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Broken Trail: The Boozehound Cinephile / Ted Boynton
Pop Culture Item Consumed: Broken Trail, AMC’s 2006 Western miniseries featuring Robert Duvall and Thomas Haden Church. Broken Trail is another successful building block in Robert Duvall’s monument to the gruff ol’ cowhand of the American West. After Lonesome Dove, Open Range, Geronimo: An American Legend, Tender Mercies, and this recent AMC installment, Robert Duvall is to ornery ranch hands what Humphrey Bogart was to trench-coated detectives.
Beverage Consumed: Once again, something for which I cannot find a name, a concoction of equal parts vanilla-infused vodka (in this case, Stoli Vanil) and amaretto, served on the rocks with a cinnamon stick for stirring and adding flavor. Before you ask if my vagina hurts, this relates to a boozing situation of which alabamapink reminded me a few weeks ago: that situation in which one must rummage through the dregs of a depleted bar to find a suitable libation. For ‘bama, this was a cleanup run through the scattered odd bits of her stock, in anticipation of an externally imposed Prohibition.
Well, thanks, ‘bama, for jinxing me through my idiot subconscious. Through a confluence of satanically depraved coincidences, we ran out of gin, whiskey, and plain vodka within a 48-hour period, after already running without a few other top shelf choices for a couple of weeks, e.g., Irish whiskey and blended scotch. (We do keep several crates of bourbon in the Apocalypse Kit, but they are surrounded by a cocoon of buffer cardboard in case of an earthquake.) The only beer in the fridge was Negra Modela, which is not suitable for Happies, and I wanted a cocktail anyway. My bar may be slightly better stocked than some; any “dregs” situation that might occur still affords at least a few choices beyond the nightmare scenario of selecting between (a) partially rancid Slovakian rutabaga liqueur left by a roommate and (b) the fermented yak’s milk your brother sent you from his Mongolia trip.
Hangover List Update: Out of the limited choices in the foregoing scenario, a couple of stronger flavors were technically available but eliminated because of an unfortunate “lagging hangover” situation. The Lagging Hangover is the one that hits you mid-afternoon or later on the day after. You wake up feeling OK, a little tired maybe, then around noon the head starts detaching, the shoulders start hurting, the eyes dry out, and everything feels about three seconds behind. I find this one often follows a night where someone smoking grass was sitting close to you. Really close. Like maybe in the same chair. Or if you didn’t sleep long enough or didn’t rehydrate in the morning. In any event, a brusque bit of business like Lagavulin was not solving any problems.
So. Midori, cherry brandy, Sambuca? No, no, and emphatically no. This went on for a couple of minutes before I picked up separately and set down together the bottles of vanilla-infused Stoli and Desarano amaretto. Hmm. Following my instincts, which are decent in this area, I quickly mixed up a small shaker of the two, then stirred up a glass with a cinnamon stick, one of the sweetened kind one uses for stirring mulled wine. Plopping in some ice and the cinnamon as a garnish, I commenced my viewing.
(I’ve seen variations on this theme on the internet with additional ingredients, such as one that sounded delicious with strawberries and cream pureed together with the booze. Alas, this genre violates my rule about how much preparation is permitted on my part to make a cocktail. I do not blend.)
Summary of Action: There’s precious little left to say about Robert Duvall at this point. He knows what he’s good at, does a healthy amount of it, and occasionally takes a daring role like the titular dancing assassin in Assassination Tango. When Texas Ranger Augustus “Gus” McCrae galloped into our cowboy fantasies nearly twenty years ago, Duvall became one of those actors who exists in our heads as his “home” character, the character he was born to play. Godfather or no Godfather, when someone says the word “cowboy” to me, the most likely image to spring to mind is grizzled Gus, lazily riding out of sight over a rolling prairie ridge, only to speed right back into view with an arrow in his leg and an Indian war party on his heels.
Duvall played nearly the same character in 2003’s Open Range, a well-reviewed, commercially successful film directed by Kevin Costner that seemed to fade into obscurity after a year or two. As the crusty old cowhand Gus might have become if not for that gangrenous leg incident, Duvall’s Boss Spearman pairs with gunhand Charley Waite (Costner) to fight off Michael Gambon’s brazenly vicious Irish cattle baron. (If “gambon” wasn’t a linguistic variant for “ham” before Open Range, it sure as hell was after.) Open Range features a masterfully staged climactic shootout scene that is one of the best of any Western I’ve seen, plus a surprisingly touching romance between Costner and Annette Bening as aging frontier dwellers who never quite managed to settle down.
