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i agree, smedley [or, smokers totally saved our planet in 1983]

so this conversation happened [via text, so i have evidence and possibly so does the canadian government and the nsa].

dom and i were trying to settle our mutual nerves about tomorrow night's conversion screening, remembering that we've made a fine little film that people should see. which is just about exactly what dom had said when i responded thusly:

me :: i agree smedley. [pauses for a moment] did you get that here?

dom :: no?

me :: the aliens who were looking at earth and then decided it wasn't worth bothering with because people smoked even though it was bad for them?
come to think of it, that might mean that smokers prevented an alien invasion in the seventies.

dom :: what ?!?!?

me :: i've had wine and very little food. [pause] but the alien thing was real. [pause.] well, real on tv.

dom :: please eat something.

of course, i was wrong. the ad in question ran in 1983. this is the part where i would triumphantly embed the ad from youtube, except that the government apparently wants to cover up any evidence that we may have been saved from annihilation by smokers repelling aliens and the video isn't available anywhere that i could find.

however, it is not entirely lost, since there is a record of it at the canadian council for tobacco control.

also, according to the trailer park boys message forum, the voice of the compliant alien co-pilot who never opens his mouth except to say the iconic line "i agree smedley", was provided by show star john dunsworth.

ironically, john dunsworth was also my drama coach for a year or so in elementary school, when i thought i wanted to be an actress. his techniques were unorthodox [in a good way, not in a creepy "i'm gonna need therapy after this" kind of way], but i never did end up becoming an actress. until i flexed my frustrated actress muscles in "conversion". which you can see on saturday.

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