"Anaconda 2: Hunt for the Blood Orchid" was on Cable this Morning
The Washington Post did an experiment where they had a famous classical musician play the D.C. Metro in the middle of rush hour. They were SHOCKED and AGHAST at how no one showered him with currency or stopped what they were doing to watch him.
Stacy Furukawa, demographer at the Commerce Department and yuppie woman on the street:
"It was the most astonishing thing I've ever seen in Washington. Joshua Bell was standing there playing at rush hour, and people were not stopping, and not even looking, and some were flipping quarters at him! Quarters! I wouldn't do that to anybody. I was thinking, Omigosh, what kind of a city do I live in that this could happen?"
Well Stacy, if your city is like MY city, it's the kind of city where people can walk around without food or shelter and no one pays a shit lick of attention or stops to help them.
How DARE those people throw quarters at a white guy who grew up playing tennis in Indiana with a noted psychologist and therapist for parents? WHAT THE FUCK? Hasn't anyone heard of TENS? TWENTIES? BLOWJOBS and GIFT CERTIFICATES for HAMMACHER SCHLEMMER and the BANANA REPUBLIC?
J Lo was in the first Anaconda. The second one is better, namely because of this hot Asian guy. Asian dudes don't get enough work. Is that one guy still alive on LOST? I stopped watching after Season 2. It got too secret code mathy. TV should not be workful.
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We threw an Anaconda 2 party just before New Years. That was possibly the best party I've thrown in years, even though we couldn't make a mixed drink that looked sufficiently like blood or orchids.
Also, I thought it was better because of the whole "We're young, we're single and we're in Borneo!" thing.
The group of younguns is so pretty and racially diverse. It's like someone took a focus group on safari.
Also Darrell, how DARE you not invite me to your parties? I am missing out for sure.
I read that piece. Doing this thing at rush hour doomed it to failure. People don't wander around subway stations during rush hour for their amusement. They need to get to work. Doesn't matter how good the fiddle player you walk past seems to be, you don't have time to stop and listen. Put him in a public space on weekend... then see if people stop and listen.
Or, you know... don't bother.
I'm sorry Erin. It was doubling as a going away party for my friend who got her Peace Corp assignment in February - she said Hunt for the Blood Orchid was her favorite B-movie, and I thought only her closest friends should have come.
Besides, weren't you in like, some place other than the middle-west at that time?
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