12-27-2007, 11:10 PM
Reminds me of the carefree days of running through the woods in Pomona pretending to be a hobbit archer from Tuckborough racing after half orc/men abominations as they tried in vain to make their escape from the boundaries of The Shire. We slaughtered them all, the villains. None escaped southward to the ruins of their former haunts. Meals we made of their flesh. Blood was called; blood did answer. Yarunna! Bogswollop! Aieeee!
By the way - how many camera operators did that gang lose? Sheesh. That's one crap gig. How come that wasn't posted in "My job sucks more than yours"?
By the way - how many camera operators did that gang lose? Sheesh. That's one crap gig. How come that wasn't posted in "My job sucks more than yours"?