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My dog walking friend Pamela invited me over to her house this morning, she wanted me to show her some computer stuff. And I desperately wanted to see her place, because not only is she a painter, but her husband is a special effects guy, and their house is packed with latex monsters and animals, and chopped off limbs and such. But then her husband called from a studio, where they were shooting a commercial for a radio station. He had forgotten something, could she bring it, by all means. So there I am, in the middle of a studio set, swarming with people. Camera people, sound people, advertising people, radio people, what have you. I expected to be thrown out for trespassing any second. But I guess this is Canada, everybody is just so unbelievably nice all the time. The director came up to us to shake hands. I expressed my amazement to Pamela. She said that for all he knew, I could be the owner of the radio station. Well yeaheah, one day I look like a psychiatrist, and now I look like the owner of a radio station? Makes me wonder what I really *do* look like. Anyway, best part of course was seeing the Canadian version of Giel, naked and slimy, making his way out of the giant egg Pamela and her husband made...