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This is a headline that was on "My Yahoo."

Gays From France's Tough Suburbs Unable To Celebrate

I didn't click it and read the article because I am having too much fun simply thinking about the headline.

OK- we have France; we have Gays from France; those Gays live in France's Suburbs; these Suburbs are Tough; so Tough, in fact, that the Gays are Unable to Celebrate there.

My head is spinning with possibilities.

But I cannot get past the thought of Tough French Suburbs.

What happens there?

I am picturing a gang of sooty ragamuffins wielding baguettes administering a beatdown on a manicured lawn, right near the basketball hoop.

Anyway...

Friday night I went running and then I went fishing. The fishing is getting good here. The rivers are mellowing out some, and clearing up.

Yesterday, I went over to Bell's house.

We decided to go float a different section of the Gallatin.

Actually, the last section of the Gallatin, where it runs into the Missouri.

It was fantastic.

Like an asshat, I forgot my camera.

We saw a beaver.

Of course, I commented, "Nice beaver!"

We also saw a big red-tailed hawk, which circled above us and delivered a couple of its patented spaghetti western screams. (You know the high pitched scream; you've heard it hundreds of times in movies and tv shows. That, my friends, is the scream of a red-tailed hawk.)

Later, we saw an osprey. Those birds are badass. They are nearly as big as eagles, with eye-widening wingspans. They only eat fish. They have a white head and tehir bodies and wings are white and black.

(I can't really describe how beautiful this state is... I have spent the last year actively exploring within an hour or two from my house. I have done something new just about every week, and it continues to rock my socks off, Tenacious D style. Seriously, if you are reading this website from somewhere else in the country, or Canada, or the world, you need to plan a trip to Montana sometime. You will not regret it. Speaking of that... somebody spent an hour or so reading this website from the McMurdo base on Antarctica. I guess it is winter down there and there isn't much to do.)

Then Bells grilled some burgers and played some music.

I went home, talked to Blain and watched some Deadwood.

I love that show.

The one negative is that I already have a foul mouth, and when I watch a lot of Deadwood, it gets fouler. And I just watched the entire second season on DVD this week.

Fuckin' cocksuckers.