Saw this little shelf of goodness at the prop house next door while I was walking through, drawn by the sounds of persistent machine-gun fire.
What’s that, you say? Automatic weapons fire interfering with your afternoon perusal of Digital Genius Magazine? Why yes – the movie studios are finally overcoming their fear of a crippling SAG strike and greenlighting about 45 movies into production in the next couple of months. So the big semis are going to start waddling through the alley behind my house again, and the Oompa-Loompas scurrying around the Hand Prop House will be singing happy daily rental fee songs.
Anyway.
In light of the continuing fun news about the economy, and a galactically bad stomach (and I suspect the two are linked – I’ve been Googling various iterations of “peptic ulcers”), these bottle struck me as a perfectly reasonable alternative to my other regimen, of curling up in bed and groaning.
We will now return you to your regularly scheduled New Media snarkery.
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