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[mousepod]

Tarantino was an "Executive Producer" on Hostel, and the film was a "Quentin Tarantino presents..." feature.

So I understand why Stoat would think it was a QT flick.

[LashStoat]

Originally Posted by mousepod

Tarantino was an "Executive Producer" on Hostel, and the film was a "Quentin Tarantino presents..." feature.

So I understand why Stoat would think it was a QT flick.

Dear Mousepod,

Thanks for clearing that up...which is exactly what the stage hands would have been doing for days..weeks..months after !!!

Love and hugs,

The Stoat XXX.

[Kevy Baby]

Originally Posted by Alex

It's all in the arm speed.

Though I can think of several gravity methods that would get the trick done.

I am occasionally disturbed by the amount of thought you put into these kind of things.

[Alex]

Originally Posted by Kevy Baby

I am occasionally disturbed by the amount of thought you put into these kind of things.

Like I've said in the past, while I've never come remotely close to committing suicide, I do think about it several times a day. My own death fascinates me. I can't see a high cliff without wondering what it would be to fall off it. A anthill without wondering how it would be to be eaten by army ants. A copse of trees in a twilight park without considering a violent mugging that leaves me mortally wounded but with enough life left to wander somewhere and die dramatically in the arms of a friend.

I find it really odd to think that there are people who don't think about such things all of the time. I think about good things too.

Maybe I just think too much and too fast.

[JWBear]

Originally Posted by Alex

...Maybe I just think too much and too fast.

Yeah... hat would be my vote.

[alphabassettgrrl]

Originally Posted by Alex

Like I've said in the past, while I've never come remotely close to committing suicide, I do think about it several times a day. My own death fascinates me. I can't see a high cliff without wondering what it would be to fall off it. A anthill without wondering how it would be to be eaten by army ants. A copse of trees in a twilight park without considering a violent mugging that leaves me mortally wounded but with enough life left to wander somewhere and die dramatically in the arms of a friend.

I think about those things sometimes, too. Not a lot, but sometimes.