Friday, January 19, 2007

Star Chronicle Partie Trois

In which a boy with a Band-Aid on his cheek walks up to FilmyToots while she agonizes over finding a clean loo, and tells her that he loved her in the film—which was not great, but she was—and that he, too, is a struggling actor and is waiting for an opportunity just like hers to make it as an actor.

Chronicles #1 and #2 belong somewhat lower down on the strangeness scale, so I shall leave them unblogged.