So.... someone is filming something on campus. Something that involves extras. I was innocently sitting outside, soaking up the sunshine after being trapped in the windowless, asbestos-filled concrete dungeon that functions as our "lab" for hours, when some woman came up and asked me if I was an extra. I was like, "A whu'? Huh?" -- not really coherent at this point -- and then she said if I wasn't an extra, then I needed to move so I wouldn't accidentally get in the shot. Which is like, okay, because I don't really want to be on film, regardless of what they're actually filming, but on the other hand, I really resent being kicked off my bench, dammit! I just wanted the vitamin-D-producing, jean-warming, cancer-causing solar rays, is that too much to ask? Now I'm stuck inside again with the fluorescent lights and dust and seething bitterness. *seethe*