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I Have a Dream
I'm at James Cameron's house. He's just finished shooting his new movie. A toddler swings from ropes, spraying the bad guys with a water bottle because the MPAA frowns on kids holding guns. I tell the producer it's an awful movie and that James Cameron needs to reshoot all the scenes; he agrees. I share the good news with James Cameron. He doesn’t shoot me. For my bravery—or maybe to demonstrate filmic Darwinism; not sure—I’m allowed to see his Oscar trophy. We climb into his old beat up station wagon that’s parked in his living room. The Oscar is a porcelain Buddha. I clean it with Fantastik and a towel. I ask James Cameron if he really uses that CB radio on the dashboard in front of the passenger seat. "Yes," he says, "but only for the air conditioner." Sure enough, it's a CB radio/air conditioner.My cousin arrives with her kids and we go around unplugging all the electrical devices because it's Shabbat.