I was in a short, independent film called "Boot Cut Slacks". I've never seen it. I'm not sure I want to. It's about infertility, and, while I keep my clothes on through the entire picture. (That was one of the few things I asked the director before I was cast.) I spend much too much time talking about sperm. Then there's the dream sequence, which involves plumbing fixtures. There's also the scene where the director plays my brother Weasel, which we shot several times because the old egotist liked playing the role so much. I'm easy to spot. I'm the only woman in the picture. But I don't think a lot of people have seen it. I hope a lot of people haven't seen it. I got into it because I was in a rut. Ruts are dangerous places to be.