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February 07, 2007

My mouse flies. Late at night. SOME-times: guess the director

hair_apparent_2135.jpgCan you guess the director talking pets with SFChronicle's Neva Chonin? "No. I don't have pets. Well, I had a dog named Sparky once, a Jack Russell terrier that I say was the love of my life. I like dogs, but then when you go out you worry about them." Chonin suggests, "Maybe you need something smaller... I have a mouse." "A little mouse, huh? And he's your pal! Well, isn't that great. I live near an overlook, and there was this guy who would put his mouse into the cockpit of a remote-controlled glider and float him out over Hollywood. I guess the mouse really dug it."

Posted by Ray Pride at February 7, 2007 10:41 AM

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