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August 05, 2003
I like to pretend that this bothers me.
They're shooting another movie outside. The wardrobe truck is parked out on the corner.
There are a lot of movie and television shoots in my neighborhood. ER episodes are pretty common. Ben Affleck inflicted something called Surviving Christmas on the block last winter, and I spent most of the night listening to the hordes of fangirls outside the apartment building squeal every time he twitched.
There's no notice or shooting permit taped to the building's foyer windows, which is odd. There usually is.
My only hint of what this might be about would be the famous guy I walked by on the way to the post office. I'm not good with celebrities, but I've seen him before. Black hair, doughy sort of face, squinty eyes. Can't remember his name. I think he's played an incompetant mob hitman in one or two movies. Maybe.
Senility ay 24, folks. Doesn't get any better than this.
Posted by Spike at August 5, 2003 03:56 PM
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