One Bedroom Jew Adjacent

It's no surprise to most followers that the Dowd Syndrome works in Visual Effects.

A controversy has arisen in a shot that the Dowd Syndrome worked on in which she digitally removed the words "Holy Bible" from a, wait for it, Holy Bible at the behest of the filmmakers.  A co-worker spotted a story about this controversy and read it aloud to the studio.  This is what followed:

Co-Worker:  ...so that's why it screened with the words still on the book, the filmmakers changed the cut amid the controversy.

TDS:  But I worked on that shot.

Me:  Jesus killer.

Co-Worker:  TDS, you godless heathen!

Other Co-Worker:  But you're not Jewish.  That's my people.

TDS:  I lived in New York.  So that's close enough.

One point: Dowd Syndrome.

Co-Worker gets up and walks over to me and says:

Co-Worker: One day I want to bring in a giant dry erase board in and try to explain to TDS the difference between causation and correlation.

Her back to us, headphones still on, wrapped in 2 jackets on a balmy 72 degree morning while working the entire time,  TDS says:

TDS:  There isn't any.

An obligatory moment of silence followed and TDS, fat and satiated on her indifference to our chicanery, kept working stoic and unwavering like a sweat-jacketed little Wednesday Addams.

Two points: Dowd Syndrome.

The World's Worst Prostitute

Was coming back from lunch with co-worker 1 yesterday and saw TDS walking toward the TDSmobile.  It was too late for TDS to be going for lunch, so we assumed a sickness was afoot.

I pulled the car alongside and waited to get her nervous attention at the car following her in the parking lot.

TDS looked at me and I say, "How much?"

A momentarily furrowed brow is followed by, "Haha!  I get it."  She then twists her face into anguish and says, "I don't know."

Co-Worker 1 says, "You're the worst prostitute ever."

TDS answers, "I feel like I'm going to barf so I'm going home."

Yes, I agree:  The worst prostitute ever.

St. Paddy's Day

It began with co-worker 1 and I discussing how an actor is becoming more and more like Bill Cosby every year, and devolved into both of us doing really poor bill cosby impressions... loudly.

TDS walks up to us while we're contorted into a number of mildly painful Bill Cosby poses and says rather triumphantly in her quiet, apologetic TDS voice:  "That's Bill Cosby."

An awkward silence followed, but only briefly.  Then co-worker 1, whose name is Paddy, began contorting even more grotesquely and resumed Cosbifying the room.

I, in my bad Bill Cosby said, "There's something wrong with Bill Paddy's spats-see..."

TDS, always either 2 hours ahead or 15 years behind the conversation said, "St. Patty's Day isn't until next week."

The Bills feel silent.