OMG! Who’s that? Anson Mount
Insomnia has it’s benefits. A couple of sleepless nights ago, while channel surfing and counting sheep, this happened: Well, hello there, cowboy! And who might you be??? Lacking Gwen’s supernatural ability to see a face (even if it is bearded, scarred or painted blue) and recognize the dude instantly, I was faced with a late night pickle. How the…