Morning. I've had a doctor jump up and grab me too,
Neti - it's shocking! In my case it was a gynaecologist. We were both getting into position as it were - which of course includes me being half naked and about to do the straddle split - when she suddenly leeeeaaaaps at my arm and grabs it and holds it with a clawhand so I thought and stares hard at me saying
what's this - it was just an ordinary bruise goddammit! And hardly what I was there for!
The other day when
Robinia was turning us into apes (me pre-haircut and all of us more fuzzy than
B00) I remembered seeing a documentary about the Planet Of The Ape-films where one of the actors was speaking about how our usual way of establishing social hierarchies was apparent even when the actors were in costume and having their lunch: Chimpanzees sat with chimpanzees, orangutans stuck with their fellow orangutans, and so on. It made a great impression on me, I thought it was sad and interesting both. But many years later I heard another actor from the same set talk about the same phenomenon from a totally different angle:
He said the costumes - faces and lips in particular - were so inflexible that it was really very difficult to eat, and actors tended to prefer lunching with their own kind so that they could use each other as visual feedback on how to handle the food. So much for sociology...
My computer hasn't got what it takes to open your take your pick-file
Vinny but I think I've got a
rough idea of the game...?