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[rm]

I am hearing such awful things about the Oliver Stone Alexander movie, I'm starting to think I'm not even going to go see it -- and while I've always been dubious about it, dude... it's Alexander, which is like my favourite thing ever (yes, when my classmates were having crushes on Duran Duran I was swooning over my history text books -- ah, fourth grade, I remember you well).

But... but... argh! The more I hear, I am like what the fuck.

*growl*

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[rm.livejournal.com]

Eh. He's hot, and I realize this whenever I see him in something, but extremely out of sight out of mind and so totally not on the list of people I particularly fantasize about.

But yes, if it would have done anything to make this movie look less stupid, you bet.

[daverhodester.livejournal.com]

When we lived in an apartment in Hollywood, there was one particulary creative young lady (OF COURSE she was an actress) who lived in unit #112. Like so many, this apartment had a front porch area with a security door. You would buzz the resident you wanted to visit and they would let you in. One day I came home and there was a note from her that was taped to the security panel, which was addressed to the world in general..

"HEY! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT disturb the resident of #112 under any circumstances. I've had a really hard fucking day.. I was extrememly late for work, I blew an audition and my boyfriend just broke up with me, so do NOT ring apt. #112 unless Brad Pitt himself is sitting on the front step asking for a pedicure. And even then I would have to think about it."

I thought it was pretty funny :-)