cowboy

cowboy

Since I've been asked at various times "why a cowboy?" and am currently looking for a way to avoid homework (seriously, I would rather go to the dentist or something), I figured now is as good a time as any to explain the cowboy.

First off, I am not a cowboy. (Big surprise, innit?) Just as my name isn't Brat.

However, there is a wonderful book by Josephine Tey titled Brat Farrar, in which the main character's name (sort of) is Brat Farrar. And he is an English orphan who ran away to America and became a cowboy for a while. (Then he breaks his leg and goes back to England and impersonates some rich orphan who apparently committed suicide and has a twin and would be about to inherit a lot of money if he weren't supposed to be dead, only they never found a body so that's suspicious, AND THERE ARE HORSES, but none of that pertains to the matter at hand.)

Anyway, hence the cowboy.
I wanted desperately to write something in connection with this - a series of letters between two scientists about magic, someone's notes on a set of experiments, something - but this stupid essay is being recalcitrant. *kicks essay* If it weren't due tomorrow I'd scrap it and try a different topic. Don't really have the time now, though.

Argh.

Maybe it'll look better in the morning. I hope so.