Neither, actually. Just on-screen talent. Not that you really need all that much talent to do this. Just have to have whatever look that fits the producer’s vision.
I had an amusing moment with that cruise ship hijacking attempt. Some friends of ours from Faire play as pirates (privateers, actually, and there is a difference) and were recently married. When I saw the news clip, I told DH that I thought Reddy and Crowjoe were supposed to be on honeymoon and not working.
When I was a young child (what, as opposed to an old child?) I had a stuffed panda bear. He had been musical, but most of his life his wind-up was broken so he was silent. His name was Panda Bear.
This distinguished him from my real bear, Bear, who joined my life on my first birthday (and is still a part of it, he watches over me from the spot of honor on my bookcase). He ocassionally went under the name Teddy (but never Underhill like another famous Bear, a silly old Bear). I also had a stuff tiger named Tigger that my mother swears I named before I had been introduced to his famous namesake–but I called tigers tagers for a long time anyway. I also couldn’t say my “r’s” and so couldn’t growl like a tiger, or even a lion. It disappointed by speech therapist to no end, but I’ve never found growling like a tiger to be an essential life skill (although I can now say my “r’s” and and growl like any animal I want, but still, it is a limited factor in my life {esp. when it’s been so long since I had a boyfriend}).
Lest you think I was lacking in creativity as a child, I had an imaginary bulldog (like Spike from the cartoons) named George, and a sawhorse named Voluptulous (I overheard the word when my sister was studing for a spelling bee and just liked the sound of it–really, the sawhorse was rather skinny, but I was prescient about my own future self).
Um, Vuncer Bob… I have not been putting neither fabric softner nor moves on other women. Nor upon her. She is a female, and I am female. I do not put moves on other females, being of the hopelessly heterosexual woman sort. Most of the glugging goes onto her laundry. Very little goes on my laundry as I do my own. Except sometimes, when she feels the chaos that is my laundry room to be overwhelming.
So anyway, the wonton waster of fabric softner that is my roommate is not trying to mark “me” as “hers”. Besides she has a very cute boyfriend ™ who I am sure is marked by her April-Fresh softness.
As for the history exam, well once I was a misguided history student. (I was misguided, I was not studying misguided history, except in the whole idea that history is written by the victors… but thats not important to this post.) A teacher for Renaissance History set the text as “The Waning of the Middle Ages” by Huizenger, a book that was then currently out of print. We were told to search for it in used bookstores. I dropped the course.
Still lost. Are you an extra? A Star? Inquiring minds want to know.
See, that shop on the other side of town across the tracks etc leads me to think of porn. Unless you are making Christian films?
:eek:
I have so much to learn. I hope you did well at whatever you did…
Normal Saline (can I call you 0.9NS for short?) you may not be looking for her to fold your sheets, but methinks the BF of hers is just a cover.
She is marking you as “outta circulation”, baby!
(or she is sabotaging you in the dating department by making your clothes reek of April-freshness, thereby conflicting olfactorily with your perfume of choice. Very devious, very devious…).
Damn. A perfectly good joke shot in the ass because I made the ASSUME error on a poster’s gender. I sorta keyed in on the whole Norm biznez… :smack:
Oh and Hi Draelin, thank you. You may call me Norm! if you wish, or you can call me 0.9% NaCl… whatever keeps you hydrated. Although if you are going to call me Norm, and Vunder Bob thinks my roommate is marking me, Im going to wish I called myself Normal* Flora (That was my other name idea, although after I registered I saw Furry Lisa and I was all D’oh! about that. But I shave, well my legs and axillae, so I guess not.
I tried to buy a copy of Eats, Shoots and Leaves, right after I had a tooth extraction. (Well the freezing had worn off but my face was disfigured. And I was toothless. In a conspicuous tooth.) The woman at the store had never heard of it, and walked away. Actually was rude to me, muttered something about toothless idiot. The next week it was a best seller in Canada and was prominently displayed. I hope she remembered who was the idiot.
*Normal… used as a caveat, such as Processed Cheese Food uses the word food. It may take some convincing to other people that it indeed food. Same with Normal in my name.
Nothing Christian about it. Greek, perhaps. 