In Broken Trail, Gus aka Boss takes on another alias, that of Prentice “Print” Ritter. Ritter works as — wait for it — an aging, ornery cattleman in 1898 Oregon, looking to move a herd of horses to Wyoming for a nice payoff so that he can buy his own ranch. As the first of the two movie-length installments begins, Ritter tracks down long-estranged nephew Tom Harte, played by Thomas Haden Church, to help with driving the horses to market. Accompanied by Harte’s friend Heck, they set out with the herd but are soon diverted on a rescue mission to liberate five young Chinese women being transported to a slave existence as prostitutes. After adding a wandering cook and an aging saloon girl, Print and Tom find themselves heading a small menagerie of a cattle drive and being pursued by a gang of vicious outlaws sent to retrieve the girls.
In terms of a plot and themes, Broken Trail is not a groundbreaking or profound Western, but it’s an enjoyable movie because of the goodwill brought to the table by the two leads, Duvall and Church, and because the acting is solid across the board. The villain is convincingly brutal, the difficulties of trail and town life are brought home with good cinematography and scene staging, and the cultural and emotional entanglements are handled with blunt, gentle straightforwardness. Broken Trail is a sincere, character-driven Western, with the linear plot serving primarily to move the relationships along, though there are some interesting action sequences.
In particular, Church shines in projecting a credible mix of courage, resolve, and fear in situations in which he take extreme actions in self-defense, at one point killing for the first time and at another taking on multiple opponents by himself in an intense gun battle to save Duvall and their young female charges. As stoic Tom becomes acquainted with the near-stranger who happens to be his uncle, in scenes played with gravity and restraint by Church, the development of their relationship provides a grounding emotional theme. As they settle uneasily into a mentor relationship, they move from being business associates first to something substantially more complicated and trusting. And, of course, romance blooms in predictable places for these cowboys, including Church’s nearly unspoken bonding with one of the Chinese women, causing conflicts that, while somewhat formulaic, are still engaging examples of comfortable tropes of the genre, along with a handful of twists and tweaks here and there that provide a few “Ah-ha!” moments to break up the pacing.
If you like Duvall or Church, and particularly if you enjoy Westerns, Broken Trail more than justifies a look. The scenery is ruggedly beautiful but not idealized, and the characters are filmed as believable turn-of-the-century frontier folk, the men scruffy and dirty with their handlebar moustaches and trail-dusty work clothes, and the women struggling to project a sliver of femininity through fading dresses, loose strands of hair, and the grime of hard work.
How the Pairing Held Up: Reasonably well, all things considered. Vanilla vodka and amaretto is not a bad little cocktail if you’re in a corner, and it could form the basis for something more enjoyable with a little experimentation.
Tastes Like: An old-fashioned doughnut baked with rum icing with cinnamon sprinkled on top.
Overall Rating: Seven out of eleven dusty boots.
Ted Boynton is a dedicated sot who would leave his barstool only to stalk Whit Stillman, if anyone could find Whit Stillman. Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not. Readers may scold, hector, admonish or taunt Ted by e-mailing him at thecarygrantrules@hotmail.com.
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Comments
I love the smell of amaretto in the morning. Smells like . . . victory.
Posted by: RoboPanda at July 25, 2008 8:50 AM
Jesus, I think I got a cavity just reading about the new drink.
Posted by: TK at July 25, 2008 8:54 AM
I like Thomas Haden Church a lot. But, as a cowboy, I just can't help but picture him saying "Steven Stinking Foster" and being menaced by Val Kilmer. And then adding a tinge of ridiculousness to a tense moment by saying "We'll meet again" before eventually being riddled with holes.
Posted by: Sean at July 25, 2008 9:00 AM
Where did the shirts go? I had no idea that false idols could draw divine retribution so quickly. Clearly the Godtopus is a vengeful beast.
Apologies. We're still working out some bugs on the order forms. Will have them back up later today. -- DR
Posted by: Ebs at July 25, 2008 9:07 AM
Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not.
