.

I finally watched Project Runway. (well, had it on as background noise while I worked) It was quite fun and perfect for watching when I can't really pay close attention. Wouldn't go out of my way for it, but will watch if I'm around when it is on again. How's that for an enthusiastic endorsement?

OK. I'm getting all confuzzled on the word "terminal."

However, this is my natural state, confuzzlement.

Okay. I'm almost out of time. I think I'll go find somebody who'll sell me some beer.

Internet terminal. Kiosk. Thingy with a keyboard. It's possible I'm not hip to the lingo.

Okay. Beer for real now.

That's exactly the thing that I've been trying to explain to people -- it's a Doomed Love Story, and the thing that makes it Doomed is that they're guys.

Annie Proulx has said in at least one interview how much she dislikes the phrase "gay cowboy movie." I recall her saying something along the lines of it being a story about homophobia, not homosexuality.

Beer. The terminal resort of the non-single-malt having.

Irshad Manji is my kind of Babe.