"Rachel" Robin Weigert Interview... funny.

The whole interview is here:

http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/The_Lostpedia_Interview:Robin_Weigert

But here is one of her answers to a question that is so funny if you don't want to read the whole interview:

Lostpedia: Are there any interesting stories from your time on set? I do have a funny story about working on the show, but its related to the weather. It was my first time ever in Waikiki and it was the day before I was supposed to shoot my first Rachel scene. I was staying way up high in one of those incredibly tall hotels they have there, maybe twenty-seventh floor. It was early in the morning and I was watching Battlestar Galactica in [color:8cf0=#00cc33! important][color:8cf0=#00cc33! important]bed on my laptop with my new Bose headphones on, and was all caught up in this scene of Starbuck flying around in space, dodging and weaving. Somewhere in the middle of that action sequence, Hawaii was hit by an earthquake. I remember my first thought was, "Wow, these Bose [color:8cf0=#00cc33! important][color:8cf0=#00cc33! important]headphones are amazing! I feel like I'm actually in the cockpit!" Then I sat bolt upright, "Wait a minute, that's not a cool visual effect amplified by a great sound system, that's actually my hotel room flying through space!" I still hadn't caught up with what was actually happening yet, having never been in an earthquake, and having certainly never experienced one on the twenty-seventh floor of a building built on rollers, so the first thing I had an instinct to do was rip off the Bose headphones and throw them down on the bed, as if I could make the motion stop if I could just get rid of the sound effects. What I heard next was a terrible noise; it was a kind of groaning, as if all of the building's core structural elements, steel, concrete, were grinding against each other. While the bottom of the building rolled to absorb the shock of the earth moving, the upper floors were, literally, soaring around through the sky. The curtains on the windows were actually swaying back and forth with the motion. I felt like an ant somewhere near the top of a pole very poorly balanced on the chin of a clown on a unicycle.

I snapped into gear. Still in my pajamas, I grabbed my room key, slid on my flip flops and, steadying myself against the walls as I went, made my way down twenty-seven flights of unlit concrete stairwell. Once at the bottom, I ran through a lobby full of confused and disoriented people, onto the street, where it was pouring rain, and down to the ocean. All I knew was that I wanted to get away from all the tall buildings, since it seemed to me inevitable that they would be toppling to the ground any minute; having been in downtown NY on September 11th, 2001, I knew what a grizzly scene that would be. Only later did I learn that in the case of a tropical earthquake, the thing you need to fear most is tsunami. Running to the beach to escape the buildings was not the best move I could have made. Thankfully, there were no giant waves to swallow me up and, as I got wetter and wetter in my pajamas there in the rain, and as the rumbling earth seemed to have settled down somewhat (tiny aftershocks went on all day) I finally decided it was time to make my way back to the hotel, where I encountered the strangest scene... I was told there was no food to be had anywhere on the island and that some relief organization would be coming in the middle of the day with sandwiches. I was told I was not allowed to go back to my room because the stairwells were deemed unsafe. The power in the building was out, so candles and glow in the dark wands were lighting the way to the second floor where I was told I could get a cup of coffee. This coffee, as it turned out, was there courtesy of a revival meeting in full session. The cost of getting a cup was walking through a room full of people clapping their hands by candle light singing, "Kumbaya, my Lord!" I was so unsteady from the aftershocks, that I thought it best to rest for a moment, and as I sat huddled in the corner sipping coffee in my soaking wet pajamas, the singing portion of the [color:8cf0=#00cc33! important][color:8cf0=#00cc33! important]meeting came to an end, and a member of the group stood up and started talking about the End of Days. The absurdity of the situation finally hit me, and I started to laugh. I thought, "I came to Hawaii to act in an episode of Lost, and here I am living one in real life!"

Here is one for "Thomas" Keir O'Donnell. He was Josh Halloway's neighbor in real life.

http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/The_Lostpedia_Interview:Keir_O%27Donnell

Haha what a brilliant story! Thanks for posting, I like her already