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With no movies to promote, things have been exceedingly quiet on the Owen "The Butterscotch Stallion" Wilson front. While some might mistakenly interpret this silence to mean that actors cease to exist in the absence of publicity obligations, many of them continue to live and shop among us in the greater Los Angeles area. A reader spots the Stallion on the loose and unshod in Venice, giving us all a chance to check in with him:

Saturday I’m wandering down Abbot Kinney in Venice and decide to go into Equator Books. The first person I see? Owen “The Butterscotch Stallion” Wilson – in the flesh. He was talking to the owner and seemed very at-home. So at-home, in fact, that he felt it was okay to walk around in public and be a few days ripe for a shower. Ew. He was in a t-shirt, shorts and no shoes. No shoes! Walking on a public sidewalk! Who does he think he is, Britney? Anywho, I saw him pet a dog and then get into his own car (a white Prius, everybody) and drive away. Oh, and his dog was in the front seat, but the window was down and the dog’s head was sticking out so it could breathe, so that’s okay, right?

See? Wilson is still around and looking for thrills wherever he can find them. Usually, those thrills involve seeing how many Playmates in a single hot tub he can convince that he's an astronaut when he's not acting, but on a quiet Saturday down in Venice, petting strange animals and walking barefoot in public quench his thirst for excitement.