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[mistymassey]

One of the last shots in the movie Van Helsing, in which Van Helsing transforms back into a human from a werewolf, was originally intended to be a nude scene for Hugh Jackman. Director Stephen Sommers felt that it would have been too distracting to the viewer and disrupt the emotion of Anna's death from the scene. Oh yeah, it would have distracted the hell out of me.


As a South Carolinian, I'd just like to say that despite the evidence of late, we do have a few reasonable, intelligent and dedicated legislators in my state. It's just the loudmouths that seem to get all the camera time. *sigh*

I live within sight of the local airport, which only serves single planes and small corporate jets. This morning when I was brushing my teeth, I heard a loud thump. My son, who had been outside getting something out of the car, came flying down the hallway.

"Mom! A plane just crashed!"

I ran to the front door, and there was a huge cloud of black smoke rising over the trees past my neighbor's house. Apparently a local businessman had taken off moments before, had some trouble and turned back around to land again when he crashed. He didn't survive. The largest piece of debris was the size of a steering wheel.

We used to joke about planes landing on the house. It nearly happened today. Of all days.

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[beatrizwench.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I heard about that in the doctor's office this mornning. How awful!!

[arhyalon.livejournal.com]

Oddly appropriate of your top paragraph, yesterday I was at the bus stop with a friend, waving good-bye to our kids, when a friend's husband, who lived up the road a bit, ran out of the house in the rain to bring the garbage to the street...in no pants.

Now, he was wearing underwear and a shirt, but he's a good-looking fellow, so I felt some kind of comment was necessary. I tried wolf whistling, but this did not work as I can't whistle, so I woohooed. He, already in the house, put out his hand to wave back.

I wrote my friend to tell her about our adventures with her husband (I confess that I made my email rather funny) and she replied that she was laughing so hard she was in tears...and that this was perfect as she'd had a bad morning, had just finished cleaning up dog vomet, and then got my note. It made her day.

The thought of naked Hugh Jackson reminded me of my handsome neighbor running pantsless through the rain.

Very sorry to hear about the plane accident.

[tempest-gypsy.livejournal.com]

I read the article. I'm trying to figure out what "he had just become a devout Christian," has to do with the rest of it.
"He is survived by a two wives, eight kids and a gerbil," I would understand.

[madkestrel.livejournal.com]

It's the upstate of SC, where people don't even blink at the line for your religion on a job application.

*sigh*