"Fame! I Wanna Live Forever!!" Three Seconds of CSI Stardom. The End of the CSI:NY Saga.
One one-thousand. Two one-thousand.
Three seconds of screen time.
Normally there are twenty-four frames in one second of projected film. 24 X 3 = 72. I got 72 frames of film! Sounds a lot better than three seconds of screen time.
The octopi I procured for that CSI:NY episode got significantly more feet of film than I did. Makes sense, I suppose, after all, an octopus was the murder weapon.
WC Fields once cautioned adult actors never to “work with children or animals.” I’m almost certain the ruddy-nosed comic didn’t think to include slimy octopus among the featured creatures of tinseltown.
I'm not bitter. It was fabulous just to be involved with the show. Though, someone ought to have warned the octopi not to upstage this Deep End Dining diva *double D-shaped snap*. Too bad for them because when the episode wrapped, guess who went home in a take-out bag?
They’ll never be eaten in this town again.