Love them cowboys

I've spent the last week or two watching cowboys on TV.

First, there was the new TV movie "Broken Trail" with Robert Duvall. It was okay but nothing compared to "Lonesome Dove," the fabulous mini-series with Duvall and Tommy Lee Jones. "Lonesome Dove" is one of my favorites of all time along with the classic "Little Big Man" and cheesy-but-wonderful "Dances With Wolves."

The Hallmark Channel, understanding how Duvall-in-a-Stetson draws viewers, decided to broadcast all eight hours of "Lonesome Dove" last weekend. My DVR has never been so happy.

I still haven't caught up on some episodes I missed of DeadfuckingWood on HBO, which isn't about cowboys so much but fits loosely in the genre. All except the fucking cussing.

Overheard in Birmingham

"... if it doesn't work, blame it on Birmingham."
[Reading the name of the bus] "Alabama Limo, isn't that a euphemism?"
"Do you know what you can do with a goat?"
"Baby ducks, pond and day-old breadcrumbs."
"I think our hotel is missing one of its points."
"I just got us a car!"
"What we have here is a failure to communicate."
"You can have $150 million, as soon as I transfer it from my offshore account ..."
"Have we seen a crying YAD yet?"
"We just saw two commissioners making out in the stairwell."

Sleepless in Birmingham

It's after 1 a.m. Birmingham time and I am still working.

The lights in this convention center are on timers and they go off automatically (except for the emergency ones) at midnight. Tonight someone figured out how to get them turned back on so we're not in the near-dark, working by the light of our computer screens.

Birmingham bound

I leave tomorrow for Birmingham, Alabama where I will be working for the next eight days.

You probably didn't know this but Birmingham is the home of Vulcan Park where this giant statue is located.

Any city that has a giant statue of a Roman God is okay by me.

Thanks to Dystopos for the photo.