I cannot tell you how much I adore this line. It literally makes me laugh and/or giggle every time I read your pieces.
Also, that drink just gave me dia-beetus.
Posted by: feramones at July 25, 2008 9:15 AM
That drink sounds like it would be lovely with a shot of cream. And then sipped in front of a roaring fire. Bearskin rug optional.
I love Open Range. I saw it at the theatre with Mr. Kolby a few years back, and we were both surprised by how much we liked it. That shootout at the end kicked my ass.
Posted by: Kolby at July 25, 2008 9:19 AM
I definitely want to watch this. I love me some gritty westerns and finally saw The Proposition last night, which, though incredible, leaves me feeling a need to experience a little more lighthearted rugged heroism.
That drink sounds...like a raging sugar hangover. Pass. Also, I don't care for amaretto.
Posted by: HB at July 25, 2008 9:29 AM
My dad loves to watch the Open Range shootout at remarkable volume with the subwoofer at max. The shotgun blasts (which sound pretty impressive at normal volumes) are more than a little jarring under those conditions.
Posted by: Sean at July 25, 2008 9:29 AM
Wait - what? What shirts?
Posted by: Kolby at July 25, 2008 9:31 AM
The Godtopus and Murder Tank shirts were up and for sale for a very brief period of time. I wondered if I dreamt it at first, but I'm glad somebody else saw it.
Posted by: feramones at July 25, 2008 9:36 AM
Oh, Kolby, just wait until they're back online. I actually wept a little. It was glorious.
Posted by: Sean at July 25, 2008 9:37 AM
You don't need to see the link.
[waves hand]
These aren't the shirts you're looking for.
You can go about your business.
Posted by: TK at July 25, 2008 9:39 AM
If it wasn't implied in the piece above, my suggested mini-comment diversion is: What's the gnarliest concoction you've ever had to drink out of sheer desperation from lack of alternatives?tb
Posted by: ted boynton at July 25, 2008 9:42 AM
Why don't you crack open that fermented yak's milk and review Mongol for me? I am a huge fan of the Great Khan and I want to know if this is worth paying to see.
Posted by: Brigette at July 25, 2008 9:46 AM
RE: diversion
Banana Fuck-You-Uppers
lots of cheap dark off-label rum, whatever vodka was left, a banana, some vanilla ice cream, and Surge energy soda.
Blend until schnockered.
Posted by: feramones at July 25, 2008 9:46 AM
As I do not believe in flavored vodka, I cannot drink this new drink.
Desperation cocktail? That would have the be the day that I tried to make a drink that was called Between the Sheets or the day that my friends and I tried to duplicate the Walk-Me-Down divers sold at Silky O'Sullivan's in Memphis.
The Walk-Me-Down night started at 7:00 and the majority of us were passed out by midnight. These two only qualify because we lacked 50% of the actual ingredients involved and, as broke-ass college students, could not afford the middle shelf items needed to properly make them.
Posted by: Melody at July 25, 2008 9:52 AM
Well, Ted, when I was a teenager, my sister and I would get off the school bus and run into the house to mix whatever cheap clear liquor we could find (usually vodka or gin) with Tang. Yeah - Tang. My little step-brother drank it, so it was always available. Homework gets done a bit more quickly on a good Gin & Tang buzz.
Posted by: Kolby at July 25, 2008 9:54 AM
So I got to go to an advance screening of The X-Files last night. Bad idea number 1: heavy drinking prior to the showing. Which included mixing beer, whiskey, tequila, and soco (not together for some monster well drink, mind you). Bad idea number 2: drinking during the movie (damn you Loew's and your $5 big ass beers). Bad idea number 3: margaritas after the movie.
In short, the movie completely escaped my memory, and I thought I was gonna get pulled over driving to work this morning. Your 'lagging hangover' section has brought this to mind.
Back on topic, I think I've watched this thinking it was Open Range... AMC plays Open Range pretty frequently and I wanted to catch it, but I remember Church being in the one I watched... he's not in Open Range as well, is he?
Posted by: Colin at July 25, 2008 9:57 AM
I tended bar for many years and had a particular customer who I would see out now and again. We met up one drunken night and he joined us for after hours. He was a drinker of white wine spritzers (orientation joke...now). As I had no white wine or 7-up, he substituted with what I did have, namely pink champagne and orange soda. Good idea at 2am...not so much the next day.
