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Mar. 22nd, 2005 04:57 amSam's three things he thought of at 1:30 in the morning:
1. Oh no they didn't remake Fever Pitch, one of my all time favourite films, into an American movie about a man's obsession with the Red Sox and cast Jimmy Fallon as Colin Firth. For those of you unfamiliar with Fever Pitch, this is sort of like taking Bridget Jones' Diary, setting it in New York, and putting Paris Hilton in the lead role.
2. While I realise that it is quite traditional for one's body to give out after prolonged periods of stress (actors are regularly sick the first weekend of performance) I should think, considering there's still rewrites and all, that I would be allowed to hold off on the violent vomiting until at least eight am.
3. In direct corollary to #2, I will not be eating spaghetti again for some time.
ETA: I find it immensely interesting and amusing that the comment notifications on this have caused Gmail's advert sidebar to link me to cures for flatulence. Did you know you could buy charcoal pads to put in your underwear to prevent odor?
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1. Oh no they didn't remake Fever Pitch, one of my all time favourite films, into an American movie about a man's obsession with the Red Sox and cast Jimmy Fallon as Colin Firth. For those of you unfamiliar with Fever Pitch, this is sort of like taking Bridget Jones' Diary, setting it in New York, and putting Paris Hilton in the lead role.
2. While I realise that it is quite traditional for one's body to give out after prolonged periods of stress (actors are regularly sick the first weekend of performance) I should think, considering there's still rewrites and all, that I would be allowed to hold off on the violent vomiting until at least eight am.
3. In direct corollary to #2, I will not be eating spaghetti again for some time.
ETA: I find it immensely interesting and amusing that the comment notifications on this have caused Gmail's advert sidebar to link me to cures for flatulence. Did you know you could buy charcoal pads to put in your underwear to prevent odor?
Commentary post-hack: Thanks to
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