Actors are Goddamn Flakes

[ceebeegee]

Out of something like 15 people called in, easily half have had to change their audition slot, or cancel at the last minute, or never bothered to confirm the audition slot for which they submitted. Idiots.

And in other news--few things in the world are quite so cringe-inducing as a bunch of bankers desperately trying to boost their sagging sense of masculinity by blustering about how they're going duck-hunting. Jesus Christ in a motorcycle. You know, you can take a pill for that now--you don't have to kill an innocent animal.

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[minstrel70.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! I don't know whether to laugh harder at the bankers or your "Jesus Christ in a motorcycle" line!

First of all, if you really need to hunt to bolster your masculinity, you hunt deer with a bow at the very least, or preferably bear or elk or moose. Whatever you may hunt, if you weren't born to it (I was born and raised in Minnesota, so I know whereof I speak) you still look silly trying. Duck hunting?? Sorry, on the East Coast you just go to the supermarket. Anything else is pure pretense.

I'd just love to see how they manage to coordinate the orange camouflage jackets with their power ties.

[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

I believe with the "if you aren't born to it" credo, although I hate all hunting and can't see any merit in it (unless you really need the food). It just really bothers me, the idea of taking pleasure in ending a life. You end a life because you must, for self-protection, for food, for punishment--not because you enjoy the act of execution itself. It just seems terribly immoral.

I'd also say in the Northeast yo go to the supermarket--the Southeast has a lot of home-grown hunters. They used to bring frozen deer brains for lunch in high school to freak me out, hence triggering several forays into vegetarianism.

[minstrel70.livejournal.com]

It's not so much the ending of a life that hunters derive pleasure from. It's being outdoors in the crisp fall air, and it's honing the skills required to hunt successfully. Or at least that's what I enjoyed, back when.

As for the disposition of the unfortunate beast: I'm the type that insists on every usable part of the animal being used. I don't hunt for trophies. And I don't hunt anything I wouldn't eat.

[minstrel70.livejournal.com]

I stand geographically corrected. You're quite right, from Virginia to Georgia, there are a lot of hunters. (Frankly, in Maine too).