Don't call it a comeback. He been here for years.
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good
I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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Don't call it a comeback. He been here for years.
If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good
I got a gourmet plate that says I wish you would
And after seeing the xposts --
OK, I'll withdraw everyone except MacNichol and Foster. And maybe Sperber, who isn't as big a name.
Because no one but me cares when Frankie Muniz turns legal.
::cough::
In a somewhat related note, Wil Wheaton's book is now available.
Damn, someone beat me to Dean Stockwell.
Has anyone mentioned Roddy McDowell yet?
I wouldn't call Patty Duke a star anymore, but she did work steadily for 40 years or so.
And I think Elijah Wood has beaten the Frodo trap by working a lot since, in reasonably artsy stuff.
It's more impressive to me when someone remains famous after being a child star than when they start acting at 15/16 and keep going (e.g., John Cusack, Claire Danes). Plenty of people start (non-showbiz) careers in their late teens, after all...
Jason Bateman is doing fairly well now, and has worked more or less steadily since Silver Spoons.
has anyone mentioned Drew Barrymore?
t MSCL anal-retentivist
Claire Danes was only 13 in the pilot episode.
t /MSCL anal-retentivist
Aimée, yup on that Aviator preview -- not necessarily on the yum of Leo, but a sort of tentative general yum on the whole project.
Also, it was practically the only bearable preview shown that day. Saturday matinee of Spider-Man 2, theater packed with kids 10 and under, and the previews were wall-to-wall stuff like Seed of Chucky and Anacondas and various action-y things with stuff blowing up and people getting the holy fuck shot out of them. By the time the Aviator preview came on, all the kids were cringing, a little girl behind us had crawled into her father's lap and buried her face in his jacket, and Emmett was poking Hec and whispering anxiously, "That movie's rated R, right? You're not going to make me see this, right? I won't have to watch that one either, will I?"