DJ jazzy make_iT_stop
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: the national anthem of the Planet Cute
Listening to the commentary on "The Bank", where they discuss using a stunt double to jump into the water behind the moving boat, makes me realize how difficult and dangerous an occupation acting can be. Just look at the requirements of some of David's past roles: attacked by savage dogs, dragged behind a horse, drenched with oil and set on fire, getting beaten up by Joseph Fiennes in 110-degree heat. Not exactly a walk in the park. You have to admire people who can ignore hazardous conditions and turn in a consistent, utterly believable performance.

My workday seems so boring and pedestrian by comparison. The biggest threats to my health are paper cuts and coffee scalds. The closest I've ever come to getting hurt on the job was last summer, when I broke my ribs at the company picnic while tubing behind the VP's motorboat. (He was deliberately trying to buck me off, and succeeded.) A few years ago, I came within a hair's breadth of getting arrested/severely assaulted while doing a routine site survey, but that's a different story. Let's just say I accidentally found some barrels of toxic waste that the town would have preferred to keep secret.

I'm antsy about the upcoming U.S. election too, PFaz. This is probably the most significant presidential contest since FDR/Wendell Wilkie in '36, if not Reconstruction. It's hard to believe there's any undecided voters left in the country.