This image of a poster

I would want this poster more sans JOHN WAYNE and w/o the title in Polish, just the abstract John Wayne face.
Either way this image caused my myspace to go crazy on me today. Made my myspace think someone had stolen my info. Screw this image. Now I'm not going to buy the cheap polish western posters book. Screw it.

Arab in a Cowboy Hat

Someone in a class wrote an action/thriller oriented start to a screenplay, and the primary terrorist antagonist was described as, "Arab." A few people thought that maybe he could go in a more original direction with this antagonist, I suggested an American in a cowboy hat, and then an Arab in a cowboy hat. There are no pictures of Arabs in cowboy hats. If you search for Arab in cowboy hat, pictures of presidents pop up.

I hope, if I ever meet Bush, we're both wearing big black cowboy hats. Then we can go lean on the fence somewhere on the farm, and stare out at the fields or the sunset. Maybe we don't even speak to each other the whole time. Just peace, calm, barley, wheat. Maybe he spits and makes me feel uncomfortable. Or I spit also and he takes offense.

If I were to be mugged

That's not a real Garbage Pail Kid is it?

If I realized I was about to be mugged, and I have never been mugged, knock on wood... here's my plan, especially if I have serious valuables on me, like my computer etc...:

1. Drop some money on the floor
2. Run like mad.
3. This way the mugger will have to choose between the sure money and the chase/bigger prizes/rape.
4. At the very least, picking up the money will slow the mugger down.

Softball

Top photo from NY Times. Bill & Hillary.

Went to Moma. Middle photo, I actually saw, and enjoyed. Bottom photo by a photographer, whose name escapes me, who had photos in their collection, but not that one. I looked him up earlier today when I could remember his name and found out that he took his first picture of a dead body when he was something like 12.

The Jeff Wall pictures are worth seeing, but the show as a whole left me with a bad taste. Elaborately staged pictures automatically are fighting uphill with me.

Then today, I played the softball. That's a nickname of mine, "Softball." I pitched and gave up 14 runs. I wasn't as terrible as that sounds. We were losing 14-0, completely outclassed, but having a fun time. The bases were loaded, two outs, and they needed one more run for the mercy rule to end the game. The overhead lights went out as their slugger made his way to the plate.