I’m not a star as in someone whose name might be used in the context of “We’ve got the latest film starring ____” but my face and stage name might well be on the packaging, so I’m apparently pretty well thought of. Pay’s not fabulous, but it’s certainly enough to buy a lot of food with and stock up the deep-freeze.
Ignorance fought. I had never heard the word axillae before today. Thanks, Norm! (and welcome to the boards!) 
Ooh! I know a Hollywood type personage…sort of!
I shall sit here, basking in the reflected glory that is gotpasswods.
Are we to talk of body parts? How about pudendum? Philtrum? Antecubital?
(why do latin terms sound dirty to me today? Hmm…)
Wow, so many new people. I’m going to say hello. But not list the names, because I’ll just probably get them wrong.
And Monday’s not even over yet, and already we’re on Page 2!
It matters not what road we take but
rather what we become on the journey.
Lucky Numbers 20, 24, 37, 48, 11, 9
Are we playing around with body-part names again? Doesn’t anyone remember that whole fiasco with the cervical collar?
I had a fun weekend. We traded in hubby’s old Tahoe for a new (to me) car and he gets the new truck I had been driving.
I got an '02 Nissan Altima with leather seats, a sun roof, and a kick-ass Bose stereo. With only 25k miles on it! It’s sweet.
My son and his girl du jour (GDJ)came over and did mounds of laundry. They had dinner with us - ribs and tater salad and sweet corn on the cob.
Sunday was my day for laundry and grocery shopping - I’m kinda predictable, ain’t I? Tom painted one of the living room walls. Just to see if we liked the color I had picked out. It’s called Whimsical. It’s a pale pink. I think it will look good with the burgundy recliners and black leather chairs. Also, it borders on the kitchen which is two-toned gray. It sure sounds weird when I see it in print, but it looks nice! I think. I need to see it in full daylight.
No swimmers in my laundry room, either. I found an ugly sweater that GDJ left.
I am in a marginally better mood today helped by the fact that all day Sunday was spent in my PJ’s on the sofa with a blankie watching TV and I didn’t talk to a single soul.
Saturday night was at a fundraiser for “Cowboys Against Cancer” where much fun was has and a ton of cash raised.
Okay, gotti, I’ll be the first to say it. CITE?
Do tell!
UPDATE!!! I got my hair cut today, and it’s some strangely styled thing that I’d never do to my own hair before. However, I did spend 11 dollars on the glue-stick like thing to do it myself, so I shall be doing that. Don’t ask me how much I spent on products there today, but rest assured that I also left with a couple liters of shampoo/conditioner…
Picture to come after I get off work (I’m going to take it now, but it won’t get posted until later.
<snerk>
Was it a whoosh? (re cervical collar)
I need smart pills today–anybody got any? I’m fresh out.
Second grader hopping off bus as I type. See ya tomorrow!
Glue stick?? You have a toupee that need to be glued to your head? Just don’t get any on your forehead or you’ll look like this guy: :smack:
Tupug - I got a pay raise with this production - $200. Sadly, $200 doesn’t go far around here for food, and the jobs are scarce - last one before Saturday’s was in May.
The cervical collar fiasco was spawned when I mentioned my sweetie was supposed to wear one as he convalesced. But he doesn’t wear it any longer, as he is almost normal. But not Norm (welcome!!) so don’t get confused there.
As luck would have it, donkeybear gave me a good setup for my contribution today. Of course, if you read the tail end of last week’s MMP, you already got this info, but it’s all I got so it’s what you’re gonna get.
My dryer died this weekend - the heating element was a dead short, which is not good. But it’s 30 years old - probably one of the last avocado colored dryers in the country, ya think? Our washer is kinda cheap, too - the drum never seems to empty completely. So I caved and decided to get the washer I wanted - a front loading model - along with a matching dryer. They should come in soon, which is good, because the pile of dirties is growing, and I really don’t want to have to run clotheslines from tree to tree, but I may not have a choice. We shall see.
That’s all I’ve got for now.
FCM - my mother’s avocado Maytags are still clunking along. But you will truly enjoy the frontloaders. Be prepared to see your water and electricity bills go down.