I almost always prefer author interviews to movie star interviews. From the fabulous Annie Proulx comes this remark: "Excuse me, but it is NOT a story about 'two cowboys.' It is a story about two inarticulate, confused Wyoming ranch kids in 1963 who have left home and who find themselves in a personal sexual situation they did not expect, understand nor can manage."

I see your point, Annie. If you're actually a cowboy or actually know actual cowboys, then no, these guys are not cowboys. But for the rest of us... c'mon, close enough, they're cowboys, okay? Even Texan mineworkers in Wyoming looked like cowboys to my uncowboy eye.

I have not seen the movie yet. I'm almost afraid that I will be disappointed, although there is not even a whiff of evidence to support this fear. It's just so very made-to-order, like "Let's make a movie that Indigo will love!" I mean, it's too good to be true: Annie Proulx meets Ang Lee meets gay cowboys in Wyoming. Plus, you know I always love those tragic love stories. (Who doesn't?)

We shall see.

In other news: thumb progress! I have successfully cut my toenails (with nail scissors), chopped celery (not very finely, but still), carried various items heavier than a loaf of bread in my right hand, & even managed to slice some bread (although that may have been pushing things a bit).

I still can't really drive or use a fingernail clipper (I tried) or scrub pots or swim normally, but hey, optimism is my middle name.