Posted by: Arbincita at July 25, 2008 9:58 AM
I have a better entry into the desperation cocktail list. We were drinking Crown and Cokes one evening. After running out of Coke, a friend got the grand idea to mix Crown and Mountain Dew LiveWire.
Oh sweet and merciful whiskey gods, that was an unholy idea.
Posted by: Melody at July 25, 2008 9:59 AM
Nothing elaborate, there was no vodka so I put some orange juice in tequila. Wasn't that great (no, really?).
Course then there's "it's the parents' so only take a little" when I had my first repellent sip of gin along with some kind of chocolate liqeur (amongst other things). I like gin now but I don't need to go back to the chocolate. The sad thing is that I sobered up and escaped the poisoning I'd just committed but then someone showed up with a bunch of vodka to shoot. That led to one of my level 5 stories, stupid bastard.
I'll leave out the vodka, but rum and banana sounds excellent. For me anyway. And now I live two minutes from a package store.
Posted by: Jay at July 25, 2008 10:02 AM
Hmm, just last week I had some cola left over from a party that I didn't want to waste. Damn my frugal Scottish heritage, I don't even particularly like pop.
There was a wee bit of my husband's spiced rum left, but I just couldn't drink it on him--for one thing, it pains him to see his precious handcrafted concoction mixed (but I just can't bear straight spirits!); also, he would have had to wait 'til September for the next batch to be ready.
So, my only other option at the time was gin. Gin and cola...with a generous slug of lime juice to take off the sickly-sweet edge from the pop...it was, well, perfectly drinkable. I have got to get him to make me some more vodka. It's just so versatile.
In the spirit of sweet mixed drinks, and I like the sound of yours, Ted, a favourite concoction of mine is Amarula (a cream liqueur, tastes vaguely of strawberries) in vanilla-flavoured soy milk. Sounds weird, but it's a really tasty drink.
Posted by: MO(meaux) at July 25, 2008 10:20 AM
I've had this Broken Trail on the Tivo for months now. I just can't make the 4 hour time commitment yet.
I drank orange juice and peppermint schnappes. We called it a Candy Cane because it was around Christmastime. Also, my friends tried to make a wapatuli without any liquor by pouring Coors Lite into a hollowed-out watermelon, but I didn't drink that.
Posted by: Three-nineteen at July 25, 2008 10:25 AM
You had perfectly good Negra Modelo just sitting there and you opted for Emergency Backup Alcohol instead? Hang your head in shame.
I've never been desperate enough to turn to the now-defunct EBA section of the bar, mostly because it included a huge bottle of highly dubious sake, cheap plum wine received as a "gift", Scotch dregs, and Jaegermeister dregs. If you mixed any or all of those liquids, I think you could use it for drain cleaner but not much else.
My ex-husband used to make fun of me for drinking Becherovka, claiming it should be on the EBA shelf, but I really like the stuff. Tastes like gingerbread to me.
Posted by: Wednesday at July 25, 2008 10:41 AM
"What's the gnarliest concoction you've ever had to drink out of sheer desperation from lack of alternatives?"
Mouthwash from a dollar store. Thanks for the no-liquor-sales-on-Sundays law, Jesus freaks. I'm gonna drink this day-glo orange stuff and use God's name in vain after every pull.
Posted by: RoboPanda at July 25, 2008 10:46 AM
Grape Jello shots, made with gin and tequila... combined.
I... I wasn't in a good place at that time in my life.
Posted by: TK at July 25, 2008 10:52 AM
It wasn't so much a beverage, as it was an unholy combination of legal/over the counter substances. Allergy and Sinus Benadryl (the green package), two hearty slugs of robitussin, two hearty slugs of dayquil, and lots of red wine. And Rip Fuel, 'cause I started to get sleepy. It was fun, but probably a bit dangerous.
