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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The Myth of Fingerprints Day
Today, thank God, is my annual viewing of my third favorite movie. This time around it really has been a whole year since I've seen it and, man, do I need it. And rather than serve up a traditional blathering rant with all the fixings I thought I'd simply provide a visual aid. That is, the rock I took from the gazebo in Andover, Maine where Julianne Moore and James LeGros filmed their scene. The rock which sits at home with the two rocks I collected from a couple filming sites for "Last of the Mohicans". Now....if I could just somehow acquire Maggie Fitzgerald's mouthpiece.
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This means it's also the time of year when I think of some creative way to mock you for liking such a pretentious, self-indulgent piece of crap. But I'm just not feeling it this year. So instead, I'll just post this:
93 minutes.
That's how much life the movie took from me.
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