How to make Medusa's life complete

Take an Annie Proulx short story, make it into a film, add a Gyllenhaal, and make sure it's about gay cowboys in love. Who needs cigarettes when we have Brokeback Mountain?

There is a god. And he is a gay cowboy. Or a horny straight woman who likes watching gay cowboys make out. Whatever.


(Notice that this is the first post that's not entirely about quitting smoking, possibly signifying that cigarettes are not my one and only waking thought. It's getting better. Seriously better. And check it out--2 weeks and 3 days. I still can't believe it.)