Poop Is Greater Than Poison![]() I
couldn't help but notice this article on cnn.com this morning:
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NEW YORK (Reuters) -- Working with snakes can be more hazardous than you
thought -- but it's not their bite that's the problem.
"It's the poop," Jules Sylvester, head animal trainer for the new Hollywood
movie "Snakes on a Plane" said Monday at a news conference to publicize the
film.
"They will poop everywhere," he added.
But when snakes are on a movie set, everyone behaves, Sylvester
said.
"It's ideal for the director," he said.
The movie, starring about 500 snakes and Samuel L. Jackson, opens in U.S.
theaters Friday after receiving wide publicity on the Internet.
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So...according to CNN, snake poop is much more hazardous to your health
than their sharp pointy fangs or their
venom could ever hope to be. Knowledge like this could save your life
some day kids. Whatever you do, do not let a snake poop on you. It
could mean instant death to your organism (thanks goes out to Floyd Landis for
the "organism" bit).
This short
collection of non sequiturs goes on to reaffirm my suspicion that when
actors behave themselves in a professional manner, it's
"ideal for the director." Well, thank you CNN for that amazing bit of breaking news. It's information like
this that deserves front page placement on cnn.com.
Oh, and if you're interested, the snakes will be signing autographs after the movie (apparently
Samuel Jackson gets second billing in this feature).
Posted: Tue - August 15, 2006 at 06:14 PM | |
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