Posted by: Kitty X at July 25, 2008 11:12 AM
Worst drink combination born out of desperation? Well there was the boyfriend's 21st a few years back when we were less than broke and only had whatever we could scrounge up around the dorms. We didn't find a lot. So someone(me, drunk) suggested that if he(drunker) funneled everything for the rest of the night then that would even everything out. That night he funneled a Schlitz, a Schlitz and a PBR, wine, and a White Russian. It was also the night that he ran around in 100 degree heat with two sweatshirts and a down jacket on because he was convinced that a cold front was coming.
Then there was a Shaken Not Stirred Party where we attempted(and failed) to make the Vesper from Casino Royale. Except all we had was the Lillet, which ended up mixed with Sprite and Godtopus knows what else.
Posted by: jM at July 25, 2008 11:30 AM
Am I the only person who read the line about Chinese sex slaves in a Western and smiles nostalgically at the memory of Deadwood?
I can't stand ANYTHING artificially flavoured with vanilla. Stoli needs nothing more than a slice of lemon.
Worst drink ever: some "friends" who were invited to dinner brought mangotinis that they forced everyone to drink. They were made from one of those mixes that one can buy in supermarkets. I kept gazing longingly at my own drinks cabinet. Finally, Mr. PaddyDog pretended to stumble and knocked over the container. It was worth paying to get the stain out of the rug later.
Posted by: PaddyDog at July 25, 2008 11:32 AM
I wonder if any of those nasty-ass-sounding concoctions could possibly improve the unpleasant-sounding Step Brothers viewing experience. Who's the lucky person holding the short straw for that one, and are there any restrictions against public drunkenness in your area?
Posted by: lordhelmet at July 25, 2008 12:19 PM
"Tastes Like: An old-fashioned doughnut baked with rum icing with cinnamon sprinkled on top."
So technically, this means I can drink this for breakfast, right?
I remember growing up (I dunno, 13-14 yrs old), we rented Eddie Murphy's RAW. Once his boozer of a pop hit the sack, we decided to do a little mixing of everything, so as not to tip him off that we'd hit his cabinet. We drank the tumbler, and I remember thinking "Jesus, this is gross - I'm never gonna drink this shit when I'm older." What an idiot child I was...
Grossest out of desperation? There was a Target Halloween concoction of... shit, I dunno. I hadda use bottom-shelf tequila and the goddam thing had gummy worms you were supposed to float in it... I cried while drinking it, it was so pathetic.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at July 25, 2008 12:37 PM
I really liked Broken Trail. It's a good, solid western with some sweet moments. I especially liked how Print gave the rescued girls numbers since he couldn't pronounce their names.
Posted by: Olivia at July 25, 2008 1:56 PM
Ah bless your sodden widdle heart, Ted. Now I actually have a drink to try with one of my silly little bottles of flavored vodka. When I FINALLY GET OUT OF THIS PLACE. Sigh. It actually sounds like something Mr. Pink might like; there was a time when he had this crazy nightly self-made concoction that I think had amaretto in it.
Good review. I might have to check this one out because, lawd knows, I loves me some modern Westerns. All bleak and dusty. Not like some of the cheesy ones from the Sixties where the women all sport heavy black, Amy Winehousesque eyeliner and crazy beehive hairdos.
Worst desperation cocktail: Had to be in my wild underage days when CVS was our liquor store. We would mix bottles of Robitussin, Tussin, Vick's 44, and NyQuil up in a pitcher and consume it. One night after imbibing in our cough syrup cocktail we decided to watch Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. Holy Mother of Godtopus, that was a stupid idea.
Posted by: Alabamapink at July 25, 2008 4:46 PM
Well Ted, for me the worst drink that comes to mind is one based on a wasted opportunity. Several years back, I hosted a party in part to offer some friends the opportunity to taste my absolute favorite sipping tequila, El Conquistador Anejo, that I had brought back from Mexico (side note: the brand is not readily available here in Chicago, or most places that I visit, and the bottle is tall with a long narrow neck that seals terribly, hence you don't want to check it as luggage). Fresh cut limes were available as an accompaniment, along with freshly made sangrita. I was stoked. Short story long, I turned my back for 10 minutes to get the bbq started. During this time, one of my pals had arrived with a gift...a box that contains the fixin's for frozen margaritas. He and my wife then proceeded to dump over 3/4 of the bottle of my golden elixir into the mix. After the obligatory "you fucking assholes," I spent the remainder of the evening slurping down ice tea. And I accidently dropped the london broil on the ground.
