hackthis_archive | I used to be such a nice person.

K pointed out that there's an anonymous meme going around where you can tell writers what you *really* think of their writing, which you know, hey, go ahead. Personally, I'm always getting abused anyway whether it's anonymous, or in sekrit (which really not sekrit at all), or to my face, so if you're feeling that need, knock yourself out. I didn't actually think anyone needed a *day* or some shit, but hey, I'll even start.

[Name here] is not a very good writer. Actually, she fucking sucks. Same stories, same characters, same characterization. I mean, damn, what happened to all the mass murder? Can you just get a new story or something? Also, you are so not all that. I don't know why people like your stories. Are you famous for sucking someone's cock or something? I could totally do better. And I spell better than you too. And, I make less typos. So there. Also, where the fuck is my chai latte? You are fucking fired.
-Ari

ETA: I adore you all madly for rushing to my aid, but I think what I just don't get about this exercise is the simple idea of if you don't like something, why the fuck are you reading it? Is someone holding a gun to your head and forcing you to? I highly doubt that, so why go around being needlessly rude and cruel? That's just fucked up.

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(Also: I met George, briefly on the set of his movie Michael Clayton, on Saturday. I've been bragging about it to everyone, but I suppose one more person won't hurt.)

Sadly, Ari wasn't there. Because Ari isn't actually real. I have to remind myself this a lot.

*narrows eyes*

I love how you just casually slide that in and then move off. Clearly I have to go check your LJ for details, is that it?

Uh, this is the second time you've narrowed your eyes at me in a week. Should I be scared?

Nope, not really. I just didn't know how to say "I met George Clooney". It's really not someone I have a lot of experience with.

Details.

"I had read on IMDB the night before that he might be filming at Greenwich and Vestry on Saturday. So I said, "hey, that's a totally sketchy source, but wouldn't it be cool if we made a pit-stop around that area just for fun?" to my sister. And she was all, "when are we going to H&M and who's George Clooney again?"

Then I had to count to ten.

After which I told her that H&M was just around the corner, and strung her along until we got to the set. Which actually existed, to my eternal surprise. I guess IMDB is only 98% crap.

The PAs were really cool and they let us stand about 10 feet from the set. George and the child that plays his son were doing a short car scene. Each time, George walked up to the car, looked around (on the third take he looked directly AT US), got into the car, freaked out a bit at the kid, drove off quickly, backed up, and started again. I haven't been near a major film production since I was young, when Groundhog Day was shooting near my Grandparents' house, and I was silently dorking out, just taking everything in. At one point a big-ass GMC SVU came through and the guy in the passenger's seat stopped to talk to Le Clooney. I was surprised that people were allowing that, but I'm pretty sure the guy was James Gandolfini, which made the whole affair even more surreal.

When the scene wrapped, George walked by with his bodyguard/assistant type person and slowed down enough to make small talk with us about the weather (it was freezing and ridiculously windy). His bodyguard patted Anne on the shoulder and told her to keep warm, and George smiled at us, and then then they were gone. I'm pretty sure that he knew we were just fans, but he treated us so normally that I didn't want to break the spell and ask for an autograph or something. I don't care, I'm grateful that we were treated with such respect, that they let us stand so close. A few other people came by after us, but they had to stand across the street."

Now I really will go slinking off.

I used to be such a nice person.

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