Posted by: In the Burbs at July 25, 2008 5:03 PM
Hey, thanks for the idea, feramones. I basically made pina coladas with basic Bacardi but instead of pineapple I put in a banana.
Beautiful stuff.
Posted by: Jay at July 25, 2008 9:25 PM
1. I love Broken Trail.
2. One night in college we sent the evening's deputized booze-runner to the liquor store just before closing, to get the fixins for whiskey sours. How hard could it be? A bottle of whiskey, a box of sours mix. He came back with a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of ReaLemon he'd got at the Shur-Fine across the road. Having already drank all the beer and liquor store now closed, we said screw it and invented the Bourbon Fannybanger, which was a pitcher of bourbon mixed with lemon juice, sugar. I can't remember the taste other than it was vaguely like I'd imagine antifreeze to be, but we were young and dumb enough to drink every drop.
Posted by: Colleen at July 25, 2008 11:11 PM
I had the misfortune to experience the lagging hangover last weekend during a three day bender trip to Lake Tahoe for a good friend's wedding. Never brag to your also hungover friends how great you feel first thing that day.
Worst mix out of necessity - vodka chased with root beer. Something that can only happen when you're 19.
Posted by: katy at July 25, 2008 11:50 PM
Oh my Godtopus I LOVE this site! Movies, books, t-shirts, and great BOOZE!
I tried pineapple juice and rum and loved it.
The real winner for me, though, is the GiGi or GinGin Mule (or whatever name was decided upon) (upon which you decided).
I bought gin and ginger beer a few weeks ago, even though I hate gin, based solely on Ted's recommendation. I added mint last week, and am seriously in love (I have a freshly made drink right next to me)
Having found Cock & Bull to be too tame, and GUS (grown up soda) Extra Dry Ginger Ale to be bland, I currently have a batch of homemade ginger beer on the stove, with the expectation of an even more fabulous drink tomorrow.
I know my parents have both Vanilla Vodka and Amaretto at their house (full bars are fabulous), so I'll probably try that next time I'm there.
Yay for experimentation!! Thank you!
Posted by: NCNN at July 25, 2008 11:51 PM
Oh yeah, and Kolby's sangria recipe. Tried that for the first time last weekend, and it is also fabulous.
Thank you, Kolby!
Posted by: NCNN at July 25, 2008 11:55 PM
we said screw it and invented the Bourbon Fannybanger, which was a pitcher of bourbon mixed with lemon juice, sugar.
Oh dear Colleen, I don't know where to start. The proper whiskey sour is made with bourbon, so you inadvertently hit it spot on. Also, the whiskey sour is made with lemon juice and sugar, the latter preferably in the form of bar syrup. What you had appears to be a true whiskey sour, albeit with ReaLemon, which would do in a pinch. This was the worst experience you had? Unless the bourbon was horrible, you should have been okay.
And welcome, NCNN, so happy the GiGi made an impression -- I wasn't ready for it either. But re the Stoli Vanil and amaretto, I'm not truly recommending that -- it's fine in a pinch of those ingredients are all you have. But if your taste runs to sweeter drinks, it could end up a favorite so who the hell knows?
Posted by: ted boynton at July 26, 2008 12:43 AM
Hmmmm - not really a fan of sweet drinks, so maybe I'll pass. I do love whiskey sours. I'm just building up my liquor cabinet (apparently based on Pajiba recommendations). I like wine and Mike's Hard whatever (and I know there's a joke there, but will let the more eloquent run with it, if desired), so starting on the cocktails is an adventure. There's always a Golden Friendship (which makes me think of Golden Showers, with everything degenerating from there): light rum, sweet vermouth, amaretto and ginger ale - 1:1:1:4. Sounds disgusting, but it is surprisingly good. Perhaps it will work in your next desperate situation?
Posted by: NCNN at July 26, 2008 1:17 AM
Apparently booze is my muse, as I've posted more this evening than in the 2+ years I've been lurking.
Worst out of necessity drink (and worst hangover EVER): Diet Rite tequila poppers.
Posted by: NCNN at July 26, 2008 1:28 AM
Hey Ted,
You funny.....
Me drunk........
Sleepy time now.
Posted by: kevipoo at July 26, 2008 4:34 AM

